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Figured I'd make this official. I am no longer using this journal, except to post finished works. Which, in reality, means I probably won't post but a few times a year. I now use my tumblr
to blog about my writing and ... a variety of other things. If you'd like to keep up with me, you can do so there. If you friend me, be sure to drop a line, so I know to friend you back. Ta.
So, here's the thing.
I fucking love Bakery AUs.
This is awkward for a number of reasons, one being that I don't eat, y'know, anything you could make in a bakery. I don't even like bread. Seriously, I buy that unnaturally thin stuff so when I make sandwiches there will be even less bread involved. I also can't actually remember the last time I walked into a bakery. It probably wasn't willingly. So I have like zero experience with bakeries and their general foodstuffs, and I don't, as a rule, like the things they produce. And, yet, I love Bakery AUs.
The real problem with this is that I want to write a Bakery AU. Specifically I want to write a Sherlock/John Bakery AU. But a) I know nothing about bakeries, including what happens in them day to day and b) I don't know how to bake shit, and I figure professional baking is not something you can just fake (I mean, I guess I could try, but that'd add another level of ignorance on top of an American writing in a British fandom, and, yeah, I'd rather not) and c) I have no fucking clue how either John or Sherlock would wind up owning a bakery. The closest I could work it towards making sense is Harry owning the bakery. An alcoholic baker. That bakery would clearly be a raging success. Plus John doesn't, y'know, willingly entangle himself with Harry. SO BASICALLY I CAN'T MAKE IT WORK EVEN THOUGH I WANT TO.
That is my sad story for the day. I am sorry for the like minute you lost reading that.
So I am writing a thing over on AO3 that is pretty strange, about Sherlock being a treasure hunter and John basically being a post-apocalyptic magician in a steam punk city. And now it comes with free music! This is the playlist I write this story to. Maybe you will like it, idk. Unless you don't like indie music, in which case you probably shouldn't download it.
You can get it over here.
The playlist is below, so you can decide if it's worth the 45 second wait or whatever.
Is Tropical: Clouds
Foster the People: Pumped Up Kicks
Andrew Bird: Not a Robot, But a Ghost
Bat for Lashes: Horse and I
The Black & White Years: Power to Change
Cloud Cult: Please Remain Calm
Crystal Castles: Courtship Dating
Damien Rice: Volcano
Eisley: Marvelous Things
Pixies: La La Love You
And here is the 8tracks version for those of you who have, idk, a moral opposition to free music that I guess might be illegal.
So I am pretty much writing purely fanfic these days. Generally I try not to cross the streams on here or whatever, but, uh, since I have nothing else to offer you, I'm probably going to start posting about that. Or possibly just about my TREMENDOUS WRITERS BLOCK you guys wouldn't believe it. Well, maybe you would. But I went from writing 20,000 words of fandom nonsense in three weeks to writing... nothing. Which is always frustrating. Especially since I just posted a story (this story
if you are interested in ridiculous stories about Cupid and Aphrodite failing to matchmake people, specifically Sherlock and John, which maybe you are) that I swore would be updated and finished quickly. Hahaha, I should have known better than that.
Aside from that, though, I can't remember the last time I was in a fandom that made me produce like this. Actually, yes I do, it was HP back in 2005/2006. (Ironically, my arguably most well known Sherlock fics are the HP crossovers. /o\) If we are counting RP stuff along with it, I greatly outproduced myself back then. If we aren't then, holy shit, I have been possessed by some bizarre fandom spirit. I think this is because Sherlock is generally cooler than all other cool things at present. But that is just my opinion, maybe you think other thinks are cooler.
Also, I just bought OmniOutliner, and it may be the greatest thing to happen to me in the last month, which isn't hard, since the last month has been pretty shitty. But it is a generally awesome program that makes plotting long shit (the vast majority of what I write /o\) far less painful. Not painless. Nothing short of a personality transplant would make plotting painless. But it's a help.
