cosmic_celery: (RAGAD: spontaneity and whim!)
Payback if I've asked you to write a drabble. Or if I haven't.

Meme stolen from many people:

Pick a character from my pup list - and a prompt from below and I'll attempt to write you a drabble.

-Playful
-Murderous
-Flailing
-Incarcerated
-Deviant
-Ill
-Intoxicated
-Wildly inappropriate
-Eloquent
-Cooking
-Over-protective
-Wanker
-Silly
-Romantic
-Silent treatment
-Bedtime
-Jealous
-Inquisitive
-Confused
-Sexy
-Angry
-Dorky
-Working
-Needs a hug
-Choose your own

cosmic_celery: (Withnail and I: unwell)
In an effort to both keep track of my writing and to inspire myself to write more this year, I'm keeping a list of writing that I've finished. If I post the story, I'll leave the link here.

1. None yet! D:

goals

Jan. 28th, 2010 12:43 am
cosmic_celery: (Jeeves and Wooster: what now)
I've been to all of my classes now, and the English classes (Mythology and British Literature 2) seem like they're going to be manageable. Physics still scares the crap outta me. I definitely need to apply a lot of time to that one. If I keep on top of things (read: don't slack off) I should be able to get through this semester.

Mom likes the Self Defense class a lot more than I do. I think she's much more aggressive than I am. I'm okay with learning different moves and stuff, but I don't want to imagine the pad I'm hitting is some imaginary dude getting a knee to the balls. Also, it's much more an anti-rape class than a self defense class. Okay, it's common, but that's not the only scenario in which someone might attack a woman.

Being in the British Lit (actually, aside: The Professor, who was born and lived in England, mentioned that calling someone from Britain a 'Brit' is considered an insult? I've never heard that before) class has reminded me that I haven't written much of anything lately and I really need to start writing again. So starting now, I'm going to try writing a short story or poem every two weeks. With all my classes, I know that once a week is just going to be too much.

I'm going to make a list of everything I write this year, and post them to this journal (under lj cuts, of course). I'm also making a list of all the books I've read this year. Right now it's a measly two books (both EDAs). Hopefully this will make me a bit more motivated to do both more writing and reading.

Understandably, I'm probably going to be online a lot less than I have been recently. Sorry, guys.

(Also, sorry for cluttering up your flist with the two posts to follow)

cosmic_celery: (B7: Avon & Vila)
[livejournal.com profile] fandom_stocking!

[livejournal.com profile] eponymous_rose wrote me an awesome Jonas fic (SG1) about his first trip off of the base. (Part one) (Part two)
[livejournal.com profile] van_donovan drew me some absolutely adorable Avon/Vila. (And we added each other as friends after, so hooray for new friends!)
[livejournal.com profile] saruwatari wrote me a charming Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fic.
[livejournal.com profile] shannonsequitur made me a couple funny icons (with Six/Rani and one of Rimmer).
[livejournal.com profile] eve11 wrote me a really lovely Doctor/TARDIS fic set during the Time War, So To Stone. It's angsty and really very good.
and [livejournal.com profile] weaslette left me same awesome Data icons. Including one with Data and Spot! <3

I was a bit fail this year and mostly just left well wishes, but I did manage to write two little things. One was a little Doctor/Romana fic and the other was the Doctor and Fitz watching some James Bond.

Thanks to everyone!
cosmic_celery: (PD: Books are great)
So, on a whim, I created two LJ accounts:

[livejournal.com profile] boston_md and [livejournal.com profile] not_afish
Not sure if I actually want to do anything with either of them yet. We'll see.

Now, two writing memes:

Meme the first:
If you could have me write a fic for any prompt/pairing/plot, in any fandom, what would it be?


Meme the second:
That "post excerpts from your writing in progress" meme.

