...please? I've posted a drabble challenge in the livejournal. Please take me up on it.
Sunday, December 7, 2003
I can fly but I want his wings
Wow. I think I may be in love with the band Lamb, especially Heaven and /especially/ Gabriel. Wow. This has just become the theme song for a certain part of Wake of Wings, which is far ahead but I really want to write now.
And damnit, Wake of Wings, would you name yourself something else already? I'm trying to convince it to, but so far it's not liking my options, which include (but are not limited to):
The most terrible of Angels (which is far too long and pretentious and thus may be shortened to simply Terrible Angels)
Or, Dragon's Dawn. But I don't like one very much. Maybe I should just call the damn thing DragonMancy and be done with it.
Some links:
This is something that I'm going to have to watch as the month continues.
This is also fairly impressive.
Lyrics to "Gabriel" here. I do like the singer's voice quite a lot, although I'm not quite sure why.
Saturday, December 6, 2003
You are an enzyme. You are powerful, dark,
variable, and can change many things at your
whim...even when they're not supposed to be
changed. Bad you. You can be dangerous or
wonderful; it's your choice.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Thursday, December 4, 2003
'cause I need more time
I may still like pitas more, with the layout stuff and all, but the messageboard option is great.
That said, drabbles up on the journal. Kenshin and X. Twig that X one is F/K, so I don't know if you want to go there. ^_^ And I hope your day today is better than yesterday.
And Thank you, Catt, for the birthday wishes, and I'm really liking Bells for Her, by the way.
I should really go do homework now. And accept the inevitability of finals. Argh.
Tuesday, December 2, 2003
all your metal armour drags me down
I think I should start listening to Bush more. I really like the songs I've heard from them. And damnit, no, Drake they cannot be your theme-song group. This means you too, Seph.
It's snowing here. I love snow; just watching it fall down makes me incredibly happy. I never really knew why, a part of it was the happy excitment when you watch it fall at night and hope for a snow day, but that was never all of it.
It's not like I'm complaining here. As an aside, why does Allen from Escaflowne look like a blonde version of Touga? Why?
Thorne, FFVII is beyond fine for a fandom. Thank you so much! It's interesting, what you said about hearing people that you met online. When I first met Rose at Shoujocon, she was both like I thought and not. Well, to be fair, I'd seen pictures of her cosplay, but I didn't expect her to be quite /that/ tall. Then again, I think everyone's tall when you're 5'2".
Oh well.
SNOW!
Monday, December 1, 2003
checking in
Ok. So, first things first.
Latest chapter of the Nano is up at the livejournal, here. It should be noted that this is not the final chapter for the Nano, but the final chapter is disjointed scenes that exist to boost my wordcount. And infodump. Can't forget the infodump.
Next, Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes. And Thorne, a drabble would make me go "squee" in several exciting variations of tone and pitch.
We have christmas lights in our room, the Roomie put them up. It's great, because we turn them on and turn the other lights off when we go to sleep. It's great. My hands are lit up in so many colors as it type. It's so cool. I love the roomie.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
This icon doesn't really want to show up, but anyway. Did Nano. Won Nano. Am so, so tired right now. Will have the rest of it on the journal soon. Have other things to say, but will do it later tonight.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
I had a dream that I could fly
Merp. So, woke up rather late today, which almost messed up quite a few of my plans, except it didn't. Get to go iceskating with a few friends today, which ought to be all sorts of fun and everything else that that entails.
We have an iceskating rink in our mega-mall here, the Palisades Center. For some reason, it's on the 4th floor, the highest floor. I really would have thought you'd put the heavy mass of frozen water and rink on the lowest floor, but then again, they're not me.
Meeple. Turn 18 today. I always thought 18 was one of those rather important years, up until a few years ago. Now everyone seems to regard it as a step on the way to 21. Oh well.
*Bounce* Ice skating!
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Not dead yet
Err. Still alive here, and still writing. Current word count is about 38,000. Have to write 4000 words today to catch up, but it's entirely doable.
I think...I think I may actually do this NaNo thing. Anyway, I'll have the next chapter up soon. I should reallly post them more often, like Ann or Twig, but eh, I think I like posting mammoth chapters all at once.
Several things:
1: Happy Birthday Catt!
2. Am now home for break. Love you thanksgiving. So much love.
3. Thorne, you mentioned on your blog about wanting to see the Marauders just have a fight and then get over it. It gave me this scenario.
----
Sirius winced as he looked in his goblet of pumpkin juice. He was fairly certain that the beverage was not supposed to veer in color quite that dramatically from the usual shades of orange, and sighed, pushing it aside.
