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Oh hey so I slipped and 22000 words of Captain America food porn.

Starting From Scratch

It's a story about Steve's first days out of the ice, reacclimation, and finding a connection to the new century through food.

It stars Steve Rogers and his complete disconnect from the world, Bobbi Morse and her crumbling marriage, Nick Fury and his impressive knowledge of whisk(e)y, and a beat-up copy of The Joy of Cooking.

It's nominally a prequel to 1796 Broadway, but pretty much independent and follows the events of Captain America: The First Avenger.
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It’s raining, after a day where we “pastured” the chickens (read: let them roam around the yard), and I fooled around making contest entries for [info]hogwarts_elite most of the day.

I had fun working this blog post for work (about an exciting thing coming to our subscription service) along with Clare, who wrote the text for it, and who is awesome. (I took the photos and did the photoshopping).

I’ve had bad allergies this week, which means I’ve been drinking a lot of Coke, which I would prefer not to do, but helps immensely. I’ve also found that gin seems to help a lot, moreso than other liquors.

Right now, I’m drinking a cocktail from my great-grandfather’s book, circa 1935, called a “Boulevard.” It’s gin, red and white vermouth, a dash of grapefruit juice, and I added some bitters (Cocktail Kingdom Wormwood and Urban Moonshine Citrus). If you look a “Boulevard” up online, you’ll find many, many cocktails by this name, which is always interesting. For example, Difford’s and almost every other cocktail repository on the internet has a Manhattan-like whiskey drink, while Cocktail DB has a slightly similar gin and orange juice recipe. This is one of the things I love so much about using recipes from the 1930s.

I also made tarragon-lavender marshmallows last week that were absolutely stunning. I love making marshmallows and it’s so incredibly easy– it takes less than an hour. I really wonder how many people would make marshmallows if they knew how simple it was. Oddly, I keep hearing things about there being a “marshmallow craze” right now, but to be honest, I haven’t actually seen homemade marshmallows anywhere I go, so I’m a little perplexed. I’d love to try other people’s marshmallows, but I suspect this craze is more in theory than in practice.

I’ve been very busy, socially. I keep getting to a week and not having a single evening free. And sometimes I have to miss something or choose between things. I’m not used to this!!! I like it but sometimes I want to sit at home and just make myself a cocktail and watch TV. I’ve actually had to consciously cut back on my TV watching and choose shows not to watch for the first time in my life. I decided to put off watching Person of Interest. I enjoy it, but it’s not as engaging as several of the other new shows this year– Alcatraz, which I hear is getting cancelled (too bad), Touch, and Awake. It just seems like in spite of the science fiction aspect, it’s much more of a typical police procedural, and while I love Michael Emerson and want to watch everything he does, I’m just not as engaged as I am with the other shows. Plus, it sounds like PoI is getting picked up for another season, so I will wait and see if it fits in better next year after the new-show-culling…and some shows I already have on my docket will be gone next year, like House.

I’ve been writing a lot. A lot of my writing is in direct response to some discussions that I’ve read lately, where I’ve seen people talking about why X-story isn’t being told, or why stories with certain types of characters aren’t out there. And I was reading these things and thinking, wait, that’s one of my stories. And knowing that these are things people are looking for and not finding kind of inspired me to work harder on them. I need to just pick one and stick with it, though, since right now I have four novels in progress. Who does that. Well, I have one finished but it needs a lot of editing, and I had a major breakthrough in terms of storytelling and a character change that will fix the storytelling problem in a way that embarrasses me that I hadn’t thought of it before, because it seems so obvious.

I have one book that has a scene that so perfectly mirrors the fan response to Amandla Stenberg’s performance as Rue that it was very surreal for me. (It’s a fantasy novel about fandom, so.) But that book is the one that needs the most work in terms of revising the outline (it’s at that stage, yes). I’ve been working a lot on my fairytale adaptation story, which is coalescing nicely, but I have this other newer story that is kind of demanding it be told and I don’t know what to do with it.

I really really can’t wait for the chip in the brain that will transfer what I am thinking to paper.

Also! As of tomorrow, my cleaning system will have (mostly) worked for two months. I’m really proud of the fact that I have a clean apartment and it’s been that way for two months. I have a living space where I would not be embarrassed to ask a friend over on the spur of the moment! I know where things are, and nothing looks sloppy (except my kitchen, a little). I’m thrilled with myself.

Since last month, I bought myself new furniture, I’m trying to decide what to do to congratulate myself this month. I’m thinking about other things I can do that will both be gifts to myself but that will also improve my overall lifestyle. Wall art is one thing I’m thinking about. A carbonator thingy is another, as is a nice tea kettle. Any thoughts?

I think that is all for now. This is a sort of discombobulated post of thoughts, but sometimes that is okay.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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It’s raining, after a day where we “pastured” the chickens (read: let them roam around the yard), and I fooled around making contest entries for [info]hogwarts_elite most of the day.

I had fun working this blog post for work (about an exciting thing coming to our subscription service) along with Clare, who wrote the text for it, and who is awesome. (I took the photos and did the photoshopping).

I’ve had bad allergies this week, which means I’ve been drinking a lot of Coke, which I would prefer not to do, but helps immensely. I’ve also found that gin seems to help a lot, moreso than other liquors.

