fahye: ([inc] blueprint for the manor)
Remember when I said I wasn't going to talk about this fic until it was finished?

OH THE NAIVETY.

It's good I have a handful of people to email about it, because I want to talk about it all the time, it's taken over my head that much. I want to talk about how I feel like I'm remixing a story that aleady exists, because so many of the important things occur offscreen, as it were, between two people who are not the narrator. I'm writing a story that has to have the shape of a romance, from the point of view of someone who honest-to-God thinks it's a different sort of story. Allowing for his compartmentalisation AND trying to keep an eye on the bigger picture is exhausting.

Fandom is not going to have a clue what to do with this story. There's no porn and no action-hero plot, just -- ideas, and people.

And 15,000 words might have been a conservative estimate.
fahye: ([mer] spellbound and unchildproofed)
Tonight was a glorious edifice to introverts and fanpeople and our idea of an awesome Saturday night, because [livejournal.com profile] ryokophoenix and I found REAL NEAPOLITAN PIZZA in Surry Hills and ate it the proper Neapolitan way, and felt both nostalgic and mildly superior to everyone else in the restaurant (as we do), and then we wandered down Oxford Street and were home by 7:40pm which is, uh, when most people START their Saturday nights.

And then I got a lot of writing done. And waved my arms at [livejournal.com profile] apiphile about it.

Highlights from said arm-waving:

- By the way, do you know what I want. To exist. Somehow. ARTHUR/BILLY PRIOR.
- YES YES YES EMOTIONAL CLIMAXES ARE MINE. TAKE THAT, ARTHUR, YOU DIFFICULT PRICK.
- This was not meant to be a chaste romance. Arthur is just a FUCKING VICTORIAN MAIDEN.

Del: I feel somehow indebted to you for the phrase "techno-Hogwarts".
Me: IT HAS MOVING STAIRCASES OKAY. And -- lots of video screens.

Arthur and I are...resolving our differences. The deal is: he maintains some semblance of emotional consistency, and I don't raise the rating of the fic above PG-13. It's going swimmingly so far.
fahye: ([stxi] show me what you can do)
MAPLES PARTY

SO AWESOME

ALSO, SO DRUNK

have a snippet
"How queer," says the King, when Miranda tells him about it, and he turns his many-lensed glasses upon her. Miranda is sure that through them her head must look just as large and odd as her sister's, but she doesn't say it, because they Don't Talk About Iracebeth's Head, except on alternate Mondays when strange little doctors from all across Underland are allowed to prod Miranda's sister and feed her things that smell of nervous herbs. Miranda likes alternate Mondays.

"No," Miranda says, and then:

"Has it happened before?" the King asks, and then:

"How curious," they say in unison.

She gets used to it quickly, this occasional hiccup of backwards living.
fahye: ([mer] shadows of the world appear)
"Another party? You just had one!"

Arthur's look managed to communicate that Merlin was an ignorant and uncultured beetle, whilst simultaneously being attractive. Merlin gritted his teeth and hated the both of them; himself for having appalling taste, and Arthur for being -- Arthur.

"That was a Christmas party, Merlin," he said, insultingly slow. "This is entirely different."

What's that? Am I finally getting some work done on my WIPs?

YES I AM.

If I wasn't working on the Merlin heist fic then I'd probably have to kill myself out of sheer shame, but I'm also surprisingly close to finishing the sequel to my old Ouran cohabitation fic. So you can have some of that one as well:

He returns to his own reading and politely ignores the fact that Haruhi stares at the same page for almost three minutes, her eyes focused nowhere in particular and flickering tense with every flash of lightning. Finally she closes her book again with a sigh and scoots herself closer, her head dropping onto Kyouya's shoulder.

She's silent until his arm is around her and she is curled against him, her warm bare legs lying across his. And then she says, soft and assured, "We'll get him back."

They've always called each other out when it comes to emotional manipulation, that's the way they work, so Kyouya could easily tell her that she didn't have to lull him into a sense of protectiveness before he would accept her comfort. But it would be a lie.

progress!

24 Aug 2009 09:29 pm
fahye: ([mer] just a voice I did create)
The fact that I feel very little remorse about abandoning my medical studies for an entire evening in order to write, regardless of exams and stress and the voice in my head yelling This Is Your CAREER, probably says something about my priorities.

