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...but thanks to lieueitak (which, usually i can spell your name from memory, but every now and then i.e. right now you have way too many I's and E's in your name, woman) and our Lenten NaNo, I am currently working on:

• the next sequel series to my TDKR/BtVS series
  
• that Iron Man fic that I never thought would get past a couple of random scenes emailed to a friend (ha! couple of scenes. ha!)
  
• I did an Inception/TDKR/BtVS interlude to the TDKR/BtVS series that apparently broke some brains (sorry!)
  
• my previously on-life-support LFN series for FF100
  
• my seemingly-on-life-support-but-no-it-really-was-on-my-mind-y'all Tin Man series
  
• and started writing that sequel to my Jeb-and-a-little-person-in-the-woods Tin Man story that's been kicking around in my head almost from the beginning. Actually, technically this one's erinm_4600's fault, so "blame" her ;)

And that's my life in fandom. Vaguely. :D

If you're wondering why I'm not posting this on the fanfic journal, I did a while ago while I was in the thick of things. Honestly not sure why I'm giving an update here, too.

aka my NaNo novel continued. As I mentioned this isn't completed, and it's chock full of whatever mistakes I made the first go around. I do like this story, however, so I hope to pick it up again and finish it somewhere.

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Head to foot in the intermediate gray of position, Janelle was on one knee on the other side of Father’s desk, waiting to be acknowledged. She’d been waiting for over an hour, and had long since gone into a light meditative trance. It took her mind off the hardness of the cold stone beneath her knee and the burn of oxygen starved muscle. It kept her ready and relaxed for whatever came next as the world around her was pushed back behind a cloud of single focus—Father.

She hadn’t yet perfected the technique. Sounds of her brother and sister Greys moving in the hallways, their handful of servants all jolted her out of her trance in bright flashes of pain and tedium. What she was good at, though, was not breaking the look of concentration. Then again, that might be why she was still down on one knee, waiting to be acknowledged by Father.

At least she couldn’t pull her freshly redone stitches in this position.( Read more... )

I've signed up for NaNoWriMo.

No I don't know what's wrong with me.

In theory I've been writing for an hour. In truth it's been like the last 15 mins. What do I have to show for it? A mere 118 words more than yesterday. Only 1840 to go to make quota....

I'll be happy w/7k tonight.

EDIT: 7,183. how are other ppl doing? am i just not paying attention to the flist's wordcounts?

2301 / 50000 words. 5% done!

No extreme pain to report yet. But it's only the first day. And a Sunday. Wait until Tues when I can't write b/c I'm out on a date (!!!). I have a feeling relationships should not be started in November...

Anywho, w/Tues in mind, the goal for today is actually 4k. I'm off to do non-writerly things for a moment or several, then hopefully back to the writing. I have no idea where I'm going w/this story so I don't know if it's not just gonna stall out on me in the middle.

And in case you were wondering, yes all my icons are now nano-inspired. How I love November! There's a quote that would work for this fantastically. Something from LOTR that Gimli says. *ponders hard, trying to remember*

So I almost had a complete and total freak out on the way home. I was the first one home tonight and so picked up the mail. Among the stuff was a letter for me from Children International, through whom I sponsor a child. My sponsor child (who is awesome) lives in the Philip pines, near-ish where all the flooding has happened because of the typhoon. Now the last time I checked the Children International, specifically regarding the situation in the Philippines, they said that her area was okay and gave info on how to donate to help the affected area. But they also said that their policy is to notify sponsors if anything had happened to their children. And here I was...getting a letter. My first thought was that something happened to my kid. And then I thought that was silly, it could be anything. And then halfway up the stairs I had to know and opened the envelope (which was already open, but that's a diff issue).

My mthly sponsorship charge hadn't gone through.

There was an issue w/my new bank card that meant I had to get a new-new one, and I had actually called in the new info and paid the sponsorship so this letter was just crossing me in the mail, so to speak, but I was so incredibly relieved and thankful to God. I don't think of my sponsorship child as if she were my child, but I do think of her like one of my church kids or my neighbor girl. They're all very important to me. They're my young people. I'm infinitely interested in their lives; I want to be a resource for them; I want to be someone they can trust. I want them to be well and safe. Same thing for my kid. She does so well! I'm so proud of her. Every letter is amazing, and watching her grow up through pictures is equally so. I would have been devastated if that letter had been anything but the crazy sponsorship thing or some other of the regular official mail. But it was so now I'm good! :D

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On a totally different note: Fandom is gearing up for yuletide once more (if you've never heard of Yuletide, check out the archive). Nominations for fandoms-to-write are open. I 'm a wee overwhelmed by the idea of nomming fandoms. I mean I know it's for obscure fandoms, but I don't think that really cuts down the choices any! Last year was my first yuletide and it went well. I'm planning on doing it again. At least right now I am. Last year I wasn't doing NaNo so...

Anyone else nano'ing this year? Other than you, Katya ;) Is it too early to change over my icons to nano-related ones?

Here's the synop that I've posted to NaNoWriMo for what I think I'm going to write:

On a camping trip with their family, a pair of bickering fraternal twins suddenly discovered that the forest has changed and they are completely lost. They must rely on the goodwill and skills of a band of strange, blue-skinned hunters to help them find their way home. As their homesickness and fighting grown, will they make it home or will their isolation and fighting tear them apart?

18904 / 182250 words. 10% done!

4,689/50,000

again, this is almost all from transcribing the novel with virtually no new content. I'm up to page 40 in the handwritten bits and my fingers are protesting mightily.

153 of my words were not transcription, but a flashfic I've been pondering for the last couple of days. Unfortunately the machine to instantly translate the pictures in my head into words on the page was broken again, so the finished product is sorta kinda crap. And thus I share with you :p

( don't say you haven't been warned )

So lieueitak convinced me to join her in our own December NaNoWriMo. A real NaNo in which she is expect 50k words out of me. Wretched woman :p

So it's day one...and I'm already fail! I forgot to bring the notebook to transcribe the novel (Katya's letting me use my continued need to transcribe as part of my word count) and I just decided to fart off on working on Yuletide instead. And I hardly ever get any work done on Mondays b/c they're so busy. Oy. *hangs head*

Anywho, so if you see me online less than usual you know why: I'm doing actual work. Eek.