So here goes:
Excerpts under the cut. )

cosmic_celery: (DW: 6 Mark of the Rani: School Chums)
First, a question: Do you think that a story can be successfully written from the POV of a character's stream of consciousness? I was playing with the idea, but I'm not entirely sure if it works. I don't mean just first-person, I mean actual head-speak if you will. Maybe this would work better with an example? Here's a bit of what I've started writing for my fic in which the Sixth Doctor thinks he has a secret admirer: )

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And speaking of Six, I've just started RPing him over at [livejournal.com profile] brb_gallifrey. It's a fun community, and neat to have a character interacting with real people as well as other characters. Everyone should stop by, especially since I'm running the Six weeks in the Classic Who watch-a-thon! No treats to anyone who guesses which episode I'm picking first - it's too easy.

_________________________________________________________


And a meme:

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...

My interview... )

cosmic_celery: (DW: turlough hands)
Quick post before class as I haven't actually been updating about life events lately, just odd thoughts and strange ideas.

-Had a test on Twelfth Night today in English, in class essay. I think I did well but I rambled a fair bit...so the ending may seem a bit rushed. I hope not. Otherwise, it was a nice class period.

-Skipped piano class on Saturday, which may have been a huge mistake because I believe we had a test, but it shouldn't impact that much and I've been feeling horrible all week. Woo.

-been listening to my Turlough mix and I thouroughly love it. Perhaps I'll post it up later tonight.

-I am indeed going to be doing NaNoWriMo...sort of. I'm going to be doing a sort of back-and-forth with someone I know from the INTP forums (www.intpcentral.com .) So, per official rules, we're not actually participating with the website, but we are participating in Nation Novel writing Month, and that's really the point isn't it?

 It shall be either hilarious and wonderful or hasty and poorly constructed. I am eager to see which it will be. Maybe both! The place that it's going to happen is [livejournal.com profile] type_spot , so if anyone is interested in reading along with me and someone who's a much better writer than me, go ahead and and add it or watch it...or whatever. Hurrah!

cosmic_celery: (owen =/)


Fic I've been working on is about half done and very rough. I think I'll get the rest done soon, then have to go over it and fix all the crappiness. As it stands now, it's around 500 words...and it need to be filled out a lot, so I'm guessing the completed length at around 1000, maybe 1200. Nice little one-shot. I have no idea why I'm writing it though. I feel like I'm hitting a cute little undead puppy with a stick. And then making it fetch.

Anyone in for beta-ing Zombie!Owen angst when I've finished?

Points

Sep. 13th, 2008 10:12 pm
cosmic_celery: (Nothing - a daydream)
Piano was nice this morning, though super-jazz-piano dude didn't show up. When I arrived they were cutting down some big trees from around one of the main staircases. By the time they were done (and my class was over) it looked pretty nice. Much more out in the open.

For the past few days my mom's friend Jodi has been staying with us. She just got some sort of huge, gross growth removed from her neck and where she lives is pretty hicksville (and her daughter wouldn't treat her very well) so she's staying with us, until when I don't know. On the best of days I don't really like her much. I'm not totally sure why, but it probably has some to do with her not being well educated, along with her never-ending outgoing personality. This woman is sleeping on our couch with stitches in her neck that rival Frankenstein's monster, and she's still constantly outgoing. She's very draining to be around.

I haven't been writing a lot lately, but last night I got down a good portion of a story that popped into my head. So, that makes me feel a bit better. Oddly, it may be the first fanfiction I ever complete. Oh well. I'll get back to my own characters later.
cosmic_celery: (dr. horrible ahhh human contact!)


It was an early morning and the sun was not shining bright. It was that early. So early that some less particular people might call it night. So incredibly early you might think dipping that stale doughnut into that orange juice substitute that had been sitting in the back of the fridge for a year might actually have been a good idea. And you'd be RIGHT, because it is surprisingly delicious. But never mind the orange and frosting scrumptiousness, it was a night for mischief.

Now, you need a bit of back story. Wait, stay around, it's two sentences tops. I hadn't gotten any sleep in two days and I was going crazy...I tried everything I could to get to sleep: tea, chamomile tea (once I found out regular tea had caffeine in it), milk, hot milk, burning my mouth with hot milk, even lukewarm milk was a no-go...and kind of gross. I was going insane. Wait, I already said that, but that's the back story, not so hard, was it? Even a bit fun? Yeah? Okay, lets continue!

