Spinning on that dizzy edge

Last night I dreamed that I was a deliberately androgynous character on Glee, and that at a social gathering Kurt got pissed at something Blaine did and kissed me. I had to push him away and tell him I was actually female, so he probably should stop before he squicked himself.

Really, brain? Where did that come from?

Of course, now I want to write this, starring a confident OC who refuses to reveal hir gender and with the help of a wealthy, polyamorous family smoothing over the bumps (setting up a unisex bathroom and PE reqs), sets about pissing off most of McKinley High. (Like when Will Schuester would set another boys vs girls assignment, zie would sit in the middle and stare.)

At least my hands don't hurt from a failed and a successful blood draw this morning. (My veins are MEAN, y'all.) But I am droopy tired from getting up early for that.

Hi! How's your Monday going?

I can haz Nano! I made the 50K mark earlier today, though the story is not quite wrapped up. After my two week mental vacation early on in the month, I've been pulling some mighty word counts out of the Well of Lost Plots, liberally seasoned with Adverb Barrage - about 43K in less than two weeks.

Congrats to all my fellow participants! We are mighty. *grin*

And now in the immortal words of Gary Larson, "May I be excused? My brain is full."

1. After much poking and reloading of the NaNoWriMo page, I finally got it to let me create an account and put in today's work. Woo-hoo!



Do you think I should store it all up and post it at the end, or copy it to here as I go?

2. To say that my period is pissing me off is putting it mildly. My cycles of the past few months have been all over the place: 32, 24, 34, 26, 28, and 32 days. Those of you with irregular cycles may be laughing at me right now, but dammit! I used to have regular cycles of 28 to 29 days. I think I've spotted every single pair of underwear I own, trying and failing to guess when the damned thing would start. This and the fact that I'm still not pregnant is vexing me.

3. The Emperor made an awesome Darth Maul, and hauled back quite the bag of spoils. The first treat he reached for? A bag of peanuts. We are frankly puzzled at whose child this is.

4. John De Lancie knows his way around Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Raven'. DAMN. *shivers*

5. Number five is not alive.

Well, I missed the deadline for kink_bingo. I did finish four out of the five story ideas I had, all since Monday, for a total of about 6600 words or so. The fifth is basically plotted out. I'll be in great shape to post them when the amnesty starts on September 15th. Thank you mods and participants for being awesome!

Now that I'm not gunning for the finish line, I could really use betas for them, if anyone is available. I've got a Jack Carter Eureka story, a John/Rodney SGA offering, Tara/Willow from BtVS, and Minerva McGonagall/Pomona Sprout ala Harry Potter. The fifth one, when it's done, will be Jake/Diane from Jake 2.0. (My fandom brain is a gadfly, what can I say?) I still need titles for most of those, too. Buh.

I am soooo far behind on everything else, between being at the con last weekend and getting my kink on since then. (I think it counts as a new frontier for me, writing during my son's capoeira class.) mcshep_match is over and done with, and I've got at least a week and half's worth to still read. Go Team Work! kate posted her recs here, and I have to say I agree with most of her picks, and the rest are just ones I haven't yet read. I've been chuffed to get some lovely comments on mine - not bad for another piece of speed-writing.

My LJ is at skip=Headache. I've got today and tomorrow to plot out my Dragon*Con plan of attack, now that my Hewlett-stalking time has freed up. *sigh* This includes packing and mapping and everything. Anyone else planning on attending aside from the couple of you I've talked to?

And I suppose I should actually do some work at some point. Meh.

In the interests of closing a few tabs, have some links!

The Cameron Mitchell & Daniel Jackson lilblckdressfic is back in action! Signups close Wednesday, September 10th. kazbaby, I totally plan to sign up, just as soon as I can point my brain in that direction.

David Hewlett did a podcast with GeekDad last night - you can download it here. I haven't listened to it yet; I'm thinking it will make for good plane audio.

For the Highlander and Peter Wingfield fans: Peter Wingfield answers 11 of your deepest Highlander questions!. I haven't watched this either, since work's firewall is a pissy hall monitor.

Ta for now!

Prompted by several peoples' posts, I played around with I Write Like.... My head is a busy place judging by the fic I've written: evidently I'm alternately channeling authors Dan Brown, Stephen King, H. P. Lovecraft, Chuck Palahniuk, Douglas Adams (whoo!), and Mark Twain. The top repeats were Dan Brown and Stephen King, so hey, I appear to be highly publishable. *grin* Plus, I re-read some of my stuff and remembered all over again that I can do this writing thing.

I also left some prompts at Porn Battle X, and WOW. I never know just where my brain comes up with these, but now I really want to see them.

If you're feeling generous, head on over to petra's Be Excellent to Each Other post and leave me a note. I'd appreciate it immensely.

Now back to this test plan I've been avoiding. *sigh*

MARCH! You came so quickly - I don't know why it surprises me every time that February ends so abruptly, but it does.

I love March; it's the beginning of spring's promise, an end-in-sight to the slog through winter. Don't get me wrong: I'm a total Scandinavian princess, as named by loving roomies of mine. Winter thrills and fulfills, recharges me in ways that summer will never replace. If I could combine the sunny long days and direct angles of sunlight of summer with all the snow and cold, I would do it in a heartbeat. While still providing, somehow, the flowers and crops of summer. But the endless grey days and early nights wear on even me, and I greet spring with a puppy's enthusiasm. (Alas, though, without a puppy's energy.)

