rivendellrose: (Default)
New source of writerly angst re: my current "book" (and yes, it demands the scare quotes).

Holy crap, I don't know what my glass of water is!!! I can already see that my accomplishment at writing 1000+ words last night is going to go straight back down the tubes tonight, unless I manage to shut off the Thinking And Panicking part of my brain.

...And I still don't have a name for my third main character. ARRRGH.
rivendellrose: (Default)
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Honestly? Statistics.

I'm not talking really tough-math statistics (although that's good, too, for those who have the knack), I'm talking about theoretical statistics, the kind of stuff that allows you to see through the really asinine stuff that marketing companies and biased research groups use to trump up their dogma. I'm talking about sample size, correlation vs. causation, and how to tell if a study is totally bunk. One might even call this "skepticism 101," but... well, let's not scare people away by doing that. Basically, not enough people know how to see through the horrible little numbers games that people pull. I got lucky - I had a psychology teacher who taught us the basics of some of this stuff, and later I picked it up from other sources, and then from a really good statistics class that I got strong-armed into taking because it was a departmental requirement for anthropology. I sucked at the math (particularly since it'd been three years since I'd done anything with a scientific calculator at that point...), but the theory... god, I loved the theory parts.

...Anyway. That or a more general class examining the many and faintly horrifying ways that commercials and ads and other forms of marketing manipulate us, but that might be even more controversial, and a little bit of stats would send them in the right direction, I think.
rivendellrose: (write damn it)
During the day I always feel like I could write, if I could just get away from work and have time to do it. It's all I can think of during the day - how much I wish I could be writing. In the evening, once I've gotten home, fed the cats, made and eaten dinner, talked with The Boy, had a shower, and sat down with my laptop... it's like every writing thought I had during the day has just slipped from my mind and vanished down the drain.

I know I've whined about this before. But it's really very frustrating.

Inevitably, I will start to hit my groove again right about the time I need to be going to bed. That's always how it works.

i whine

Mar. 14th, 2010 08:05 pm
rivendellrose: (feeling blue)
Today, it took me 40 minutes to finish the new Hellboy trade I'd been eagerly awaiting. And another 40 minutes to at least soften the resulting "WTF? And where is the rest of that?!" echoing in my head. That's the problem with comic books, for me - I read them too quickly. 40 minutes later, I'm through with the book, but as far as my brain is concerned I've only really read about four chapters worth of content, so my brain is wondering where the hell the next four (or ten...) chapters are and why we don't get them right now damn it.

Besides, this was a seriously weird one with some seriously huge revelations. So, you know. Coping must be done. It was awesome. But coping must be done, and now I am feeling somewhat bereft and abandoned by it having been such a quick read, if that makes sense.

So, to try to shut up my inner instant-gratification-whore, I thought I might go flip through some of my older stuff, just for kicks. At which point I remembered how much I like Ryan Sook's style for BPRD, and how much I hate Guy Davis'... which is a pity given it's Guy Davis who continued the series.

There is no fanfic left in this universe that I have not read and which is not of a pairing that gives me hives. And of course my own fic is still stalled. As is my original stuff. Wooooo. I'm going to go stare at one or the other and try to make one or the other of them go somewhere.
rivendellrose: (fear the plotbunny)
1. Today's xkcd makes me more than usually proud to be a geek.

2. I really, really, really, really hate when I keep coming up with what seem like viable bits of a fic, but they refuse to gel into anything because the characters seem perfectly happy to stick around in their vaguely-uneasy non-communicative status quo. Seriously guys - it's called communication. You don't really want me to follow through with my threat of giving up on this serious fic and instead writing a parody with you all in a group therapy session, do you? Because I swear, if this doesn't pick up and go somewhere within the next day or two, I will. I thought maybe the problem was only having two characters, so I brought another one in. It has helped not in the slightest. I swear to god, these people? All broken. ...Which may explain why I love them so much, but is nonetheless quite tiring as they are not so much broken in an active kind of way.