Remember when I said it was a night for mischief? That was pretty suspenseful, huh? Pretty awesome. Well, after eating that sunny-d dipped delight, I started to feel a bit funny. And I also began to suspect that someone had poisoned my doughnut. (Remember that part in the back story about not having slept? That might come into play just a bit here). So...going on zero hours sleep, a funny tummy, and a burnt, milky mouth, I may have been a bit (just a bit) completely insane.

It must have around three that I finally decided to leave. I couldn't just stay around when someone had just poisoned me! And I totes brought the machete to protect myself from evil people on the streets. I mean, you never know what kind of whackos could be out there at night.

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An aside: welcome Russian guy[profile] bodybuilder2007 and random chick [profile] sexy_sherri to my journal! I have no idea why either one of you would want to add me besides upping your friend numbers, but if you're actually interested, just tell me. Until then, I'm going to assume that you're both the same person, since you both added me at roughly the same time. Tell me Sherri, what's it like to be a Russian body builder?
cosmic_celery: (Jayne not all there)
Haven't heard back from the place I applied to, so looks like I'm going down to the mall this week. 

Been doing some research this week on con men and con games for a story. A story involving...con men! And space pirates! And geeks!

Lovin this quote (very oddly from Edgar Allen Poe) on the characteristics of a swindler:  "minuteness, interest, perseverance, ingenuity, audacity, nonchalance, originality, impertinence, and grin."

Also from Poe: "A crow thieves; a fox cheats; a weasel outwits; a man diddles. To diddle is his  destiny.  "Man was made to  mourn," says the poet. But not so: --he was made to diddle. This is his aim--his object--his end. And for this reason when a man's diddled we say he's done.

I think the word "diddle" has evolved a bit since Poe's time.

Hehe, diddle.
cosmic_celery: (Default)
Holey Jamoley, haven't updated in FOREVER.

Um...here's a monologuey thing that I wrote:


On Guard

 'First I hardly even knew he was there...a face in the crowd that was a bit off, that I couldn't quite catch. Those first few weeks, I saw him...many times. He caught me by surprise every time. The ginger hair, the cool way he held himself. He stood out like nobody I ever saw.

How could he be so calm in all this mess?

I made it a game of watchin' him, gave him a million background stories...in one, he was a traveler from another world. He could have been.

Really, sir. He wasn't a local. Couldn't have been. They process too easily; hardly even need the suppression therapy. Ready for domination, the fools. This one...kept showin' up in the new batches, wouldn't submit. How was he avoiding the processing?

Didn't you notice? He's hard not to notice.

If he knew a way to escape, why didn't he leave earlier? How did he get here? He didn't belong. He belonged with me. I...I think I loved him. Funny way to fall in love, I know. But that's how it goes.

Three batches today and I hadn't seen him yet. I'd been watchin' the crowds, looking for that strange patch of orange, but...nothin'.

And then, the knife at my back...the hand over my mouth. I pulled my gun. Procedure, ya know? But, but...it was him. The ginger hair....he was taller than I thought he'd be. And those eyes. My god...grey like storms. I just forgot about my gun. But he didn't. He took it. Shot me.

Won’t tell you where he went. Love him, that's what you do for the people you love, isn't it? Isn't it? Maybe he can find a way out, a better way... 

God, those eyes...  

________________________________________________________

Yeah...I don't know either.


***
cosmic_celery: (dork)
Here's what I'm thinking:

I want to set up a challenge for myself.

For each day in May I will do one of three things:
1)Write a poem or short story
2)Discuss writing by somebody else, or
3)Draw an autobiographical comic.

This is largely because last month, April, was national poetry month and I forgot about the whole "NaPoWriMo" write one poem a day for a month thing. It's like NaNoWriMo...but with poems. So! I thought I'd tailor make myself a challenge! And this is it.

What happens if I miss a day? Hmm...maybe I'll have to think up some sort of punishment...Or maybe I'll have to post two whatevers the next day.

My first 1, 2, or 3 should be up tonight.

Anyone care to join me?

cosmic_celery: (turlough eyebrows)
I'm warming to my new layout...and I'm quite fond of Valentine, so it may stick around.