Right now, I’m drinking a cocktail from my great-grandfather’s book, circa 1935, called a “Boulevard.” It’s gin, red and white vermouth, a dash of grapefruit juice, and I added some bitters (Cocktail Kingdom Wormwood and Urban Moonshine Citrus). If you look a “Boulevard” up online, you’ll find many, many cocktails by this name, which is always interesting. For example, Difford’s and almost every other cocktail repository on the internet has a Manhattan-like whiskey drink, while Cocktail DB has a slightly similar gin and orange juice recipe. This is one of the things I love so much about using recipes from the 1930s.

I also made tarragon-lavender marshmallows last week that were absolutely stunning. I love making marshmallows and it’s so incredibly easy– it takes less than an hour. I really wonder how many people would make marshmallows if they knew how simple it was. Oddly, I keep hearing things about there being a “marshmallow craze” right now, but to be honest, I haven’t actually seen homemade marshmallows anywhere I go, so I’m a little perplexed. I’d love to try other people’s marshmallows, but I suspect this craze is more in theory than in practice.

I’ve been very busy, socially. I keep getting to a week and not having a single evening free. And sometimes I have to miss something or choose between things. I’m not used to this!!! I like it but sometimes I want to sit at home and just make myself a cocktail and watch TV. I’ve actually had to consciously cut back on my TV watching and choose shows not to watch for the first time in my life. I decided to put off watching Person of Interest. I enjoy it, but it’s not as engaging as several of the other new shows this year– Alcatraz, which I hear is getting cancelled (too bad), Touch, and Awake. It just seems like in spite of the science fiction aspect, it’s much more of a typical police procedural, and while I love Michael Emerson and want to watch everything he does, I’m just not as engaged as I am with the other shows. Plus, it sounds like PoI is getting picked up for another season, so I will wait and see if it fits in better next year after the new-show-culling…and some shows I already have on my docket will be gone next year, like House.

I’ve been writing a lot. A lot of my writing is in direct response to some discussions that I’ve read lately, where I’ve seen people talking about why X-story isn’t being told, or why stories with certain types of characters aren’t out there. And I was reading these things and thinking, wait, that’s one of my stories. And knowing that these are things people are looking for and not finding kind of inspired me to work harder on them. I need to just pick one and stick with it, though, since right now I have four novels in progress. Who does that. Well, I have one finished but it needs a lot of editing, and I had a major breakthrough in terms of storytelling and a character change that will fix the storytelling problem in a way that embarrasses me that I hadn’t thought of it before, because it seems so obvious.

I have one book that has a scene that so perfectly mirrors the fan response to Amandla Stenberg’s performance as Rue that it was very surreal for me. (It’s a fantasy novel about fandom, so.) But that book is the one that needs the most work in terms of revising the outline (it’s at that stage, yes). I’ve been working a lot on my fairytale adaptation story, which is coalescing nicely, but I have this other newer story that is kind of demanding it be told and I don’t know what to do with it.

I really really can’t wait for the chip in the brain that will transfer what I am thinking to paper.

Also! As of tomorrow, my cleaning system will have (mostly) worked for two months. I’m really proud of the fact that I have a clean apartment and it’s been that way for two months. I have a living space where I would not be embarrassed to ask a friend over on the spur of the moment! I know where things are, and nothing looks sloppy (except my kitchen, a little). I’m thrilled with myself.

Since last month, I bought myself new furniture, I’m trying to decide what to do to congratulate myself this month. I’m thinking about other things I can do that will both be gifts to myself but that will also improve my overall lifestyle. Wall art is one thing I’m thinking about. A carbonator thingy is another, as is a nice tea kettle. Any thoughts?

I think that is all for now. This is a sort of discombobulated post of thoughts, but sometimes that is okay.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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Hi, everyone!

As some of you may know, Hansi Oppenheimer is creating a documentary about fanfiction, and largely looking at the benefits of creative fandom– which is something that is definitely needed. She interviewed me a couple of weeks ago, and here’s a clip from that interview which I am very excited to share with all of you.

If any of you are in the NYC area or close to New York and would like to be part of this, or know someone who might, or if you would like to know more, please contact Hansi by email. She was a pleasure to work with and I’m excited to be part of this project!!!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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Hi, everyone!

As some of you may know, Hansi Oppenheimer is creating a documentary about fanfiction, and largely looking at the benefits of creative fandom– which is something that is definitely needed. She interviewed me a couple of weeks ago, and here’s a clip from that interview which I am very excited to share with all of you.

If any of you are in the NYC area or close to New York and would like to be part of this, or know someone who might, or if you would like to know more, please contact Hansi by email. She was a pleasure to work with and I’m excited to be part of this project!!!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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[info]whirled directed me over to The Sketchbook Project today, and I signed up! It looks like a fun and exciting project, and all of you who enjoy drawing/writing/thingying should take a look and see if it is up your alley.

Here is how it works: You sign up by Halloween (one week from today). You will get to choose a “theme” for your sketchbook, or ask them to assign you a theme. The themes can be interpreted as strictly or as loosely as you like. They send you a sketchbook in the mail. You fill up the sketchbook by the end of January, and send it back. Then it will go on a tour of museums and libraries with all the other sketchbooks people are filling up.