But I'm surprisingly okay with that :) At least for now.

Things I am less okay with: the fact that the heist AU has almost reached 19,000 words, and I am currently working on chapter THREE of NINE. Even taking into consideration the fact that 3,000 of those words belong to later chapters...this thing is going to be monstrous. (I am one scene away from Arthur's first appearance in the fic! Finally.)

Remember when I thought Groundhog Gay was long? Hahahaha. OH INNOCENCE. Though in all fairness to me, I did write that one in a little over a week, and this one is shaping up to take a little under a YEAR.
fahye: ([bones] validate my awesomeness)
Whatever the excuse, I feel the overwhelming need to make a PSA post. Because my current eyai story, entitled three bags full, JUST PASSED 10,000 WORDS.

what the hell what the hell

I used to be able to write short things. This is all Groundhog Gay's fault.
fahye: ([tmhs] something to say to the world)
I'm in Canberra! Relaxation shall occur, as shall reading and studying and West Wing-watching and writing; in fact, writing occurred on the bus this morning, as I am far less squirmy when it comes to working on an original fic while sitting next to a complete stranger than I would have been had I been working on one of my Merlin projects. So I opened up Elliot and tapped happily away at some eyai stuff. I love my characters! I love them all! Much as I adore writing fanfic, there's a warm glow of creative pride when it comes to one's own original characters that is hard to beat.

Things that WILL BE WRITTEN over the next two weeks:

1) At least the next chapter of the heist AU -- hopefully more.

2) This new eyai fic, which is probably going to be shorter than I thought. This is a rare miracle because usually things turn out twice as long as I expect them to.

3) A director's commentary for my History Boys fic, because I want to blab about it some more.

Things that MIGHT get written:

4) The Morgana/Merlin dark twisty genderswap thing I started ages ago.

5a/b/c) One of the, er, THREE other Merlin AUs that are waving their arms at me.

things

17 Feb 2009 10:09 pm
fahye: ([science] dr fahye needs coffee)
1) My iMac is in Canberra and is being couriered up to Sydney. SO CLOSE. SOOO CLOSE. Though when it arrives I need to get my hands on a USB-USB cable and then start the long, arduous process of transferring all my shit over.

2) I, um, have a teensy little academic crush on one of the neurologists at hospital. He made us a DVD of himself demonstrating the neurological examination on an intern, and he looks kind of awkward in it and makes lots of jokes and he has the nicest Welsh accent ever. AND HE'S A NEUROLOGIST. HELLO SPECIALTY OF MY HEART IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE SODDING FRACP REQUIREMENT.

3) The last 30 seconds of this song are like a really good orgasm. Turned into music. GOODNESS ME, DISNEY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING.

4) Still writing! Eyai AND the Merlin AU! I'm going to keep throwing snippets at you, it'll keep me motivated. )

Of course the most expedient method would be for me to work on ONE of them until it's finished, but I find myself completely incapable of picking one over the other.
fahye: ([mer] spellbound and unchildproofed)
Behind a cut, because I'm finding this interesting but most of you probably don't.

THIS IS WHY I DON'T USUALLY SIM. )
fahye: ([mer] shadows of the world appear)
I have finally identified the two major obstacles standing between me and the Merlin fic I'm currently trying to write:

1) It needs -- not a PLOT, per se, I know the basic outline, but plot details. Technicalities and twists. And it's not the kind of story where the plot can flow organically if you know the characters back-to-front, even though that will be useful. Bringing us to the fact that:

2) It's essentially an ensemble piece, even though I'm only using one POV character, and I don't know this fic's versions of the characters well enough yet. And even though I think character-simming is going to be the best way to fix this, I don't need them to just talk to me, I really need them to talk to each other, and that means simming five-sometimes-six people at once. Which, you know, I only sim VERY OCCASIONALLY as it is, and this is going to take up a lot of brainspace.

But I think it'll be worth it, if I can get everything to work.

Yeah, I'm being deliberately vague; I harbour fond hope of keeping this one a surprise, so Claira & Inept are my Secret-Keepers and the rest of you will just have to put up with a lot of ambiguously worded hair-pulling.