3. It so figures that I would get hungry just at the same time I realize that I should be going to bed.

Plotbunny icon used in extreme irony, as this is less a plotbunny and more a "if you people aren't going to have real conversations, why won't you stop hanging around in my head being all whiny and wistful and strange?" kind of bunny.
rivendellrose: (NaNo: going MAD)
Tonight, after finally not only catching up over the weekend but getting one day ahead (which I then squandered yesterday, go me :P), I'm having my first official "crap, crap, crap, where are the words?" night of this year's NaNoWriMo experience.

I have no more words. They appear to have all packed up their little wordy bags and left the building. I can only look back with wistful envy at a few days (or, for that matter, weeks or months) ago when my damned muses and my thrice-damned villain wouldn't leave me the hell alone. These are the characters who wouldn't leave me a full day's peace while I was on vacation in Japan. Now, right when I need them most, they appear to have buggered off and left me all alone holding a document full of rambling conversations, tangential back-story and bizarre family dynamics. Real nice.

And yes, I really have given up not thinking of them like people. It helps me to feel that there's someone else to blame. :P
rivendellrose: (water pistol)
You know those days when the characters grab hold of the writing and start making decisions and choices seemingly of their own volition? When the words just rush out of the pen (or, in this case, fingertips) and you, the writer, feel like you're not doing anything except desperately trying to transcribe what's going on?

This is not one of those days.

At this point, I could just about grab these very beloved characters and shake them, bless their confused little hearts, to try to get them to make up their own damned minds about this scene. Because I sure as hell haven't the foggiest idea what they're going to do. Talk! Or decide something! Or do something! I don't care what, just something!

*Headdesk*

For the record: This is just flailing. I'm sure it'll work out. But... bleh! And since I couldn't write more in the document without starting to write things like "make up your mind, you stupid bastard! Grow a flipping backbone for once in your life and CHOOSE!" ... I thought flailing at LJ would be a good option. ;)
rivendellrose: (Nuala / a creature of autumn)
Since I'm super-busy this year, I probably will not be doing NaNoWriMo, but I am going to do my best to actually write for a change over the next month/month and a half... and actually finish a few things that have been niggling and refusing to quite get finished. Because my WIP list is getting just plain absurd, and I'd really like for some of it at least to actually see the light of day.

However, even though I'm stuck on about sixteen different long-form fics, I find myself unable to resist writing Halloween fic. So, here's the post, as usual - please give me things to write for my favorite holiday! ♥

Fandom & Character/Pairing, and some quote, phrase or object that you'd like the fic centered around. All fics must be Halloween- or fall-related, but don't let that limit the fandoms or pairings. :D

(Woe, I don't have a fall icon yet! I'll have to fix that this evening! In the mean-time, have Nuala. She's sort of.. fall...ish...)
rivendellrose: (city girl)
Last night I had a fabulous time out with [livejournal.com profile] zinjadu and her adorable new hair, leaving today as a day for writing and errands. Unfortunately, my cat kept me up a good part of the early-morning, meaning that after I locked him out, I overslept abysmally. Put my schedule on a wee bit of a wack-out. So we did our errand things, paid bills, ran out and bought curtains and curtain rods (yay!), which the Boy is now working on putting up... and then I wanted to do the last of my errands, which is printing out and paying my registration materials for the museum studies certification program this fall. No problem, right? I don't have a printer, but that's okay, because there's some computers for public use in our apartment building, and failing that we live only a few blocks from the public library.

Except apparently out of the four computers for public use here in the building, only two work, and every other tenant appears to know that and grab those computers instantly. The other two are worthless. Oh, and the printer? Is loaded with lined paper, which I would be okay with for some things, but... not so much for this. Sends a less-than-professional impression. So I go to the public library. Where the computers apparently hate the internet today, and won't let me access my file because Gmail keeps timing out. *Headdesk*

Fortunately the Boy is my hero and has promised that if I just email him the file at work, he'll print it off... since I don't have access to our work printers, but he does. :) I suspect I may have to come up with a better plan than this once I'm actually in the classes, as they probably will want printed assignments.