I thought this sounded neat! If you do, too, go go go and take a look! It is $25 to participate– that includes the fee of them mailing you a sketchbook just for the project. They also just sent me a code that will get you a small discount: ADDAFRIEND

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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[info]whirled directed me over to The Sketchbook Project today, and I signed up! It looks like a fun and exciting project, and all of you who enjoy drawing/writing/thingying should take a look and see if it is up your alley.

Here is how it works: You sign up by Halloween (one week from today). You will get to choose a “theme” for your sketchbook, or ask them to assign you a theme. The themes can be interpreted as strictly or as loosely as you like. They send you a sketchbook in the mail. You fill up the sketchbook by the end of January, and send it back. Then it will go on a tour of museums and libraries with all the other sketchbooks people are filling up.

I thought this sounded neat! If you do, too, go go go and take a look! It is $25 to participate– that includes the fee of them mailing you a sketchbook just for the project. They also just sent me a code that will get you a small discount: ADDAFRIEND

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Sundry!

Jun. 20th, 2011 10:43 pm
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I have exciting photos I will be posting later, plus a huge backlog of cocktails, including a drink I made last night that was so good it ought to be framed. I actually got my mother to gush over a vodka drink, people!

Anyway, had a nice weekend, nice Father's Day, not very eventful but very productive. I love just being out in the garden in the sun planting things and doing things.

There's also this hill in the yard, between the garden and the house. It's not a very steep hill, more of a gentle roll. But it is just steep enough. For what, do you ask? Well, I'm sure many of you (those of you who encountered hills in your childhood) have done the thing where you lie at the top of a hill, and start rolling, and the inertia brings you down to the bottom, so that were it snowing and you were in a cartoon, you would be in the center of a giant snowball, but really, it's like a fun ride with resulting exciting bruises?

I did that! Yes, I did. I rolled from the top of the hill to the bottom and it was exhilarating. And worth the bruised hip bones, oh yes.

Today I had a very nice Madison Square Lunch, with many lovely people as usual, and I had some nice saag paneer with rice.

After work, I had a very productive therapist session. It was really nice and positive and exciting and I may post about some of that conversation later.

Anyway, then I came home...to an apartment that was fragant with Eau De Gas. I couldn't get hold of my super. Now, I've never had to call the super for anything, although I have run into him in the halls a couple times when I needed something and he's been very responsive. So imagine my surprise when I call the number posted in our foyer and...it's disconnected. I went down and knocked on his door for a bit, and only his dog answered, so I called Con Edison (our gas provider). I had to wait outdoors for the Con Ed rep to show up, but it only took 20 minutes, so enough time for me to run and get a kombucha and sit on my stoop waiting. The lady Con Ed sent out was lovely, and very friendly and helpful and she turned off the gas valve and tagged my stove as whatever the equivalent of condemned would be for gas stoves, so now I have to call my landlord and request a new stove, I guess?

Hooray!

It's another [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol week! There are only eight people left.

I wrote a story about fictional bluestockings that is slightly inspired by one of my ancestors! But only slightly.

There are only eight entries this week, so I will just quickly tell you what they are all about under the cut!

About my fine LJ Idol Pals )

You can also vote in the poll for your favorites! So do that! If you would like to vote for me, I am [livejournal.com profile] the_vernacular, as always.

[Poll #1753938]

Wow these entries were all kinda awesome. Squee.

Oh, also, I have an appointment for a consult for my next tattoo! Eeeee I am getting bees.

Oh, and also also, crap, I just realized the dinner I have for tonight requires a stove. Tea, you should not have waited until 11pm to dinner!

Sundry!

Jun. 20th, 2011 10:43 pm
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I have exciting photos I will be posting later, plus a huge backlog of cocktails, including a drink I made last night that was so good it ought to be framed. I actually got my mother to gush over a vodka drink, people!

Anyway, had a nice weekend, nice Father's Day, not very eventful but very productive. I love just being out in the garden in the sun planting things and doing things.

There's also this hill in the yard, between the garden and the house. It's not a very steep hill, more of a gentle roll. But it is just steep enough. For what, do you ask? Well, I'm sure many of you (those of you who encountered hills in your childhood) have done the thing where you lie at the top of a hill, and start rolling, and the inertia brings you down to the bottom, so that were it snowing and you were in a cartoon, you would be in the center of a giant snowball, but really, it's like a fun ride with resulting exciting bruises?

I did that! Yes, I did. I rolled from the top of the hill to the bottom and it was exhilarating. And worth the bruised hip bones, oh yes.

Today I had a very nice Madison Square Lunch, with many lovely people as usual, and I had some nice saag paneer with rice.

After work, I had a very productive therapist session. It was really nice and positive and exciting and I may post about some of that conversation later.

Anyway, then I came home...to an apartment that was fragant with Eau De Gas. I couldn't get hold of my super. Now, I've never had to call the super for anything, although I have run into him in the halls a couple times when I needed something and he's been very responsive. So imagine my surprise when I call the number posted in our foyer and...it's disconnected. I went down and knocked on his door for a bit, and only his dog answered, so I called Con Edison (our gas provider). I had to wait outdoors for the Con Ed rep to show up, but it only took 20 minutes, so enough time for me to run and get a kombucha and sit on my stoop waiting. The lady Con Ed sent out was lovely, and very friendly and helpful and she turned off the gas valve and tagged my stove as whatever the equivalent of condemned would be for gas stoves, so now I have to call my landlord and request a new stove, I guess?

