See the Fangrrl Squee

(It occurs to me that this journal needs a costuming icon. Any suggestions?)

It's not like I'm ever going to make it - no, seriously, I'm not - but the mental noodling has been fun.

What mental noodling is that, oh fangrrl? I hear you ask.

It's the create a costume for ( You know which character I'm talking about... )

Quite by accident (ie, I put in a lowball bid and figured it'd be blown out the water) I now have a copy of Corpse Marker on its way to me. There's something to be said for being willing to accept that used books are going to look, gosh, used. Collectors who want that out-of-print-for-fifteen-years paperback to be in mint condition? They must have a lot more in the way of disposable income than I do. ;)

Watch. The book will frustrate me even more. But it's a fourth Doctor and Leela story, so I'll probably enjoy it to one degree or another.

In the meantime, the Kaldor City fanfic continues to fall apart on me at key points, no matter how I approach it. ( burble, burble )

(Cross-posted from my mundane journal)

If a thing is worth doing, it's worth overdoing.

Two things.

1. I just found a whole lovely slew of Welsh webcams. Take a look here for the list. I've got the Cardiff Bay one on my desktop right now and blimey, I'd forgotten how long the daylight lasts in the summer, over there.

2. There is all sorts of awesome, silly fun to be had over at saxonvoters - icons, the occasional macro, a fair whack of fic - and not all of it is slashy, I'll have you know. It seems that I'm not the only ficcer strangely fascinated by the Lucy/Saxon relationship.

Meanwhile, I'm about one third into the outline for the latest TW fic and, of course, have hit a wall. However, it's of the type I think I can clamber over, write the final third of said outline and then come back to it and figure out how the beginning led to the end - if that makes any sense. But I've decided not to reinvent the Sontarans for the story. Honestly? They'd kick Torchwood's ass all over the landscape. So I'll just create something a bit more fitting from whole cloth...

Really big huge plotbunny just ran off with my forebrain.

It's a straight-up genfic Torchwood idea. In fact, I think I want to write it as a screenplay because, frankly, I need the practice.

I would say Where the fuck did this come from? but I must admit that the idea is the culmination of some bits that have been bubbling around my brain since the first draft of The Harkness Supremacy. but the way they all came together was a bit startling, like...

Bloody hell.

I've got the followup to Aftermath roughed out. It's a Jack/Ten conversation (entirely smut free, sorry kids) and dammit, I'm finding myself intimidated by writing for a certain Time Lord, dammit...

This is what I get for being a characterization fiend. I have a hard enough time keeping my speech patterns out of Jack's mouth.

(oh dear, I realize what a straight line I just fed you all, but I'm too busy at work to edit...)

Inspired by this post on torch_wood.

A couple of years ago, I finally admitted that all I really like to write is angsty fic, concerned (mostly) with UST and control issues, with the occasional explosion or whatever to liven it up. What the hell, find your niche and hang up some curtains, right? ( The following paragraph has minor spoilers for Torchwood up through 1x06, Countrycide )

Oops, the cynical voice got out. Sorry.

Happyfluffy is alright in small doses, I suppose, although it's rarely all that plausible for a given 'ship.

To quote (or possibly misquote) Henry Rollins: if there were a movie out, called 'The Happy Guy', and it's about a happy guy, with a happy marriage to a happy wife, with some happy kids and a happy dog, who go through some happy little problems, but nothing too bad, no one would go to see it. But down the street, there's another movie called 'Fucked-Up Depresso Guy', who lives in a smog-filled city with gangs and crime and hookers, and he almost gets killed walking to work every day because his car is broke down, and he works in a factory putting spindles in boxes, and girls avoid him like the plague, and one day he can't take it any more and just starts punching random people in the face on the street -- we'd all go see that movie! there'd be a line around the block!

I don't know about you guys, but I'm watching the second film. I've got a pretty good life. Seeing a movie (or reading a story) about someone else's pretty good life isn't going to be all that interesting, or new.

I should admit that I still get sniffly at the end of "Love, Actually", so I'm not a total cynic.

But, in general, I'm going to write about the things that interest me, that I enjoy writing about, and that provide a break from my pretty-good life - hence PWP, strong (negative) emotions, UST, control issues, angst, insanity (check out my V:tM archive for that) and, okay, maybe the occasional hurt-comfort bit. Maybe.

So, er, aside from the occasional light-hearted bit - because sometimes a joke is too good to resist sharing - don't expect much in the way of hearts-and-flowers around here. Just sayin'.

My blood sugar just crashed. I have no idea if this entry makes sense.