"What's wrong, Sirius?" Peter's voice was slightly petualnt but overall concerned as looked at Sirius.
"What you mean, besides the fact that Moony and Prongs won't talk to me right now? The fact that I'm a bloody idiot and Moony shouldn't talk to me right now? Snivellus is trying to poison me /again/."
The small boy winced. "In your pumpkin juice again? You'd think he realized that doesn't work."
"Don't think the bastard really trying to kill me. Or at least, I don't think he realizes he's not really trying to kill me." Wormtail's face scrunched up as he tried to comprehend that statement and all of the twisted Sirius logic that lay beneath it. He failed, from the confused look settling over it, and Sirius felt, for one moment, like snapping at him, before reining in teh impulse. Wormtail was the only one who would speak with him now, he did not need to alienate him too.
Sirius really wasn't hungry anymore. He pushed away his chair and walked out, retreating back to the common room. Snape's violent, incensed glare followed him out.
----
"If you don't leave right now, Sirius, I may have to hit you." Alright, so the words weren't that charitable, but the were words ,and hearing his name from James was more than he'd hoped for.
Of course, he could always press his luck.
"Guys, can't you just try to kill me, like Snivellus is doing, and get it out of your syste - "
James had a powerful right cross, and it caught him square in the face, right below his eye. He'd bruise, for sure, and Sirius was glad, glad that there was finally some interaction between them.
"There has been...enough attempts at killing people. Enough." James's punch, James's words, but he watched Remus, eyes wide and pale and not sorry for him.
He wasn't quite sure what to say to that. Snape deserved it, was one, but that wasn't about to do any good. Others were better answers, but everything was inadequate. In the end, he settled for the truth.
"I'm sorry. Okay, I never meant for this to happen. I'm stupid and I'm a friggin' frat and you know how bloody stupid I am, and I'm /sorry/." The last word lingered as his voice wavered and he found himself having to blink back tears. Not for himself, but for the others. Fkor the friendship he sincerely hoped he hadn't screwed up beyond all repair.
"I know you are, Padfoot."
Remus's voice, when he had thought he'd never hear it again.
"I know."
Soft and sad and Sirius thought that maybe, just maybe, he could fix this after all.
----
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
don't make me pull author rank
A comedy of errors. Having them do this helps me with their characters, really, but everyone should really ignore this. Why did no one tell me original characters are so much worse than fanfic...actually, I take it back. The FFVII cast is just as bad.
And damnit Jareth, stop being all weird and angsting over Socyl.
Jareth: Wait, why?
Me: Because it's not going to happen. Ever.
Jareth: I didn't get this memo.
Me: I don't care. No. Maybe in backstory angst. But only maybe. And NO.
Drake: Does that mean I get to keep him?
Socyl: Help me God.
Drake: Pleeeeease?
Riane: If I wasn't traumatized right now, I'd hurt you, you creepy evil man, you.
Jae: Drake, what are you doing here? NCTI wants you to go kill Bill Gates. And you said you'd get rid of most of the current republican party already.
Drake: But that a service to humanity. I don't do those.
Jae: I don't care. Your personal preferences don't figure into our contract...*sees Riane* AHHHHH!
Riane: WHAT?! Who are you, anyway?
Jae: Drake! Kill it! KILL IT!
Socyl: Can you let go of my arm already!?
Riane: Who are you calling it, jerk?!
Jae: ...go to my happy place...go to my happy place...
Jareth: I'm confused.
Ethan: I think I'm the only rational person in this story.
Me: I hate you all. Well, not you Ethan. You can stay.
And then I made them shut up. And yes, there's a reason Drake's fixated on Socyl. Give me a hundred pages. Maybe two hundred.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
what child is this
We have a fire drill at 2:30 in the dorm tonight. Er. This morning, rather. Damn them.
30,031. Am almost on schedule. Hoping to be on schedule tomorrow. Am tired.
Chapter 4 here.
g'night. For an hour, until I have to wake up and go outside for half and hour. Damnit.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
If I quote all the lines off the top of my head
I think it says something about my childhood that I have no idea what a heath bar is, other than it's some kind of candy bar. I never really thought about this, but our campus center has giant heath bar cookies, and I wondered...
I should occupy my mind with more important things than that. Really. Like Nano.
Break starts soon, which is all sorts of exciting, since a) I get to go home and b) I get to turn 18, which will mean that I will no longer have to forge my parent's signature on official documents. Oh, and next year at Shoujocon I don't have to sneak looks at doujinshi. Come on, November 26.