Hooray!

It's another [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol week! There are only eight people left.

I wrote a story about fictional bluestockings that is slightly inspired by one of my ancestors! But only slightly.

There are only eight entries this week, so I will just quickly tell you what they are all about under the cut!

About my fine LJ Idol Pals )

You can also vote in the poll for your favorites! So do that! If you would like to vote for me, I am [livejournal.com profile] the_vernacular, as always.

[Poll #1753938]

Wow these entries were all kinda awesome. Squee.

Oh, also, I have an appointment for a consult for my next tattoo! Eeeee I am getting bees.

Oh, and also also, crap, I just realized the dinner I have for tonight requires a stove. Tea, you should not have waited until 11pm to dinner!

Sundry!

Jun. 20th, 2011 10:43 pm
teaberryblue: (Default)
I have exciting photos I will be posting later, plus a huge backlog of cocktails, including a drink I made last night that was so good it ought to be framed. I actually got my mother to gush over a vodka drink, people!

Anyway, had a nice weekend, nice Father's Day, not very eventful but very productive. I love just being out in the garden in the sun planting things and doing things.

There's also this hill in the yard, between the garden and the house. It's not a very steep hill, more of a gentle roll. But it is just steep enough. For what, do you ask? Well, I'm sure many of you (those of you who encountered hills in your childhood) have done the thing where you lie at the top of a hill, and start rolling, and the inertia brings you down to the bottom, so that were it snowing and you were in a cartoon, you would be in the center of a giant snowball, but really, it's like a fun ride with resulting exciting bruises?

I did that! Yes, I did. I rolled from the top of the hill to the bottom and it was exhilarating. And worth the bruised hip bones, oh yes.

Today I had a very nice Madison Square Lunch, with many lovely people as usual, and I had some nice saag paneer with rice.

After work, I had a very productive therapist session. It was really nice and positive and exciting and I may post about some of that conversation later.

Anyway, then I came home...to an apartment that was fragant with Eau De Gas. I couldn't get hold of my super. Now, I've never had to call the super for anything, although I have run into him in the halls a couple times when I needed something and he's been very responsive. So imagine my surprise when I call the number posted in our foyer and...it's disconnected. I went down and knocked on his door for a bit, and only his dog answered, so I called Con Edison (our gas provider). I had to wait outdoors for the Con Ed rep to show up, but it only took 20 minutes, so enough time for me to run and get a kombucha and sit on my stoop waiting. The lady Con Ed sent out was lovely, and very friendly and helpful and she turned off the gas valve and tagged my stove as whatever the equivalent of condemned would be for gas stoves, so now I have to call my landlord and request a new stove, I guess?

Hooray!

It's another [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol week! There are only eight people left.

I wrote a story about fictional bluestockings that is slightly inspired by one of my ancestors! But only slightly.

There are only eight entries this week, so I will just quickly tell you what they are all about under the cut!

About my fine LJ Idol Pals )

You can also vote in the poll for your favorites! So do that! If you would like to vote for me, I am [livejournal.com profile] the_vernacular, as always.

[Poll #1753938]

Wow these entries were all kinda awesome. Squee.

Oh, also, I have an appointment for a consult for my next tattoo! Eeeee I am getting bees.

Oh, and also also, crap, I just realized the dinner I have for tonight requires a stove. Tea, you should not have waited until 11pm to dinner!
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I hadn't been able to figure out what I wanted to write for my last [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol entry this week, and I had been playing around with writing a story based on the "legend" of the restaurant where Erin had her shower yesterday. I'll post more about that place later, since I have loads of pictures.

But anyway, they played it up like it was this involved story, and then I got home and found out there wasn't much to it and it wasn't very promising as far as a story with conflict and stuff, so I was struggling with what to do, and I don't know why, but Arlo Guthrie's Darkest Hour somehow occurred to me as a starting point.

Here's the Story.

Some of you from Shiver might recognize my fictional version of Italy, although I switched Venice to Volterra for the purpose of this story.

I still have the song stuck in my head, but I'm sharing a hotel room with my mom so I can't actually listen to it. Boo!

It is time to head out! Going to brunch at Encore and then aeroplano time! <3 <3 <3 I will post more when I am back in New York!
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I hadn't been able to figure out what I wanted to write for my last [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol entry this week, and I had been playing around with writing a story based on the "legend" of the restaurant where Erin had her shower yesterday. I'll post more about that place later, since I have loads of pictures.

But anyway, they played it up like it was this involved story, and then I got home and found out there wasn't much to it and it wasn't very promising as far as a story with conflict and stuff, so I was struggling with what to do, and I don't know why, but Arlo Guthrie's Darkest Hour somehow occurred to me as a starting point.

Here's the Story.

Some of you from Shiver might recognize my fictional version of Italy, although I switched Venice to Volterra for the purpose of this story.

I still have the song stuck in my head, but I'm sharing a hotel room with my mom so I can't actually listen to it. Boo!

