Did Dean just learn how to tie Windsor knots recently or sommat? He looks like Dean Smith every week and it is KILLING ME. Hnnng.
I wanna write a SPN/Adjustment Bureau AU so bad. Dean and Cas would make the cutest lil' David/Elise, and it'd be a great excuse to slash Silver Fox with anyone. Namely Anthony Mackie, because... hot damn. I'm pretty sure he made Matt Damon's character question his sexuality.

The whole time I kept thinking how much like SPN it was, though. Great movie!
For a little while now I've been pestering [livejournal.com profile] fossarian about the idea of adapting When Play Turns Bitter into an actual novel, and thought I'd consult with my lovely flisties about the relative insanity of this latest brainwave.

Those interested in my idea, carry on. )
Whee, I hit the 15, 000 word mark! I'm in the middle of a porn scene, so that'll probably go up a bit by the time I'm done (or by the time someone's done, at any rate), but nevertheless I felt like this was a landmark worth sharing. :)

15000 / 20000 (75.00%)

However, since it's unlikely that I'll be finished at 20, 000 words, the counter should probably look more like this:

15000 / 40000 (37.50%)
So, durr. Back to work.
Hello again,

Just to make things even more confusing, I've decided to create a second Twitter account,
@nanoochka, to keep my fandom/personal tweets separate from the posts I made to @infohead_desk. Since I've got a fair number of RL friends on there, I'd like the two not to cross-pollinate (they don't know about my slashy ways lol). Hopefully this one is a lot more recognizable to you, so please add me back! I'm doing my best to add everyone who followed me on the other account.

So... Just finished Chapter Twelve of When Play Turns Bitter. With the beta now, post soon hopefully.

11, 078 words, WHAT THE HELL.

I am truly all written-out for the day, so I'll leave you with some Daniel Faraday to describe my current state.


Feb. 18th, 2011 02:28 pm
Somehow managed to finish Chapter Two of my [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_bigbang entry last night. I don't know how this happened, but I sort of expect it to backfire on me really quickly, either through my inability to finish, or by exploding the total wordcount (I doubt it'll end at 20k).

9152 / 20000 45.76% Done!


Jan. 28th, 2011 07:41 pm
For anyone has ever wondered what getting a tattoo feels like, let me just say that it can hurt a hell of a lot less than getting a massage.

Also, what the fuck?


Jan. 22nd, 2011 08:59 pm
Was anyone else completely fucking destroyed by Never Let Me Go? Jesus H. I just devastated a whole box of tissue.
I have a funny story to share with y'all.

I run a writing group at my library for a small number of people from the community, and I have to say that so far it's been a really positive thing. I've tried to draw upon my own experiences with writing groups from when I was doing my degree in Creative Writing - although it was a bit different and we were obviously graded and guided by a professional writer, I still got a sense of what worked well as part of the group dynamic, and what to try and avoid in the future. Everyone in my group seems to get along and have really warmed up to one another; what started off as a group of fairly apprehensive people has turned into a positive, fun environment.

That is, except for Betty.

Betty is a woman in her late sixties who is known, by name, to all of the library staff here, as she can be extremely demanding and difficult to please as a customer. My stomach definitely sank when I saw her name on the sign-up sheet for the group, but I figured, Whatevs, maybe it won't be so bad, or she'll turn out to be an amazing writer. Yeah, right.

Not only does she snap and get defensive about every line of concrit provided to her at our meetings, she simply refuses to give feedback to the other group members, and makes it pretty obvious that she hates discussing anyone else's work but her own. We all know the type from fandom. Last month she said, "I have no interest in reading anyone else's work because I find it boring. Can I just skip reading it, or should i write, 'BORING' in my comments?" I politely told her that if she was unable to address herself more politely to the other group members, or fulfill group expectations, that I would have to replace her with someone else from the waiting list.

At this stage, I should also add that I regularly hand out samples of poetry and short stories from various well-known authors such as W. H. Auden, Hemingway, Shakespeare or T. S. Eliot so that the group members can think about different styles of writing, especially since some of them are still getting used to different poetic forms, etc.

Today I get a package in my mailbox from her, containing not only this month's writing sample, but all of Betty's comments on the other members' work, and the handouts I prepared. At first I couldn't figure out why she would have returned the handouts to me, but then I had a closer look and realized that she had not just discarded them, but gone and written her critiques on everything - even the Auden and the Eliot and the Hemingway. I guess Shakespeare passed muster for her.