The Meaning and Depth CycleAuthor: cridecoeurPairing:
Individual Stories Rated PG - RWarning:
None apply. Unless you have a problem with slash. Then you are really going to have problems with these stories.Summary:
Nicholas and Peter have been living together for two years - Nicholas a starving medical student on early discharge from the army and Peter a university drama student - when all their pining for each other transforms into an actual relationship. This is the story of the next three years of their lives, a romance involving stuffed dragons, inappropriate medical conference sex toys, Crododile apartments, transexual sweaters, Swappeez, inept proposals, and love. But mostly love.A/N:
This would be the OBB fic I've been blithering about for like 3 months! It has been a serious labor of love, the first OBB I've won, and the first story over 10,000 words I have finished. Also, I really hope no one is offended by the transexual sweater bit. It is not meant to be offensive or inflammatory, but sometimes it's hard to judge these things.
Also there is totally amazing art for this story! Seriously it is better than the fic. It is over on ruins_of_sodom's LJ, here
. Go tell him how freaking amazing he is!Boardwalk Jitters
Nicholas/Peter | PG | 1307 words( Peter and Nicholas were half-way down the boardwalk on a blustery Saturday afternoon, coat collars turned up against the wind, when Peter caught sight of a booth that boasted over-large stuffed animals for anyone who could knock down a pyramid of glass bottles - a game that was undoubtedly rigged, which did not seem to matter to Peter. )Dragons Will Never Hurt You
Nicholas/Peter, Tess/Claudia | PG-13 | 1896 words( By the time Nicholas had left the train station, staggered onto the bus, and then staggered, perhaps with even less grace, onto the sidewalk out front of his and Peter’s apartment building, one o’clock had well and truly passed, and he was exhausted enough that when his key to the building did not work the first three times, Nicholas seriously considered sleeping on the sidewalk. )Crocodiles, Revisited
Nicholas/Peter | PG-13 | 2333 words( Nicholas was fairly certain shopping for his last apartment had not been so utterly horrific. )Ho Ho Ho, Etc.
Nicholas/Peter, Tess/Claudia | PG-13 | 1722( Nicholas, as everyone knew, was a terrible gift giver, which was embarrassing for a man of 28 to say, especially one who could afford to give at least moderately extravagant gifts - he did not lack funding, but according to Tess, he did lack taste. )The End. Until They Get Gay Married!
Nicholas/Peter, Tess/Claudia | R | 4281( They were at He’s Not Here when the news broke; Vasya was the first to know because he had, Nicholas thought, a vast and terrifying spy network and so knew of everything that happened in tristate area before anyone else did. That, and he compulsively checked his phone, his e-mail, and, more to the point, the news, despite the fact that he should be checking none of them while working. )
So in addition to planning for NaNo this year, I have also apparently decided I am sick of trying to make the dual narrative of Under the Beautiful Star work and have instead, uh, started to write it as a novel told entirely in poems. I lay full blame for this on The Alphabet Conspiracy
, which got me interesting in the idea of a novel told through poems in the first place. It is going... okay, it's strange, ngl. ( Some excerpts: )
IDEK how this is going to work out, I really don't. /o\
I now have a website!
There are things on there that I have never posted here and may never, idk, I'm really lazy, which makes the fact that I coded all of this myself fairly hilarious. SO IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THE LAYOUT THAT IS WHY.
More to the point though I AM LOOKING FOR OTHER AUTHORS TO JOIN IT. Not, like, a million people or whatever, but a few others. This is not an attempt to charge other people to pay for the website, I'm asking no money from anyone who joins, I just feel weird about having a domain name to myself and I'd like to give other authors the chance to have a website without paying a bunch of money for it, seeing as I already have the domain
and it is paid for at least the next two years.
We will now return to our regularly scheduled program of me not posting forever.
I FINISHED MY OBB FIC. THE FIRST BIG BANG I HAVE EVER WON. It is sitting at a little over 11,000 words, which makes it the first story over 10,000 words I have finished. And now I am working on a second story that is about the same length and... weird. Really weird. Like a bunch of people maybe just got turned into zombies - except without the mindless hunger for brains or whatever - but you don't know for certain, and the main character just hit and killed Death and his horse with her car. Which could happen to anyone really. That's why you don't cross dark, winding country roads at night. Because women who are possibly hallucinating you might hit you with their car, and then you'll die.
IDEK, guys. IDEK.