~

Entirely unrelated to the above, does anyone know what the hiphoppy song that samples Dragostea Din Tei currently floating around the radiowaves is? And, um, where I could acquire a copy?

Problem solved!
fahye: ([mer] no apprehended gloom)
I have been writing this stupid thing for so long I am losing all perspective. My own plot is swallowing me whole.

Which means: random disconnected snippet time!

(Which means: VALIDATE ME.)

In which dragons & ghosts & prejudices are confronted, Merlin wears a hat (twice) and a dress (once), Arthur breaks some crockery (lots), there are more pranks than pillowfights but at least one of each, and many secrets are revealed. )
fahye: ([other] dashing ladylike heroics)
I remember doing this earlier in the year, and I found it very cathartic. This post is for anyone in the middle of writing a fic (or many fics!) and it's so we have a chance both to share illustrative snippets and to bitch about how recalcitrant out fics are being.

(Also, PSA: I'm not doing Yuletide this year because I finish exams on November 28th and then I have exactly one week in which to frantically go shopping for Europe and then I leave on December 7th! So...no.)

My four most pressing/promising WIPs are under the cut )
fahye: ([other] see the world alone again)
"Good," Edmund says. "Now forget that you are a Telmarine."

CAN'T STOP WRITING CASPIANFIC.

SEND HELP.

Doooooooooooom.
fahye: ([ga] broke free on a saturday morning)
Fantastic weekend, yes, but the other shoe has dropped. Onto my head. Where it is currently trying to strangle me with its shoelaces. I have so much work to do. If I actually think about the amount of work I have to get done in the next three days I will collapse in a shivering wreck. And all I want to do is work on my [livejournal.com profile] oh_shit_santa fic (um, oh shit, due in a week? PLOT, I NEED PLOT) or my Narnia fic, which I spent most of last night working on because I finally got hold of The Call.
Do you want your uncle's blood? Nikabrik asked. Do you want your throne?

But it's Peter who gives you the both of them, in the end, simply by turning his sword and offering you the hilt with the golden lion atop it. Once on a battlefield and once in farewell, and both times you hold his gaze in gratitude and in shared awareness of the crowd below. Everything is a symbol. You're learning.

I adore writing Caspian <333

But first: I still haven't gotten my energy back from the weekend, and considering I have three separate clinical assessment tasks to do tomorrow and have to wake up at 6am...I think it's time to nap.
fahye: ([hp] break down the sun)
It's a Thursday morning here in damp-and-chilly Sydney, which means WAFFLES, which means that I spent breakfast carefully dipping bite-size forkfuls of waffle & tinned peach (there were no pears! I had to improvise!) into a cup of maple syrup. So I'm in a good mood.

I spent yesterday printing lecture notes, watching, um, Sex and the City episodes with French subtitles, and prodding despondently at the huge amount of fics that I have on the go at the moment: pxremix assignment, [livejournal.com profile] oh_shit_santa fic, maaaaybe something for the SMASH! fanfic competition, the Booth/Brennan I should have finished months ago, the silly Iron Man fluff that I got a far way into and then ran out of steam. And the Peter/Caspian/Susan that is on hold until I can read Dawn Treader & Last Battle again, which could be a while.

Note that these are all for different fandoms. I wish my brain would agree to spend more than a day at a time focused on one idea. How is a girl meant to get anything DONE?

I know my birthday isn't for another six months (to the day, even!), but if somone has a spare attention span lying around, feel free to send it on over.
fahye: ([im] ghost in the machine)
Weirdly, despite the fact that I got a good result on the RFA, I feel more reassured about my progress in the course by the fact that I totally aced today's mock-OSCE (Objective Structured Clinical Examination) on vital signs and infection control. It's one thing to have a piece of paper tell you that you're good at memorising facts, it's another to walk into a room, pull out your stethoscope, and assess someone for postural hypotension with complete confidence that you know your shit.

Right now I have reading and research to do, but consider this a statement of intent:
Tony opened his mouth and realised that there was just no good way to tell your best friend that your semi-sentient housekeeping software and your personal assistant were bullying you with warm blankets and soup. Besides, Jarvis would hear it all anyway, and then be politely sarcastic at him about it for days.