It is time to head out! Going to brunch at Encore and then aeroplano time! <3 <3 <3 I will post more when I am back in New York!
teaberryblue: (Default)
I hadn't been able to figure out what I wanted to write for my last [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol entry this week, and I had been playing around with writing a story based on the "legend" of the restaurant where Erin had her shower yesterday. I'll post more about that place later, since I have loads of pictures.

But anyway, they played it up like it was this involved story, and then I got home and found out there wasn't much to it and it wasn't very promising as far as a story with conflict and stuff, so I was struggling with what to do, and I don't know why, but Arlo Guthrie's Darkest Hour somehow occurred to me as a starting point.

Here's the Story.

Some of you from Shiver might recognize my fictional version of Italy, although I switched Venice to Volterra for the purpose of this story.

I still have the song stuck in my head, but I'm sharing a hotel room with my mom so I can't actually listen to it. Boo!

It is time to head out! Going to brunch at Encore and then aeroplano time! <3 <3 <3 I will post more when I am back in New York!
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So, at [livejournal.com profile] ldragoon's recommendation, I'm taking a novel writing class through the UCLA Online Extension Program!

I have to pick ONE piece to work on for this class. Mainly, I am hoping it will kick my ass into gear.

I have three WIPs that I can work on and I would like advice as to which I should choose.

1) Lilah Lillis & the Hypnotist's Gaol.
Some of you have read some if not all of it. It straddles the line between fantasy and science fiction, for adults, about a prison where the inmates are hypnotized so that they believe they're living out their deepest fantasies and a time-traveling silent movie starlet. It's been complete (around 400 pages) for quite a while but I pooped out on revisions.

2) Charming.
This is YA fantasy, retelling of Cinderella focusing on the Prince and the Royal Storyteller, that plays with fairy tale tropes and mainstream misrepresentations of gender identity and sexual orientation. I have probably about 100 pages written but probably only 30 that I'm happy with.

3) Book 5.
This is YA a fantasy novel about internet fandom, that revolves around what happens when the author of a popular YA fantasy series is killed off by one of his own characters. It draws on a lot of actual fandom events for inspiration. I have about 90 pages of this written and I'm fairly happy with what I've got so far.

I keep wanting to put up a couple other projects that are not as far along (or that are 200 pages in but I just completely gutted) but I'm trying to be good and not do that.

The class will be workshopping approximately 50 pages over the course of ten weeks.

You can choose your answer based on logical responses ("It makes sense to use the class to do X") or based on which one of these descriptions you like best, or whatever. Either way, I will be delighted with your assistance!

[Poll #1669832]

<3 <3
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So, at [livejournal.com profile] ldragoon's recommendation, I'm taking a novel writing class through the UCLA Online Extension Program!

I have to pick ONE piece to work on for this class. Mainly, I am hoping it will kick my ass into gear.

I have three WIPs that I can work on and I would like advice as to which I should choose.

1) Lilah Lillis & the Hypnotist's Gaol.
Some of you have read some if not all of it. It straddles the line between fantasy and science fiction, for adults, about a prison where the inmates are hypnotized so that they believe they're living out their deepest fantasies and a time-traveling silent movie starlet. It's been complete (around 400 pages) for quite a while but I pooped out on revisions.

2) Charming.
This is YA fantasy, retelling of Cinderella focusing on the Prince and the Royal Storyteller, that plays with fairy tale tropes and mainstream misrepresentations of gender identity and sexual orientation. I have probably about 100 pages written but probably only 30 that I'm happy with.

3) Book 5.
This is YA a fantasy novel about internet fandom, that revolves around what happens when the author of a popular YA fantasy series is killed off by one of his own characters. It draws on a lot of actual fandom events for inspiration. I have about 90 pages of this written and I'm fairly happy with what I've got so far.

I keep wanting to put up a couple other projects that are not as far along (or that are 200 pages in but I just completely gutted) but I'm trying to be good and not do that.

The class will be workshopping approximately 50 pages over the course of ten weeks.

You can choose your answer based on logical responses ("It makes sense to use the class to do X") or based on which one of these descriptions you like best, or whatever. Either way, I will be delighted with your assistance!

[Poll #1669832]

<3 <3
teaberryblue: (Default)
So, at [livejournal.com profile] ldragoon's recommendation, I'm taking a novel writing class through the UCLA Online Extension Program!

I have to pick ONE piece to work on for this class. Mainly, I am hoping it will kick my ass into gear.

I have three WIPs that I can work on and I would like advice as to which I should choose.

1) Lilah Lillis & the Hypnotist's Gaol.
Some of you have read some if not all of it. It straddles the line between fantasy and science fiction, for adults, about a prison where the inmates are hypnotized so that they believe they're living out their deepest fantasies and a time-traveling silent movie starlet. It's been complete (around 400 pages) for quite a while but I pooped out on revisions.

2) Charming.
This is YA fantasy, retelling of Cinderella focusing on the Prince and the Royal Storyteller, that plays with fairy tale tropes and mainstream misrepresentations of gender identity and sexual orientation. I have probably about 100 pages written but probably only 30 that I'm happy with.

3) Book 5.
This is YA a fantasy novel about internet fandom, that revolves around what happens when the author of a popular YA fantasy series is killed off by one of his own characters. It draws on a lot of actual fandom events for inspiration. I have about 90 pages of this written and I'm fairly happy with what I've got so far.