Spring, and therefore March, is a wonderful runner-up, or rather follow-up, to winter. Spring flowers like tulips, hyacinths, daffodils, and especially lilies-of-the-valley are my favorites. My birthday sits at the end of March, and though I may attempt to cultivate a mom's zen for supporting everyone else's needs for the rest of the year, I take my birthday as a license to be a self-centered brat. It's all about ME, dammit!

Anywho, I am very glad to be safely into March, though I'm looking at this weekend with some trepidation. The Oscars are on Sunday, and it makes me sad. It used to be an annual festivity in my house growing up; I tried my best to keep it in that spirit in the intervening years. Now, though, I've barely heard of most of the movies, let alone seen them, and I've been exposed to the gross commercialism that motivates a lot of the decisions before and after. I miss those times of delighting in seeing all these fantastical celebrities dressed up and paraded before the masses, and catching glimpses of what I thought their lives might be like. Meh. At least with my DVR, now, I can speed through acceptance speeches of people who don't catch my interest, and pause for as many breaks as I want.

My links of interest have reached critical mass, so let me share them with you:

Accidental (but literal) cock-ups. Because who doesn't appreciate a good round of "How the hell did someone miss that?"

The obituary of Susan Elliott, married for 30 years to Denholm Elliott. Read this, and tell me why no one has optioned her story for a fantabulous movie. What a life she led! I want to have earned a zesty piece like this when I go.

Amanda Palmer's Evelyn Evelyn drama drama. I was really surprised that I heard almost nothing about this, outside of Neil Gaiman's blog. It has all the makings of a fandom kerfuffle - privileged appropriation of a disadvantaged (on multiple levels) backstory, intention outweighing objections, and so on - and yet, nada. Did no one else hear about it, or are we in outrage fatigue right now?

Twisted Disney princesses. Morbidly and creeptastically compelling artwork. It's the little touches that really do it, like Alice's delicate neck wound.

The 3 Types of Knowledge, AKA Nobody knows what the fuck they're doing. So true and so right and so "Why didn't I think of that?" My five-year-old Emperor is so prone to making confident statements of such inaccuracy, and being so resistant to correction, that I'm laughing even as I'm scrambling to point him the right way. I hope to be there when he gains awareness of how large the "Shit he doesn't know he doesn't know" pie piece is in his breadth of knowledge.

If my brain is still chewing on it later, I'll probably ramble on about postcards of insights from my id to be found in my original characters (enmeshed in fandoms like SG and NCIS) (not self-inserts, dammit!) and poke some more at my Mezzanine WIP that I want/don't want to post. I swear I'm not trying to be a teast about it. I just.....NYARGH.

Later, all, and have a wonderful weekend. (And if it's not an actual weekend for you - enjoy it anyway!)

No joke, I brought an entire grocery bag full of Trader Joe's snacks to work a few weeks back. Now I've got the munchies and I don't want any of them. The apple and orange sitting on my desk look equally unappealing. Stupid afternoon snack attacks.

I love Wikipedia in all its timewasting allure. Today's featured article on Gropecunt Lane was no exception. Zod bless the zany yet practical street naming schemes of the Middle Ages.

Cafeteria. Cow-orker. With the insidious political presumptions. ( Can we quit it with the socialism mudslinging? )

I'm up to thirteen entries in my fic list. I'm not normally triskaidekaphobic, but leaving it sitting at that number is making me slightly uneasy. Now I have an Star Trek crack!fic and RPF battling it out in my head for the next spot. Hm.

I can almost smell Friday from here. Sweet, delicious Friday.

Hot. DAMN. I turned in the last of my challenge entries a whole 10 minutes before the cutoff. I am FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! About 18,000 words between the three stories later, and I am sure of one thing: I will never, ever sign up for three challenges due within 2 weeks of each other ever again. Please remind me of this if I somehow forget.

Now I can catch up on the 1200 or so entries I'm behind in my flist. Hey, I'm on vacation for the next week -- well, I may be home from work, but seeing as the Emperor is going to be off from daycare for all but two of those days, I really only get two days of vacation. *sigh* I'm still grumpy about having to pay for all the days his school is closed. (Also grumpifying: being three for three with major holidays and my period showing up. Grrr....)

But anyway - hi! If you've posted something remarkable in the past couple of weeks and have been wondering why I didn't respond...I've been crazy busy. Sorry!

Hope you all had a very Merry December holiday of your choosing, and a very happy New Year's to come!

(Now pardon me whilst I go wibble off somewhere and try to regrow my brain.)

Today is my Friday. Well, at least Friday, part one, because I'm taking tomorrow off for my birthday. I'm scrambling to get an ADO presentation ready for Monday afternoon (no homework, dammit!), and my long-suppressed paper-in-a-day generation skills are coming in very handy. (What the hell did I do before internet sources (bless you, Wikipedia!) anyway?)

I wanted to follow in others' footsteps and post some fic, including the BSG PWP that stalled out a month ago. I resurrected it this past week and finally got the smut started. Sitting through our staff meeting just now, I actually plotted out the rest of the story. I am going to be blushing so damned hard as I write this. (Hey, sabaceanbabe, do you think you'll have time tomorrow to give it a quick look-see?)

Speaking of...( TMI question about Helo's vs. Sam's, er, attributes ) ...This is what fic does to my brain.

I also wanted to post my response (SG-1, a conversation between Cam and Vala) to ivorygates' wonderful comment-fic, only I can't seem to find a beta for it. I may just put it up and hope you guys don't wince too hard.

OK, back to work. (As much as I can with these visions of porn dancing in my brain. I suppose it could be worse -- it could be some combination of Cam/Cammie/Daniel/Dani/JD. *grin*)