( ETA: Pic )
( ETA: Pic )
Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday to whoever's being born
And now I'm trying hard to think of something
meaningful and worthy, kind of earthy
to make everybody ask themselves just...
What are we doing here?
and what are we doing to her? - Dramarama, "What Are We Gonna Do", 1991
Cheery little Earth Day song, ain't it? And, Christ, 1991?! I'm getting so old, just like the Earth. Both of us getting crusty, kind of trampled and loosing our plumage. :(
But, hey, this is an Earth Day post, not a "Sue is an old codger who wouldn't know hip unless it was breaking as she fell!" post, so -
( Politics and Transgression in Environmental Conservation: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dismembering Ablist Power )
So all shall benefit from her cunning, as I give you "The Writing Process" by crazydiamondsue. Er, this won't be a well thought out thesis on the skills I've learned in becoming a better writer. I'm not actually secondverse, I only impersonate her at cocktail parties. And although this is an illustration of just one incident (last night), it's pretty much indicative of the whole thing.
( The Writing Process )
ETA: I just realized that I wrote: the final Bad Smut day ficlet. Hee - Freudian slip, thy name is Sue. Eh. I'm not changin' it.
( Why I'm Not Writing For Those Who Follow Such Things )
See, rambly. In any case, I will not be around for a bit, which means you'll see more of elcazavampiros, who by the way made a kick ass wallpaper for his lj, so go look at the Anya prettiness.
This means I will miss all updates of fics I am following, so I will get to play catch-up when I get back. (This does not extend to "Discoveries," if tgray updates, someone call me.) Okay - back soon with a finished fic. Until then, miss me horribly and make up posts that sound like mine and post them in my comments. That'll be fun.
Vinnie - stop snickering.
I know...still no fic, just me rambling. I got up this morning, late as usual, and noticed I was incredibly blood-shot (no, not from anything fun.) So I went to put Visine in and felt this unusual and product-defeating burning sensation. My husband's Icy Hot had spilled all over the Visine, and I now had an eyefull of saline diluted Icy Hot!!! Insert your choice of expletive here. So I stayed home, burning, head-achy and pissy.
I've tried to watch S4 Angel (and, okay, I did feel better when Angelus was being all slashy about Wes and Faith said getting back into slaying was "just like riding a biker") but I still feel crap. Also, the beautiful tgray went to tons of trouble to make me a beautiful Spander background for my lj (should should have seen it - red with eyes of spike! and arms of Xander!) and then I had my husband try to upload Spike mood icons and we screwed the whole thing up! So now I have to wait until tgray gets home and fixes me. (Sorry about that, sweetie.)
I finished the first part of the Angel/Xander cowboy story I'm doing for nashmaveric and sent it off to adis723 for beta, but I can't seem to get back into it. "Sunday Morning" is totally not taking my phone calls, either. I'm feeling mighty depressed, y'all. (I have got to finish this story so that I can go back to repressing my redneck youth.)
...and they keep pulling me back in. So I gave a friend (who's always been very supportive of my writing) my website address because he wanted to see what I've been working on lately. Gulp. Okay, first of all, he's never watched anything from the Buffy 'verse and I tried to explain that he wouldn't get it. He insisted, and I'm never one to turn down fb, so I acquiesed. He's a gay man, so I figured some of the slash might intrigue.
He thought my little vignette Hair Like Chinese Silk was charming, but basically said, "Sue, why are you wasting your time with this? We've been telling you for years that you have the ability to make this a career, and you're never going to do that sitting around at 30 (I'm 33, so that was nice) writing stories about monsters." (Seemed to work okay for Joss...) So basically his thought process was "all this effort - nothing to show for it." Hey, I resent that - I've had squees aplenty!
It just kind of pulled me out of the B-verse and back into RL, which isn't always of the good. I've also been exploring aspects of my (former) RL, writing up a fic for nashmaveric . She wanted gay cowboys, so I dug my George Strait box set out and I've been stalking members of the IGRA (International Gay Rodeo Association) for tips. My first human AU, Angel/Xander will be roping its way toward you soon. So, country roads are taking me home, but things are not quite as I remember - hee! Please join me as I waste my time. Sorry, that'll be burnin' my ass for the rest of the night.
Argh! I knew I shouldn't start posting a fic, snark or not, until I finished it! So I'm stuck at Revello Drive goin' well, shit, what happens now? I've consulted my notes. I've visited badbuffyfic . Nothing.
Although, there is one thing I was gonna snark that I just don't think I can work in. I read a fic with a X/S (go figure) smut scene that referred to Spike's "angry penis." It was actually pretty good up to that point, but "angry penis" just sent me spiralling to, "Yes! And his petulant testicles!" I'm shutting up and writing now. I hope. whimper