I keep wanting to put up a couple other projects that are not as far along (or that are 200 pages in but I just completely gutted) but I'm trying to be good and not do that.

The class will be workshopping approximately 50 pages over the course of ten weeks.

You can choose your answer based on logical responses ("It makes sense to use the class to do X") or based on which one of these descriptions you like best, or whatever. Either way, I will be delighted with your assistance!

[Poll #1669832]

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In the spirit of Election Day, I thought I would take a moment to re-assert my political values:

My coworker, Glenn, gave me that this morning, after expressing his dismay about the number of “This is a sign” signs at the rally this weekend.

Oh, yes. I went to the “Rally to Restore Sanity/March to Keep Fear Alive” this weekend, with [info]sunnyrea and [info]kutiechick. Sadly, I left my camera in their apartment, so pictures will have to wait. I will leave you with one photo of myself:

The rally was kind of amazing. Have you ever felt hundreds of thousands of people jump in unison? Have you ever heard the sound of their feet echo off the buildings that surround you? Explaining the impact (no pun intended) of being involved in such a demonstration is not really going to do it justice.

We went to Rocky Horror after the rally, which was also super fun. I haven’t been in years! I was disappointed, though, to hear all the sort of “new” shout-outs, lots of references to really contemporary things that sort of seemed out of place. And there were a lot of people doing really long shout-outs, which I don’t get the point of, because they all overlapped each other and were impossible to hear. The live cast was really good, though! I liked the guy who played Frank a lot.

Sunday, I came home, and watched the first episode of The Walking Dead. It was literally gorgeous. I am still not entirely sure how I feel about a serialized zombie TV show, even based on a comic, but the first episode was excellent. Did anybody else watch?

There haven’t been many comics lately because I’m working on a longer project and I really only have time to do one thing a night, so the comics have taken a back seat to the other thing I’m working on, which is about 1/5 of the way completed. If I have some time to do some, I will post them, but it might be a while til I have time to do anything new.

I have actually been writing more. I don’t have the time in my day to work on something like a, say, NaNovel, because I can commit to about 500 words a day, but I’ve been writing some prose every day, and I’ve been reading a lot more books. I’m up to about a book a week, which is awesome, when I haven’t read in so long. I’m reading a lot of books that have been sitting on my shelves for years and years, and I’ve been buying new books, too. I have been reading Shannon Hale’s Bayern books and last week, I read Chalice by Robin McKinley, which I loved. It was about bees! This week, I’m reading Hexwood by Diana Wynne Jones, which I’m enjoying, but not as well as I like most of her other books.

Last weekend, I went with my mom to Columbia University Teacher’s College Reading & Writing Project’s first ever Parent-Child day. My mom wanted to go because a lot of the parents in her school were going, and asked me if I would come along as her child. Which was excellent because one of my favorite authors, Kate DiCamillo, was speaking there. I really liked what she had to say, especially for the kids. She talked about how she doesn’t like to write, how writing is hard, and it’s not something that comes easily to her. I thought that was a great thing for kids to hear from a professional and successful writer who’s written a very wide variety of types of books. I think a lot of the time, kids thing that being good at something means you like it and it’s easy, and so I thought it was great that she told them that. She also follows very few rules: she doesn’t use an outline, she doesn’t plan things out. It made me decide to go back and write something without an outline, which I haven’t done in about ten years. I’m rewriting a story I wrote when I was in my early 20s, a horrible fantasy story that was very trite and cliched, because I think I figured out how to make it into something better. So I guess in some ways it has an outline, but I’ve been veering away from the original plot quite a lot. I’ve also started working on another story I’ve had in my head for a while.

I wish I could write short things! But I’m terrible at short stories; everything has to be long, long long!

I’ve strayed from the topic of elections quite a lot, and it’s time for me to go vote, so I will go do that and possibly write more later.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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In the spirit of Election Day, I thought I would take a moment to re-assert my political values:

My coworker, Glenn, gave me that this morning, after expressing his dismay about the number of “This is a sign” signs at the rally this weekend.

Oh, yes. I went to the “Rally to Restore Sanity/March to Keep Fear Alive” this weekend, with [info]sunnyrea and [info]kutiechick. Sadly, I left my camera in their apartment, so pictures will have to wait. I will leave you with one photo of myself:

The rally was kind of amazing. Have you ever felt hundreds of thousands of people jump in unison? Have you ever heard the sound of their feet echo off the buildings that surround you? Explaining the impact (no pun intended) of being involved in such a demonstration is not really going to do it justice.

We went to Rocky Horror after the rally, which was also super fun. I haven’t been in years! I was disappointed, though, to hear all the sort of “new” shout-outs, lots of references to really contemporary things that sort of seemed out of place. And there were a lot of people doing really long shout-outs, which I don’t get the point of, because they all overlapped each other and were impossible to hear. The live cast was really good, though! I liked the guy who played Frank a lot.

Sunday, I came home, and watched the first episode of The Walking Dead. It was literally gorgeous. I am still not entirely sure how I feel about a serialized zombie TV show, even based on a comic, but the first episode was excellent. Did anybody else watch?