Yeah, I'm a loser. I know this.
I know I've recced it a while before, but I'm in love with this fic. Whenever I feel a need to read about Gundam Wing, which does happen occasionally and I don't want to cycle through endless yaoi dribble, I turn to this. And they updated! Squee!
Got Girl Genius Vol. 10. I love this issue. "We found your boy, Klaus! Babbling a bit, but okay. Says his fiancee knocked him out!"
Poor Gil.
Quick meme/type survey thing up at the journal.
And now, to write.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Moving...
Okay. So, all chapters moved onto the livejournal, and deleted from here. For the three or so people who read it.
Word count: 25,460. Catching up...sorta...
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
resistance is futile
Erm. Yes. Instead of doing the homework I have to do now, I went and bothered Rackhamrose until she walked me through my new livejournal, holding my hand.
I'm such an html idiot.
Anyway, so now I've got the journal here.
Will probably use this blog much more than that one, but Nano will be moved to there, and wanted to be able to comment on friends livejournals.
Sunday, November 16, 2003
You can't fight it, you might as well embrace it
So. Back from Boston, where I went for the weekend. Got to see friend perform in college play, and hang with other friends.
Also got Squee book, and if can find hosting space/figure out how to work the college webspace we're given, I so want to make a layout of that. Specifically, one about Pepito, the son of satan. Because anyone who says things like "Step back, Amigo! This is a job for the anti-Christ!" is someone I can't help but like.
Err. Yeah. In other news, current Nano is 23,075. Got a bit of writing to do tonight to stay on top of things.
Sunday, November 16, 2003
on the road, you've got no destination
I think that sleep should be like a bank account that you fill and empty each day: every day requires a quota, six hours say, and you fill this quota whenever you can. An hour here, twenty minutes there, and then it's full and you're set for the day.
Ideally, you'd be able to fill this quota in advance, by sleeping for an entire day, and then be able to stay awake for four days straight. However, I am not so optimistic to hope that this will ever work.
I have taken this from various people, all of whom are more interesting than me, so it's likely best to go read theirs.
1. Your name:
Asprosdrakos, really just Drakos works.
2. How old were you when you started writing:
Erm...I've actually no real idea. I know I wrote stories for class in elementary school, and in middle school I would plan out elaborate novels that I would write about a page of (looking back, that was most certainly a /good/ thing) but I probably actually started writing in High school. I started writing fanfiction about...tenth grade? Maybe? And original, halfway decent work senior year.
3. What was your first serious story about?
Discounting the ones that died at about five pages, and a fanfiction I'd rather not remember,...oh god. Ranma/DBZ crossover, yes, I /know/, please stop laughing and I'm so sorry. After that horror, Tora.
4. What kind of writing are you most interested in?
Fiction, short and novel length and everything in between, and poetry.
And question 5 is Sir not Appearing in this Survey.
6. What writers have influenced your writing most?
Neil Gaiman, definetely. Tolkein maybe just a bit, and Peter S. Beagle. And even though she's not a writer, the English teacher I had for two years in high school.
7. Describe the novel you've always wanted to write, but couldn't.
Erm...probably Wake of Wings although now that I am writing it, I guess it doesn't count.
8. Where do you find your inspiration?
I don't really know. Life, sometimes, just thinking a lot of the time. Sometimes I can sit myself down and come up with a random plot line - I had to do it for english once, and nows there's a story waiting in line in the back of my head. I imagine my head is some horrific version of the DMV, with lines everywhere:
Seph: We're never getting out of this line, are we?
Cloud: Didn't you hear? She closed down all the terminals in November, except for the Nano ones.
Drake: Originals get priority. Sucks to be you. *waves as line moves*
Zack: Fuck this. We're leaving and getting pizza.
9. What has been the most difficult piece to write so far?
Toss-up. Probably Xehorista Tora, in the end, because it's the longest thing I've done (although Nano will change that) and I really want to do it well, and really want to finish it before college ends.
10. What genre to you enjoy writing the most for?
Eeh...drama, action, sci-fi and fantasy, and strangely enough, humor. I really enjoy writing spoof fics, just little quirks of pointless random. Writing Rackhamrose's birthday present spoof fic about Sei-san and Subaru chanting cheese onto one another was so much fun.
11. How do you develop your characters?
They develop themselves. I have nothing to do with it. Sometimes I'll try to nudge a personality one way or the other, for balance, but they do most of the work. Sometimes the plot develops them for me - Claire (aka Drake's first body count) didn't have a brother until the conversation about magic came up. And suddenly, there he was.