Now it's time to write. Or at least stare at this gods-damned document and wish that it would finish itself, because I... am feeling very detached from it right now, and very much like I can't be bothered with figuring out how to finish it. Alas.
rivendellrose: (summer)
It's extremely warm in my apartment, the Boy just went home, and I'm stuck on my writing, so... how about a meme, gacked from [livejournal.com profile] rheanna27?

Inspired by Doctor Who's "Turn Left:" Pick one of my stories and tell me a point in the tale that you'd change. Something tiny (e.g. "and then Fay chose silver glitter instead of gold") or big (e.g. "and then Rose was arrested instead of Jack") and I'll tell you how that one difference would have altered the course of the entire story.

Any fic will do, I'm just bored and doze-y. :)
rivendellrose: (scully's fun-reading)
Neil Gaiman efficiently pokes holes in that tired old entitled complaint that writers are 'responsible' for finishing things in a timely fashion for the sake of their readers.

Seriously, I cannot believe the gall of the fan who sent him that question. I really can't. If you like a person's work, you ought to have some small degree of respect for them as a human being, all right? I may not always be thrilled with the rate at which certain authors work (I'm thinking particularly of James Alan Gardner and his "Expendable" series, here, and I assure you that whenever I check his website I do mutter dark things about how much I wish the next book was on its way out) - I'm not unsympathetic to the emotion, here. What I'm unsympathetic toward is the entitled attitude, exactly as Neil noted. Writers are people. Writers have lives.

Neil says it all, and better than I'm ever going to, particularly when I'm tired and hormonal, so just go read his entry. And I'm going to go curl up with a hot pad and try to sleep.
rivendellrose: (fear the plotbunny)
"I have this song stuck in my head and it keeps pushing me to write this thing," is not actually a valid excuse for writing slightly insane dark!fic that might or might not be in-character. (You know you're in trouble with a character when you look at something Very Wrong and think "well... I don't think he'd do it, but... I could very well be wrong, on further consideration.") Really, it isn't. Rather, it is a sign that I need to open up something new on my play-list.

Really.

And even if all of that weren't true, if I'm getting grabbed by any fic right now, it ought to be my [livejournal.com profile] tardis_bigbang fic, not some random death-monster of an "Angel" fic. Because I'm super-behind on the BigBang fic, and I don't need to be writing random other crap, especially... yaeh. Bleehhhhhhhhhhh.
rivendellrose: (Adipose says Hello!)
Stayed in bed until well past noon today, in part because 'the adipose' was acting up again. I suspect this has something to do with the fact that I (gasp!) did sit-ups and crunches before bed. I appear to have a choice - adipose-pain, or no-sit-ups. That really irks me - I am spoiled and not used to my body limiting what I can do, particularly in terms of exercise. That strikes me as just plain unfair.

Anyway. Got up, had breakfast, and spent a blissful morning drinking tea and reading "Sex in History" by Reay Tannahill - still one of my all-time favorite books, despite the fact that she gets herself into stupid trouble in the bits on pre-history, and was much amused by the fact that, despite knowing it will do no good, I continue to try to research for writing Merlin fic. What's the point of knowing historical details in a fandom that can't even decide what century it's set in, and, more to the point, neglects all the details of any of the relevant periods? No point, of course, except that I adore research and am constantly flummoxed when I can't do any. Alas. Then I tried to assuage my feelings by reseaching for my original piece that I'm working on... and discovered that the book has no relevant details for that period/subject. *Sigh* I need more detailed reference material.

And the moral of the story is that if I'm suffering from writer's block, I feel that research is the answer. If the research fails me... I get pissy. ;)

Oh, and I watched the Confidential from last night. I hate to be a pissy fanbrat about this whole thing, but... More nattering about the Spoiler of Last Night )
rivendellrose: (scully red)
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Is it just me, or is this rather apropos for the whole Hadron Collider thing?

Anyway. Favorite episode is either "Bad Blood" or the absolutely fantastic "Ghosts Who Stole Christmas." I'm a sucker for the silly ones.

And no. I don't believe in anything more paranormal than my snail's ability to return from seemingly-deceased states. Although I did have a nightmare about some sort of haunted house last night, so obviously I was having a premonition about it being the X-Files' anniversary. So there you go. ;)

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