(no subject)

All right, so some of my biggest problems when it comes to writing are a) I am incapable of writing any fic from start to finish, it completely fucks with my method, and b) I tend to worriedly wave snippets under people's noses when the inevitable mid-fic insecurity sets in:

Me: THIS SUCKS. HELP.
Them: No it doesn't, you fool.
Me: Really?
Them: *helpful compliments*
My ego: \o/

And then I abandon the project because I've already had my instant gratification and/or I've already written all the bits that I care about anyway. The morals of this story seem to be that I should either a) write only to deadlines (which I'm quite good at), or b) only let myself get feedback when a fic is done.

Which is a very long-winded way of saying that I have a new fic idea and love it to pieces and this is hopefully the last you'll hear from me on the subject until it's completed.

(Though I haven't forgotten my hpmugglestudies fic, either! It's a bit less than a month until deadline, for those of you who are taking part in the challenge.)

twelve things about me

Aaaand it's another meme invented by Praiseworthy folken.

i. Thanks to ten years of dance training and many long lectures spent forcing myself to sit on the edge of my seat, I have very good posture. Leaning against a chair back or slumping my shoulders - even a little - feels bizarre.

ii. One day I plan to be bilingual in French, but this seems like it will require a whole lot more free time and money than I have now. If it ever happens, I then want to move on to Spanish and/or Russian.

iii. I am blessed with a family who knows about LJ, fandom, online RPs and slash and doesn't give a damn. My mother insists on reading all of my Doctor Who and Torchwood fics, and the only reason I've managed to keep her away from the most recent ones is that the end of S3 hasn't aired here yet.

iv. I can no longer say that I have never been on a date, but I can still say that I have never had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. And at this stage I have little patience for either people who are confident that 'you just haven't met the right person!' or my own occasional hormone-fuelled bouts of 'I'm just not cut out for relationships, WOE IS ME'. Que sera sera. I have better things to worry about in the meantime.

v. I have the talent to write a publishable novel, but lack the attention span.

vi. I am currently undergoing traumatic indecision as to whether to cut my hair short again, grow it out, compromise and get it cut to my shoulders, continue dying it brown, or let it fade to its natural shade of boring dark blonde and then reassess colours from there. There is a strong likelihood that I will not make a final decision until my bum hits the seat at the hairdresser.

vii. I am going to live in London some day. Maybe not forever. But for a while. I am not overly keen on rain or the monarchy, but I remain irrepressibly and hopelessly British at the core.

viii. I have a younger (13) sister who is much prettier than I am, and a younger (18) brother who wants to be a human rights lawyer. I have a severe Dean Winchester complex where they are concerned.

ix. I remain unashamedly snobbish about my love for Shakespeare, and unashamedly dorkish about my love for musical theatre.

x. I may or may not occasionally stalk the crack_van community memories and mumble sullenly about all of my wonderful fics that haven't been recced.

xi. I am developing a serious Keeley Hawes problem, of the type where one third of me wants to be her, one third of me wants to snog her, and the other third wants to invite her over for cake and meet her family. I can't explain it. But she's so. adorable.

xii. It is my aim in life to spend all of my time flying around the globe wearing snazzy suits and talking to people about how best to solve the impossible problem that is international health and disease management. Basically: I want to save the world. In a snazzy suit.