Drawing them helps, but a lot of times I can't get them quite the way I want. But it still helps. But really, most of what they do, they do on their own.
12. Describe your favorite of all characters, and why do you like him/her/it?
Tough question. I've got a soft spot for Socyl, because all of Wake of Wings really built itself around him, even if that's changed now. He's also a great character - a bit sarcastic and bitter, but still caring, even if he argues with Jareth all the time. Jareth's another favorite, and Drake's worming his way in.
Of the gals, I really like Tabitha, my OC doctor from Tora. I call her my anti-Hojo, and I'm proud of her. In Wake of Wings, I'm really fond of Aine, who hasn't showed up yet. She's a human at the NYU of magic, and one of the few non-dragons on the crew. I like Riane, but she's so hard to write because I have less experience with people that spunky and hyper.
13. Describe your favorite 'Mary Sue' story that you have written:
I dare not speak its name. Two chapters in, I realized what it was and killed it.
14. Who is your favorite author:
Again, toss-up between Neil Gaiman and Peter S. Beagle.
15. What do you think of movies based on written pieces:
They're usually not as good as the books, because people either follow the books by rote, which doesn't work because the media are so different, or they change the book too much. When there's a happy medium, the movies often are wonderful. (This is partly why I like the LotR movies so much.)
16. What matters most to you - story, characters, or written style?
Characters, because they should create the story. Writing style should be good enough that it doesn't make me notice it.
17. What matters most to you, lyrics, melody, or overall song?
Overall, although lyrics tend to stay with me most.
18. have you ever had any work published?
A few school things. In fifth grade, I won a big poetry contest with about 500-ish contestants. That was about it.
19. How do you feel about that?
I'd like to get more stuff submitted to be published.
20. Are you serious about becoming a writer, or is it just a hobby?
I think I'll always write, and I want to write professionally, but I know it's likely not going to be my sole occupation.
And I'm done. I think this has proved that I'm incapable of picking a favorite in anything.
Monday, November 10, 2003
Mistress Mischief enters the scene
Current woord count: 12, 859. Booya.
Huzzah. I'm actually ahead of schedule.
Saturday, November 8, 2003
Fire ze missiles!
This is amazing.
And there's really nothing else to say.
Wednesday, November 5, 2003
prologue
Decided to let the Nano take over the livejournal. It should be a greater incentive if people actually see the thing.
Even though it sucks, but I think it's supposed to suck.
Sunday, November 2, 2003
NanoWrimo starts in 49 minutes.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Thank you. That is all.
Friday, October 31, 2003
eckle
So, Rugby season is over, and senior demands are done. One of the high points was going to the Amherst library and making an inordinate amount of noise, while another rookie tried to film us discreetly. Tried being the operative word.
When they asked, we said we were from Smith.
Dissecting rats makes me feel far too much like Hojo.
"Wow! You can make teh lungs inflate!"
"Hey, let's try to get at the brain."
We can't get through the skull, so....let's go around."
And around we did go. And since these were rats that the school keeps, and killed only a few hours ago, there was much blood. Everywhere.
Our lab instructor says she's never had such enthusiastic kids for the dissection lab.
Yeah, so gearing down for Nanowrimo. Snippets may appear on teh blog, which I shall try to post on more regularly.
Also trying to write some Tora before Nano sucks awy my very soul.
Cloud: We're going to get ignored again, aren't we?
Seph: That's fine with me.
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
because Twig should not be the only one to hear me gripe
So. Found and downloaded the preview for Advent Children. The whole, two minute one. sound's shot to hell, because of the bootlegged nature of the production, but the video quality isn't that bad.
If anyone wants it who can't get it, catch me on AIM. In the meantime:
Oh hell, Square, you did /not/ just give Cloud a stupid half-trenchcoat thing. You are not allowed to inflict FFX's fashion sense upon FFVII.
The Sephiroth-thing in the video does not seem to be the actual Sephiroth. Clone or forgotten bastard child of Jenova, I don't care. He better not be the real Sephiroth, because they cut his hair.
This is not to say that there weren't good points. It was very pretty, and the church scene - Cloud walking through Aeris's church - was gorgeous. There was also one neat scene where Cloud sticks a rusted Buster sword into the sand of a beach, and says...something...over it.
Of course, this is also the one scene where you realize that Cloud's coat is normal length on one leg only and also has only one sleeve.
*ouch*
Way to be, Square. Way to be.
Wednesday, October 1, 2003
and even put a stopper in death
