taleya: (Black Books (fic))


This. So much. Fucking. this.

Yes there are tells an author leaves in that hint to additional data. But sometimes a curtain is just a fucking curtain
taleya: (Black Books (fic))


This. So much. Fucking. this.

Yes there are tells an author leaves in that hint to additional data. But sometimes a curtain is just a fucking curtain

....

Mar. 28th, 2010 06:42 pm
taleya: (Mister Flibble is Very Cross)
I now know far more about 19th century gynaecology than I EVER FUCKING WANTED TO.


*shakes fist at [livejournal.com profile] mothergoddamn *

Also, I drowned Watson.

....

Mar. 28th, 2010 06:42 pm
taleya: (Mister Flibble is Very Cross)
I now know far more about 19th century gynaecology than I EVER FUCKING WANTED TO.


*shakes fist at [livejournal.com profile] mothergoddamn *

Also, I drowned Watson.

ARGHH

Mar. 23rd, 2010 02:13 am
taleya: (ARGH)
MY GOD GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK.

I FIX ONE ARGUMENT BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU AND YOU START AN EVEN WORSE ONE!

Stupid muses! *pokes them with sticks in uncomfortable places*


* Like the back seat of a Volkswagen. Oh yeah. I went there.

ARGHH

Mar. 23rd, 2010 02:13 am
taleya: (ARGH)
MY GOD GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK.

I FIX ONE ARGUMENT BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU AND YOU START AN EVEN WORSE ONE!

Stupid muses! *pokes them with sticks in uncomfortable places*


* Like the back seat of a Volkswagen. Oh yeah. I went there.

hrmm.

Mar. 17th, 2010 04:02 am
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Lying on a couch with a laptop is rather problematic when you have a rat perched merrily on your stomach snoring. Trying to find a comfortable position for both yourself and the rat is even more so. Especially when she has absolutely no qualms about sticking sharp claws in places you don't want them to go if you even mildly displease her.

Bloody ingrate.

A meme! Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] charleygirl

Post the first linesĀ from your last twenty-five fics and see if there's a pattern )


Conclusion: Dinosaurs.

hrmm.

Mar. 17th, 2010 04:02 am
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Lying on a couch with a laptop is rather problematic when you have a rat perched merrily on your stomach snoring. Trying to find a comfortable position for both yourself and the rat is even more so. Especially when she has absolutely no qualms about sticking sharp claws in places you don't want them to go if you even mildly displease her.

Bloody ingrate.

A meme! Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] charleygirl

Post the first linesĀ from your last twenty-five fics and see if there's a pattern )


Conclusion: Dinosaurs.
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Yes working on five stories at once atm. Which is actually in the upper echelons, even for me and my demented brain.

The one that's really driving me batshit though is that Possessed!Holmes req from the KinkMeme. It's taking longer than it should because while I've written more than my share of heebie jeebies, I want to be pretty damned sure I don't end up writing what's essentially a Holmesian remake of Incubus. I'm completely and utterly not above cannibalising my own work - but at least I have the dignity to do it from stories that aren't published for various reasons (wording isn't right, or it just plain doesn't work - most of you know how I write, it's a long dysenteric stream of conciousness for the most part! So even if the story as a whole is hacked to pieces, certain prized phrases will make their way out :P)

And I've read waaay too much Lovecraft, so I'm also walking the tightrope that is Victorian Otherwordly Demonic Horror That Isn't A Blatant Ripoff. Fuck, I'd play with Cthuhlu mythos until the Shoggoths came home in a crossover, but this ISN'T a crossover, so they can bugger off and go back to eating Elder Things. Plus I keep getting diverted by stupid things like trying to work out if an Avestan word would have been used among Indian migrants in London in the 19th century. (Yes, yes I know, not strictly Indian Indians, but considering the time period there's that whole delightfully dogpiled "everyone is an Indian" mindset so I can eke past in that manner. )

BUT I HAS WATSON SPEAKING PASHTO. SO I AM WIN (Come on, you honestly think he wouldn't have picked up a few words? He'd have to at least know how to say "I AM JOHN MOTHERFUCKING WATSON, PREPARE TO DIE" in half a dozen languages. Or perhaps not, because he is so awesomely awesome he is known worldwide. There are undiscovered tribes in the darkest Amazon that tremble in fear at the mere sight of a moustache.)

Alas, the meme seems to be petering somewhat :( I miss my daily batshit. And I've developed a terrible new habit of abusing parentheses.

Was planning on doing over the other half of the veggie garden today, but I was a lazy shit for the morning. And then it started absolutely fucking piss-storming (check the gallery!). We didn't get hit hard past a shit-ton of rain (YAY for living Bayside!), but my mum is bitching about hail the size of golfballs over in Chadstone. My younger sister is probably currently under five meters of water :P Freak Storm Cell indeed.