"Well," he stalled. "I mean -- oh, that's the CIA on the other line, talk to you later buddy alright?"

He slammed the phone shut and spent some time staring at it, half expecting it to leap out of his hand and beat him around the head for being such a colossal dumbass. After a couple of minutes, he turned it off.
fahye: ([nar] through accepting limits)
There are mornings when Sakura wakes up feeling like the years have been wiped away with the clouds; her heartache and Naruto's anger and their fragile, ductile hope seem just as illusory as the idea of being cold, of being poisoned, of being stabbed through the gut. The body has no memory of pain.

Actually! writing! fic! I love this feeling, I love it, and although I doubt I'll have time to do more than finish this particular story before the tidal wave of med school sweeps me up and drags me along again, I think I need this. The simple act of bringing something -- anything -- to completion.

Not-really-relatedly, Ji and I talked once about the fact that I have a weird squirmy complex when it comes to my female characters being vulnerable, and that the very idea of writing a girl getting her heart broken makes me deeply uncomfortable.

So of course I'd like to try writing that now.

(Well, not NOW, but...soon.)
fahye: ([nar] I can explain everything)
"Done," she says finally. "That's all I can do for now."

Sasuke opens his eyes and he's smiling, but not at them. "Done." It doesn't sound like an echo. It sounds like a prayer. There's blood all over his face.

"You fucking asshole," Naruto says.


~

I think...my writing ability may have returned?

Nobody make any loud noises or sudden movements. This is a fragile state of affairs.

*taps at the keyboard very, very gingerly*

~

ETA: Holy shit, I think I have managed to get SUNBURNT on my EYELIDS. Very attractive.
fahye: ([other] put on a slow dumb show)
Whoa. Waaaaay too much chocolate was consumed today. Or rather, way too much chocolate considering that it was hotter than it's been for a month, thank you, Sydney, way to spring summer on our asses now that it's officially autumn.

Tomorrow I am actually going to study. (She says, with a straight face.)

My feelings about my current fic can best be summed up by the following equation:

NINJAS X APOCALYPSE = AWESOMENESS SQUARED

(Y/N?)
"How's everything going?" asks Tenten.

"Fine," says Neji, who feels as though someone is pouring molten wax across his eyelids. "Everything's fine."

4800 words and I've finally worked out that the secret to writing Neji is that he is a self-centred little drama queen who nonetheless possesses a martyr complex the size of a mountain.
fahye: ([nar] you may feel a little sting)
Ji wanted a list of things currently making me happy.

1) This fic, omg, it is everything I ever wanted out of Naruto fandom, even if it took me a long time to find. It's got fairy tales and Sasuke talking to snakes and basically I read it three times in a row when I first came across it, that is how utterly charming I found it.

2) Debussy understood that a work of art, or an effort to create beauty, was always regarded by some people as a personal attack.

3) The weekeeeeeeeeeend.

4) I'm reading a dry but interesting history of psychiatry at the moment, and today in a half-hour break between lectures I wandered down to the Nicholson Museum just off the main quad and looked at the 'Freud's Collection' exhibit, which included lots of Egyptian artifacts from his office, and videos introduced by his daughter Anna, and the actual throw rug from his actual couch, which was many many kinds of cool.

5) The French Blend coffee that I know is just sitting in the door of the fridge waiting for me to put it in my baby insulated plunger.

6) The fact that [livejournal.com profile] profound_poppy and I tried out the new-ish Mexican-and-crepes (??) place at the union building, and we now know that it does good crepes. Mmmmmmcrepes.

7) Temari turns her face upwards to catch even the strongest sun. Temari's hair is a constant fair mess and when she dances from rock to rock, her fan whips a roaring spinning violence out of the air and she is beautiful. She is the sand and she is strange and she is far more trouble than Shikamaru ever expected to find himself sleeping with.

(Ummm, so yet another fic is dragging me along in its terrible claws, but this one has all three of my favourite characters in it AND ALSO a whole section about my not-very-secret Naruto OTP, plz see above, so...yay?)

Wow, this is like way back when I just talked about BSG non-stop and everyone on my flist got very sick of me. SORRY GUYS. It's a civic duty thing )

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