There haven’t been many comics lately because I’m working on a longer project and I really only have time to do one thing a night, so the comics have taken a back seat to the other thing I’m working on, which is about 1/5 of the way completed. If I have some time to do some, I will post them, but it might be a while til I have time to do anything new.

I have actually been writing more. I don’t have the time in my day to work on something like a, say, NaNovel, because I can commit to about 500 words a day, but I’ve been writing some prose every day, and I’ve been reading a lot more books. I’m up to about a book a week, which is awesome, when I haven’t read in so long. I’m reading a lot of books that have been sitting on my shelves for years and years, and I’ve been buying new books, too. I have been reading Shannon Hale’s Bayern books and last week, I read Chalice by Robin McKinley, which I loved. It was about bees! This week, I’m reading Hexwood by Diana Wynne Jones, which I’m enjoying, but not as well as I like most of her other books.

Last weekend, I went with my mom to Columbia University Teacher’s College Reading & Writing Project’s first ever Parent-Child day. My mom wanted to go because a lot of the parents in her school were going, and asked me if I would come along as her child. Which was excellent because one of my favorite authors, Kate DiCamillo, was speaking there. I really liked what she had to say, especially for the kids. She talked about how she doesn’t like to write, how writing is hard, and it’s not something that comes easily to her. I thought that was a great thing for kids to hear from a professional and successful writer who’s written a very wide variety of types of books. I think a lot of the time, kids thing that being good at something means you like it and it’s easy, and so I thought it was great that she told them that. She also follows very few rules: she doesn’t use an outline, she doesn’t plan things out. It made me decide to go back and write something without an outline, which I haven’t done in about ten years. I’m rewriting a story I wrote when I was in my early 20s, a horrible fantasy story that was very trite and cliched, because I think I figured out how to make it into something better. So I guess in some ways it has an outline, but I’ve been veering away from the original plot quite a lot. I’ve also started working on another story I’ve had in my head for a while.

I wish I could write short things! But I’m terrible at short stories; everything has to be long, long long!

I’ve strayed from the topic of elections quite a lot, and it’s time for me to go vote, so I will go do that and possibly write more later.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Tits.

Aug. 26th, 2010 02:39 pm
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[info]karnythia recently posted a wonderful post about dealing with unwanted male attention, and it made me revisit a draft of a post I started writing after the I Write Like meme stuff I posted. The original post wasn’t about the story I’m sharing here. This was originally background information, but the more I wrote, the more this became its own story.

When I was twelve, I went on a school-sponsored camping trip. We went away for a week, and stayed in cabins for all but one night. On the last night, some of us were selected by lottery to go on a tent overnight.

I was one of the lucky kids who was chosen to go. I’m not sure how it happened, being the social outcast I was in middle school, but I wound up in a tent with a group of the more popular girls in my grade. These girls were usually very nice to me, but why they chose me for their tent is still beyond me. But they were friendly and inclusive, and for that night, I actually felt like I belonged in their group.

We pitched our tent fairly close to a tent belonging to a group of boys in our grade, one of whom I had a massive (and I thought, undying) crush on. I thought nothing of it.

Then it was time for bed, and in hushed whispers, the girls in my tent arranged a game of Truth or Dare with the boys across the way. I remember feeling apprehensive– I was thrilled, in part, to be permitted, even if just for one night, to be included in a game that was one of those secret realms of the popular, a game to be played at parties that boys came to. But I was also afraid. What if someone asked me to do something I didn’t want?

I decided the easiest way to deal with the situation was to just answer “Truth.”

We played without leaving our tents, whispering our demands and our responses between the two. It made it difficult to come up with good dares, but somehow, they came anyway. It was strange, though, this lack of association that the boundaries of the tents created.

When my first turn came around, they asked me, if I had to date any boy in the school, who would it be?

Of course, the boy it would have been was in the next tent. I was mortified, I didn’t want to say his name and have them all laugh. He already had a girlfriend, as much as any twelve-year-old could have a girlfriend, and it was one of the more popular girls, that these girls were friends with. I said I didn’t know, I didn’t like any of the boys.

They said I had to pick one. One of them suggested a name, a boy who was nice enough but probably someone they thought was socially acceptable for me to date– not too cute, not too popular.

And I named a completely different boy, one whom I thought was very conventionally attractive but not someone they were friends with, who I thought wouldn’t be an asshole about it if he found out.

They all laughed at me, incredulous, because he was shorter than me. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but it wasn’t really that big a deal. I was a little embarrassed for a moment, but we moved on.

Another girl asked for a dare, and the boys told her to hand her bra across to their tent.

Things went quiet in our tent for a moment. The girl in question looked at all of us and whispered, quiet enough that the boys couldn’t hear, that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

One of the girls told her to just tell them, but she was too embarrassed to let the boys know she wasn’t wearing one. Finally, I asked her what size bra she wore.

“34A,” she said.

I said that was my size.

The girls looked at me with disbelief. “But your boobs are so huge!” one of them whispered.

The boys didn’t seem to catch on that this was taking so long. I suspect maybe they just thought that’s how long it took to get a bra off. I, meanwhile, started taking off mine, and handed it to her. She gave it to the boys, claiming it was her own.