All over the Auden poems were notes like, "This is unclear - explain what you mean," or, "Why would we stumble when the musicians are playing? This makes no sense," or, my favourite, "What are the clowns supposed to signify?" Regarding the lines from The More Loving One, "Admirer as I think I am/ Of stars that do not give a damn," she responded, "This is an undesirable emotion - your whole poem is unclear. Please clarify."

Her notes to Hemingway were definitely my favourite, though. She wrote a bunch of stuff in the margins about the title of Hemingway's A Very Short Story demanding to know what it was about, or if it indicated sexual abuse, or who the hell he was talking about (not even paraphrasing there). She accused him of using 'unnecessarily long sentences', and, regarding the deaf old man in the story A Clean, Well-Lighted Place, "What does it matter what time of day it is, or if the night is more quiet? It would be quiet any time of the day since he's deaf."

I just... in between wanting to piss myself laughing, I have no idea how I'm supposed to look this woman in the eye tonight. This is either the most blatant show of passive aggressiveness I've ever seen, or the most blatant display of utter stupidity. All I can think to say is that her notes were well-taken, but that Hemingway and Auden might have a few problems addressing her concerns due to a severe case of being dead.

Day: Consider yourself officially made.

ETA: Tonight she asked, "Who's Ernest? I don't remember meeting him at one of our sessions."
How the fuck did I not notice that the actress who plays Meg 2.0 is the smokin' hot Suicide Girl/agent from Californication???!?!?!


Gawd. My enjoyment of this show just flew through the roof.
Tomorrow is [livejournal.com profile] cautionzombies' birthday and I promised her a picture of Dean (in lieu of yet more fic - how exhausting! XD), but since I'm heading out of town tonight, I thought I'd post this early so as not to miss the big day before I leave. Click the preview image (or the LJ cut) to see the whole thing.

Click for the full sketch! )


Jan. 9th, 2011 08:10 pm
Love a duck, I just finished writing Chapter 10 of When Play Turns Bitter after nearly two weeks of obsessing/struggling with it, harassing [info]sansday, [info]cautionzombies, [info]bauble, and [info]shane_mayhem in one form or another for help (ah, the internet - for when you need to inflict yourself upon your friends and betas in as many ways as possible), and almost feeling like it might not get done at all.

In short:

Just felt the need to share. I was literally in tears writing it and now I think I have a date with some ice cream.
Okay, I have an idea for [info]spn_j2_bigbang. I think.

Are you ready? Here it is:

Irish restaurant AU. Wasabi poisoning! Feuding restaurant staff! Dean and Crowley opening a bar! People getting hit in the back of the head with frying pans! Glen Hansard cameos! Drama! Suspense! Intrigue! Romance! But most important of all... IRISH CAS.


*goes to hide*
This has been floating around and is kind of hilarious. If anyone has any pointers on how to achieve the first one, please do let me know. I hear talking bollocks is a very serious condition.

In 2011, nanoochka resolves to...
Lose ten talking bollocks by March.
Find a better fringe.
Keep my supernatural clean.
Spend less time on film.
Connect with my inner lost.
Give some alias to charity.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions:
I have a serious bone to pick about something that happened during 6x10, that has nothing to do with an outcry about OOC or gratuitous demon snogging or Cas watching porn. Enough people have wanked on about that already. What I want to express is how seriously wrong one particular scene during this episode was. It involves a knife, and it should have a lot more women upset.

Spoilers for 6x10 ahead. )


Nov. 22nd, 2010 10:13 am
Why is The Walking Dead a video game?

And why am I not in it?
Yes! It's officially cold today.

You know what this means.
I'm breaking out the hat. Don't try and stop me. )
My response to the SPN premiere is best summarized by the lovely Dylan Moran:

"I'm not saying that it's bad, or anything like that... All I'm saying is that you could get, say, I dunno... a broom, and dip it in some brake fluid, put the other end up my arse, and stick me on a trampoline in a moving lift and I'd write something better on the wall. That's all I'm saying."

But I did have some very specific thoughts in reaction to the episode, live-Tweet style. Some spoilery thoughts ahead... No one wanted to join my 'Let's Get Drunk and Watch SPN Party' party, so I have no one to ad-lib to.

I just wrote a better episode in my sleep. )



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