If it holds off a bit tomorrow I'll get stuck into the garden, wetness be damned. The soil will be easier to turn, and those peas I've been raising from seed damned well need transplanting. But until then, I shall sit smug and secure within my house and sneer out the windows at it.
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
Yes working on five stories at once atm. Which is actually in the upper echelons, even for me and my demented brain.

The one that's really driving me batshit though is that Possessed!Holmes req from the KinkMeme. It's taking longer than it should because while I've written more than my share of heebie jeebies, I want to be pretty damned sure I don't end up writing what's essentially a Holmesian remake of Incubus. I'm completely and utterly not above cannibalising my own work - but at least I have the dignity to do it from stories that aren't published for various reasons (wording isn't right, or it just plain doesn't work - most of you know how I write, it's a long dysenteric stream of conciousness for the most part! So even if the story as a whole is hacked to pieces, certain prized phrases will make their way out :P)

And I've read waaay too much Lovecraft, so I'm also walking the tightrope that is Victorian Otherwordly Demonic Horror That Isn't A Blatant Ripoff. Fuck, I'd play with Cthuhlu mythos until the Shoggoths came home in a crossover, but this ISN'T a crossover, so they can bugger off and go back to eating Elder Things. Plus I keep getting diverted by stupid things like trying to work out if an Avestan word would have been used among Indian migrants in London in the 19th century. (Yes, yes I know, not strictly Indian Indians, but considering the time period there's that whole delightfully dogpiled "everyone is an Indian" mindset so I can eke past in that manner. )

BUT I HAS WATSON SPEAKING PASHTO. SO I AM WIN (Come on, you honestly think he wouldn't have picked up a few words? He'd have to at least know how to say "I AM JOHN MOTHERFUCKING WATSON, PREPARE TO DIE" in half a dozen languages. Or perhaps not, because he is so awesomely awesome he is known worldwide. There are undiscovered tribes in the darkest Amazon that tremble in fear at the mere sight of a moustache.)

Alas, the meme seems to be petering somewhat :( I miss my daily batshit. And I've developed a terrible new habit of abusing parentheses.

Was planning on doing over the other half of the veggie garden today, but I was a lazy shit for the morning. And then it started absolutely fucking piss-storming (check the gallery!). We didn't get hit hard past a shit-ton of rain (YAY for living Bayside!), but my mum is bitching about hail the size of golfballs over in Chadstone. My younger sister is probably currently under five meters of water :P Freak Storm Cell indeed.

If it holds off a bit tomorrow I'll get stuck into the garden, wetness be damned. The soil will be easier to turn, and those peas I've been raising from seed damned well need transplanting. But until then, I shall sit smug and secure within my house and sneer out the windows at it.

BWAHAHHAHA

Feb. 20th, 2010 08:34 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
GUYS, GUYS. I HAVE JUST BEEN CHALLENGED.

Apparently all I write is crack. They want something else.

Like, oh, I don't know, what's the opposite of Crack? Angst? Can I do that? Can I?

*hysterical laughter*

BWAHAHHAHA

Feb. 20th, 2010 08:34 pm
taleya: (Black Books (fic))
GUYS, GUYS. I HAVE JUST BEEN CHALLENGED.

Apparently all I write is crack. They want something else.

Like, oh, I don't know, what's the opposite of Crack? Angst? Can I do that? Can I?

*hysterical laughter*

*stares*

Apr. 19th, 2008 08:08 am
taleya: (Peeping Doc)
I has a slip for a registered letter to pick up. I called the postie, it's a letter, and from overseas.

I'm not expecting a letter from overseas. Several parcels, yes. Letter, no.

*stares*

I do not like international letter surprises. I always worry they're from The Fuckstick. o.o

Post office isn't open for another hour, so can't find out what it is yet *pokes slip warily*


In other news, the "Steal a plot device from another TV show" challenge ficcy thingie is going spiffingly :D Even if it is distracting me from the Torchwood Crack o' Doom fic. Anyone else doing this particular one?

*stares*

Apr. 19th, 2008 08:08 am
taleya: (Peeping Doc)
I has a slip for a registered letter to pick up. I called the postie, it's a letter, and from overseas.

I'm not expecting a letter from overseas. Several parcels, yes. Letter, no.

*stares*

I do not like international letter surprises. I always worry they're from The Fuckstick. o.o

Post office isn't open for another hour, so can't find out what it is yet *pokes slip warily*


In other news, the "Steal a plot device from another TV show" challenge ficcy thingie is going spiffingly :D Even if it is distracting me from the Torchwood Crack o' Doom fic. Anyone else doing this particular one?

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