The boys passed the bra back a couple of minutes later, and it didn’t look like they’d done anything weird to it. Knowing the boys in question fairly well, I think the dare was largely spurred by a combination of genuine curiosity and the fact that that’s what they thought they were supposed to be doing. None of them laughed or made any lewd comments. It wasn’t creepy in the way it might have been, and I didn’t feel pressured to hand over my bra.

The other girl was spared humiliation, and the game went one, but I don’t remember anything else about it.

It was the first time anyone told me I had big breasts. Uncertain, I went to my mom and told her an edited version of this story (leaving out the fact that it had come up during a game of truth or dare). She took me bra shopping shortly after that, and I was re-fitted with a 34C. In eighth grade, I was wearing a D, and then a DD.

By the time I was in ninth grade, I was having to special-order my bras.

But that night was the first moment in my life when I was even aware that I had breasts that were even a little larger than average. Somehow, looking in the mirror every day, the way preteen girls do, I never noticed the difference between the shape of my body and the shapes of other girls’ bodies. It took another girl to point it out to me, in the dark, in a tent. Until that moment, my breasts had never been part of my identity, and after that moment, it became increasingly difficult for them not to be.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Tits.

Aug. 26th, 2010 02:39 pm
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[info]karnythia recently posted a wonderful post about dealing with unwanted male attention, and it made me revisit a draft of a post I started writing after the I Write Like meme stuff I posted. The original post wasn’t about the story I’m sharing here. This was originally background information, but the more I wrote, the more this became its own story.

When I was twelve, I went on a school-sponsored camping trip. We went away for a week, and stayed in cabins for all but one night. On the last night, some of us were selected by lottery to go on a tent overnight.

I was one of the lucky kids who was chosen to go. I’m not sure how it happened, being the social outcast I was in middle school, but I wound up in a tent with a group of the more popular girls in my grade. These girls were usually very nice to me, but why they chose me for their tent is still beyond me. But they were friendly and inclusive, and for that night, I actually felt like I belonged in their group.

We pitched our tent fairly close to a tent belonging to a group of boys in our grade, one of whom I had a massive (and I thought, undying) crush on. I thought nothing of it.

Then it was time for bed, and in hushed whispers, the girls in my tent arranged a game of Truth or Dare with the boys across the way. I remember feeling apprehensive– I was thrilled, in part, to be permitted, even if just for one night, to be included in a game that was one of those secret realms of the popular, a game to be played at parties that boys came to. But I was also afraid. What if someone asked me to do something I didn’t want?

I decided the easiest way to deal with the situation was to just answer “Truth.”

We played without leaving our tents, whispering our demands and our responses between the two. It made it difficult to come up with good dares, but somehow, they came anyway. It was strange, though, this lack of association that the boundaries of the tents created.

When my first turn came around, they asked me, if I had to date any boy in the school, who would it be?

Of course, the boy it would have been was in the next tent. I was mortified, I didn’t want to say his name and have them all laugh. He already had a girlfriend, as much as any twelve-year-old could have a girlfriend, and it was one of the more popular girls, that these girls were friends with. I said I didn’t know, I didn’t like any of the boys.

They said I had to pick one. One of them suggested a name, a boy who was nice enough but probably someone they thought was socially acceptable for me to date– not too cute, not too popular.

And I named a completely different boy, one whom I thought was very conventionally attractive but not someone they were friends with, who I thought wouldn’t be an asshole about it if he found out.

They all laughed at me, incredulous, because he was shorter than me. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but it wasn’t really that big a deal. I was a little embarrassed for a moment, but we moved on.

Another girl asked for a dare, and the boys told her to hand her bra across to their tent.

Things went quiet in our tent for a moment. The girl in question looked at all of us and whispered, quiet enough that the boys couldn’t hear, that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

One of the girls told her to just tell them, but she was too embarrassed to let the boys know she wasn’t wearing one. Finally, I asked her what size bra she wore.

“34A,” she said.

I said that was my size.

The girls looked at me with disbelief. “But your boobs are so huge!” one of them whispered.

The boys didn’t seem to catch on that this was taking so long. I suspect maybe they just thought that’s how long it took to get a bra off. I, meanwhile, started taking off mine, and handed it to her. She gave it to the boys, claiming it was her own.

The boys passed the bra back a couple of minutes later, and it didn’t look like they’d done anything weird to it. Knowing the boys in question fairly well, I think the dare was largely spurred by a combination of genuine curiosity and the fact that that’s what they thought they were supposed to be doing. None of them laughed or made any lewd comments. It wasn’t creepy in the way it might have been, and I didn’t feel pressured to hand over my bra.

The other girl was spared humiliation, and the game went one, but I don’t remember anything else about it.

It was the first time anyone told me I had big breasts. Uncertain, I went to my mom and told her an edited version of this story (leaving out the fact that it had come up during a game of truth or dare). She took me bra shopping shortly after that, and I was re-fitted with a 34C. In eighth grade, I was wearing a D, and then a DD.

By the time I was in ninth grade, I was having to special-order my bras.

But that night was the first moment in my life when I was even aware that I had breasts that were even a little larger than average. Somehow, looking in the mirror every day, the way preteen girls do, I never noticed the difference between the shape of my body and the shapes of other girls’ bodies. It took another girl to point it out to me, in the dark, in a tent. Until that moment, my breasts had never been part of my identity, and after that moment, it became increasingly difficult for them not to be.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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