*headdesk*

[taleya]

*stares at last post*

*gets out chalk*

I cannot write when fucked. I must not post when fucked
I cannot write when fucked. I must not post when fucked
I cannot write when fucked. I must not post when fucked...

.....maybe one day the words will actually stick...



Idiot.

Comments

[pontisbright.livejournal.com]

Are you talking about some post you have since deleted? Cos if you are talking about 'Desperate Measures' I think I may have to slap you.

[taleya.livejournal.com]

o.O Are you shitting me? Poor characterisation, shithouse prose and idiot roughing of plot. I'm going to have to tear down and rewrite when my head is on straight

[pontisbright.livejournal.com]

Whatever crack you are on, please cease and desist.

I thought it was a brilliant piece of prose. The characterisation was what completely did it for me, but I thought it rocked stylistically too: barring a handful of places where I might have thrown in a comma to slow down a long sentence, I don't think it needs redrafting at all. There's a real ferocity to the language that works perfectly. And the plot makes perfect sense: they wouldn't just dump him on Trion without wanting some way of tracking him if he ran away, and I can genuinely see him waiting until after the BG stuff was done, until after he reckoned he'd hitched himself a semi-permanent ride in the TARDIS, before getting rid of it. Until then, it still could've been a handy thing: a get-out clause so that if things screwed up somewhere down the line, because at some point, he might be in a situation where being dragged back to Trion (or even Earth) was better than the alternative.

I think the fact that I spent a chunk of last night pondering such things while falling asleep is testament to what a great idea the tracer thing is. And I envy liek whoa your capacity to produce something so short yet so crammed with stuff (myself currently finding everything I touch grows gigantic backstory and becomes untenable - dman you, post-Frontios fic).

Are you getting it yet? Taleya write good fic. Taleya pat self on back. Taleya is poorly and therefore cannot be trusted to have perspective on this right now and therefore should listen to me, k?

(I love the Doctor not caring line, too. Cos that's the BG trilogy in a nutshell:)

[taleya.livejournal.com]

I dislike it. Well, maybe that's too strong a word, it's not sitting right, and shouldn 't have been released for public consumption (stop laughing madscot! :P) I really get a bee up my arse on stuff like this - it's not sitting right in my head on a re-read, and it's going to drive me nuts until I get it sorted into something more acceptable.

[pontisbright.livejournal.com]

Well, tis your thing to rewrite if you desire. And I know what you mean about things sometimes just not sitting right with you on rereading. The post-Frontios fic is soooo fitting that definition right now, which is why you are unlikely to see it anytime soon. It reads like someone's strangling every sentence, like they ran each word through a thesaurus AND a translation engine before putting it down, and then maybe jumped on them a bit after that.

The whiff of a spatial anomaly that had threatened to rear its head had been bypassed by the simple flick of a switch, which, he felt, made the frankly quite impressive calculations he’d performed to anticipate and then avoid it look disappointingly paltry.

I mean, seriously, wtf?

Also, it is 1600 words and nothing has happened yet. Apart from Turlough fetchingly turning grey and clinging to the console like a limpet. Now that bit, I like;)

[taleya.livejournal.com]

The whiff of a spatial anomaly that had threatened to rear its head had been bypassed by the simple flick of a switch, which, he felt, made the frankly quite impressive calculations he’d performed to anticipate and then avoid it look disappointingly paltry.

that cracked me up. Struck me as such a Doctory thing to think...Pontificatingly scientific and disappointed :D "I'm trying to be impressive, dammit"

but I can see what you mean, it does smack more of Third than Fifth, who just tended to stick things together and hope like hell they worked...

Apart from Turlough fetchingly turning grey and clinging to the console like a limpet.

.....

*stalkingness ensues*

[madscot.livejournal.com]

Me? :D

[taleya.livejournal.com]

:P yes yes, I know, my own worst enemy, blah bla blah *tosses haggis in your general direction*

[taleya.livejournal.com]

oh, and post-frontios fic? Shaaaaaaaare *paws at it*

[nicodeimus.livejournal.com]

*clucks tongue at you*

[taleya.livejournal.com]

*pokes own out back*

[nicodeimus.livejournal.com]

*returns the gesture*

[fire-wuff.livejournal.com]

I just find it too hard to hit the right key with all that motion......

oh, sorry you mean tired....

[taleya.livejournal.com]

I have no icon for the dirty look I am attempting to give you through red-rimmed eyes...