Days 1&2 Of Not-Nano

Just so that everyone knows, I didn’t fail at my summer writing plans from day one. I wrote just over a thousand words yesterday, which I insist on being impressive, what with game one of the playoffs was played that day. And, omg, what a game. Took until, what, 38 seconds until the end of the third (and final) period for the first goal of the match to be scored? And by the Canucks, so my team totally won game one? Yeah. Awesome. And the Bruins’ goalie, Tim Thomas, was bloody amazing. So many good saves.

But, as per usual, I digress.

I ended up starting to write the Rizzoli & Isles college AU simply cuz it requires no planning. I have enough plot details in my head for that and, well, it’s not like I have to develop characters with fanfic. I just have to stop college!Jane from being too much like me. But it’s kinda hard when I’m writing Jane having a bitch of a time in biochem (gee, writing from your own experiences much, Nikki?) and having her stubbornness work destructively against her. Jane is a lot more focused and assertive than I am (and had more on the line), though, and is thus actually willing to get help and is far less destructive than I am. (Or maybe it was just the lure of Maura’s boobs. I would totally be willing to ask for help if the TA looked like Maura Isles.)

Still. She’s behaving way too much like me and it’s bugging me. Maybe I should rewatch R&I for the fourth time (more, for some episodes) to ensure that I have her character down. :P

In all seriousness, this is actually a pretty common concern for me, though mostly with original fiction where I care a lot less cuz none of the characters are entirely me, just have some aspects of my personality. And I actually expected that I’d write Maura too much like myself, not Jane. Though I have only written Maura through the (third person) eyes of Jane so far. And I have always said that if you combined Jane and Maura’s personalities (and sucked out of all their awesomeness), you’d get someone very similar to me.

Anyway, I have written 2287 words of the first draft of an R&I fic (and femslash – I am finally writing femslash instead of bitching about how not enough people write f/f) and it is going wonderfully. Yay me for succeeding at goals (thus so far).

In other news, my mouse batteries croaked and I’m posting this from the WordPress iPhone app. Likely something will end up wrong. Also, I forgot the HTML for the more tag and can’t be arsed to google it so suffer with the lack of a cut.

Not that I’m ever consistent with remembering to cut posts. Sorry for making you all scroll.

Since NaNoWriMo has horrible timing…

Seriously? November? Finals start in about the second week of December, so there’s tons of shit going down in that month. What’s wrong with January or May through September? Needless to say, I’ve failed the nanowrimo every year since I started in, ohhh, 2008. Yeah. I’m just thaaat good. And my word count keeps decreasing every year!

Anyway, what I meant to say before I went off on a tangent, is that, since I have no 30 page paper looming1 over my head this summer, I should make my own damned writing goal for the next three months. Far simpler than nano too – I’m just going to write, at minimum, 1000 words per day of whatever I damn well please as long as it is fiction. Cuz I can totally write a 1000 word blog entry without effort. I mean, c’mon, all of my posts are just me rambling on about nothing anyway – it’s only a couple of steps above stream-of-consciousness.

Basically, I want to accomplish something, writing wise, with my newfound 8-5 life. Not even 8-5, really, cuz, as a chemist, I spent a lot – a lot – of time doing dick all timing slow moving liquid dripping through screens. Science (well, my science) is a lot of hurry up and wait so I spend a looot of time rushing about in a mad dash about the lab cuz I have to start an experiment by an hour after I arrive so that it’ll be done by five. And I do pretty much nothing between nine and five. Seriously, best career decision ever. Except for the part where you run experiments that last twelve hours and you end up working split shifts. At two in the morning. But other than that.

So much for having a blog entry about writing. Back to that.

In order to publicly humiliate motivate myself into actually following through with this goal, I am going to spam everyone with posts about how much I haven’t written and why I suck at life, possibly every day. However, unlike nanowrimo, I’m not going to post what I’ve written cuz I don’t have the excuse of lol I wrote it all in word wars to explain away my crappy first drafts.

And that is all.

Also, feel free to mock me when I fail at this.

And I start tomorrow. Either with my sci-fi romcom comic script, a novel(la?) length Rizzoli & Isles AU fic (boring AU – no vampires or space monsters or anything, just Jane attending BCU as an athletic scholarship student right after Maura broke up with the axe murderer and started her MD) or the modern,  genderbent Sherlock Holmes reimagining (or whatever the cool word for remake is these days) novel (series) @Sildra told me to write (well, sorta) a few months ago.

Basically, I’mma gunna be writing a lot of femslash. Or preslash, in the case of the girly Sherlock Holmes thing. It’s a series and I really, really love UST – especially slash goggle/deliberate shiptease type UST. Though I’m not sure if it counts as femslash for the comic script as one of the characters is an alien whose species has three (or more, haven’t exactly decided) genders. She, uh, looks pretty feminine? Well, more on the androgynous side of femininity, but still very clearly a woman. Except not.

Wait, how does word count work if I’m writing a script…? And I haven’t exactly, y’know, properly plotted out any of these ideas. I haven’t written much down for the first two and I don’t even have a crime for the last.

Dammit.

1Heh. Looms.

omgyay!

Guys! shanachie_quill totally wrote an absolutely wonderful fic to go with my Henry bargaining with a fairy doodle. You totally have to go read it!

[Sanctuary Fic] To The Moon

To The Moon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Genre: Gen
Characters: The Five
Word Count: ~650
Rating: G
Summary: The Five contemplate the distance to the moon on the cold night of a lunar eclipse.
A/N: So apparently it can take me nearly two months to write 700 words.  Good to know.  Thanks are greatly owed to jackwabbit – without her, the ending would have been quite weak indeed.  Though this fic would have been posted before Christmas….

“I wonder,” John mused as The Five formed a lopsided star in the snow and lay back to observe the cloudless heavens.  They had determined that, after missing the lunar eclipse in April, they would get prime seats for the one on the fourth of October.

It was a decision that had been in no small part influenced by Doctor Edward Moreau, the man declaring himself Helen’s rival, who had spent much of the spring months regaling anyone who would listen, and even those who would not, about how absolutely marvellous the April eclipse was.  For her part, Helen was quick to deride the barbaric doctor; despite her own experiments, which often pressed the boundaries of ethical science, she abhorred her colleague’s techniques.  Vivisection on abnormals, Helen had heatedly argued on many occasions, was an unnecessarily cruel procedure.

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[Megamind Fic] Red

Fandom: Megamind
Characters/pairing: Roxanne, Megamind, Megamind/Roxanne
Genre: Romance, fluff, drabble
Word Count: 100
Summary:  Roxanne is surprised to learn that a certain song by The Police isn’t in Megamind’s extensive collection.
A/N: Exactly 100 words jsyk.  Title thanks to ObsidianJade and the inspiration to actually write (and post) a drabble instead of letting it sit in my mind is probably from jackwabbit.  Thanks guys – you’re both awesome.

“You’re missing a song,” Roxanne said, a small frown on her face as she pursued her boyfriend’s iPod.

“Hmm?”

“The Police – you’re missing one of their songs.”

“Oh, you mean Roxanne?  I had to delete it – I couldn’t bear having a song about a prostitute that shares your name on my iPod.”  Megamind shrugged and turned back to his schematics.

“Megamind?”  Roxanne carefully crawled her way across the organised chaos he had spread across the couch between them.

“Hmm?” Megamind murmured, distracted.  Roxanne brushed a light kiss on his cheek and he glanced up, green eyes wide.

“I love you.”

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