Since I haven't talked about myself in forever:

My one act play went on at the literary festival and was quite successful. I acted in all but two of the plays (mine and one other) and it was just as much fun as I thought it'd be. Still, no matter how much I like acting, I must remind myself not to take playwriting class again...because I don't like writing plays. You'd think it'd be simple....but I do enjoy the class itself. Never again, I swear. I'm going to write more poetry and maybe work on my novel if I can get over how much I don't like it.

A friend in Playwriting class is putting some sort of writing group that I think may be fun. I've always wanted to be in a cool writing group...though, I haven't met any of his intended members yet, so we shall see.

The poem that I submitted for the Master Class with Marge Piercy (somewhat famous feminist poet) was excepted, so...she'll be talking to ten of us about sound in poetry...and talking about our poems...or something. I'm not quite sure. I'm actually a bit nervous about it, since the poem I submitted doesn't have any stand out sound-centric lines. But it is about deer. She has lots of poems about deer.
cosmic_celery: (I know what I'm doing!)
Dialogue Snippet:

"...a million years ago, Peri."
"Is that how far we've come back?"
"No. Much farther than that."
"Then why...?"
"It feels like a million years."
"You've been here before?"
"Yes. I've been here before."
"So...where's here?"
"Gallifrey."

Yay Earth!

Apr. 22nd, 2008 04:28 am
cosmic_celery: (a beautiful country)
A letter to my childhood backyard on the occasion of earth day, 2008

do you remember that morning?

i padded outside, to visit you.
the air was sharp; the day
not yet day, not yet
light enough to burn away
the dew from the grass.

and all around me was you.
no god, just you.
no god but the dew on my feet,
the subtle retreat of the fog
as it ambled back
among the pine trees that were
also you.

for a moment
i thought i might become something wild,

atoms
separated, lost
to your overwhelming atmosphere.

for a moment
i thought, maybe the hummingbirds
(so many of them were out that morning!)
might take me as their child,
might teach me to
fly backwards.

do you remember it
like i do?

perhaps you only remember
that i got cold

and returned indoors
to track mud on the carpet.
cosmic_celery: (george- wha?)
We're down to the deadline on rehearsing our plays for the show on Tuesday, and while I've gotten to go over most of the plays I'm in, I haven't gotten to go over the revision of the play I wrote. I'm not sure if one of my main characters is going to be at our final rehearsal on Saturday, so I'm a bit nervous about how it's going to go over.

A guy that I had a total crush on last semester showed up to act. I contacted him after last semester, and he offhandedly mentioned that he had a girlfriend. So, no possibilities on that front. Which would be okay if I didn't totally win at being weird around him.

Him: Hey, sorry if I smell, I had to come right here and didn't get a chance to take a shower.
Me: Oh, that's fine, i wasn't....smelling you. *facepalm*

And then, in one of the plays he's supposed to be in love with me, and hugs me at the end. It's all a bit odd.

From there I had to go straight to my abnormal psych class, wherein the teacher had a member of Club X come in and talk to the class about BDSM stuff. It was very strange, especially since the woman was not the kind of woman I expected...or wanted to picture being into BDSM. And then at the end of her talk (psychological motivations, safety concerns, etc) she bent over the table and was spanked by a man with thick eyebrows.  It was a very odd thing to experience in a classroom.
cosmic_celery: (george- wha?)
Today we started talking about absurdist drama in playwriting class...which is a genre that I love and influences my writing a lot...which probably explains my craziness a bit. Our exercise in class was to write a concept for an absurdist play...and my group came up with a thing about three people digging holes which was a metaphor for different methods for accepting change. Awesome.

I need to finish my play this weekend!

Book meme:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence. (
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).

"Because of John Fuchas and his Poodle film?"
The old man cracked out laughing. "Poodle film?" he spluttered. "Well, it's gunna be a bit more spectacular than just a little doggy movie, Miss Kapoor. It's gunna be years in the making. That John Fuchas is a genius, that boy. "

Doctor Who - Mad Dogs and Englishmen by Paul Magrs
cosmic_celery: (juggle chokes)
When writing poetical forms I fear,
if meaning's cryptic and metrics are spent,
I simply write in "the rhyme goes here".

I tell myself that I'll make it clear
(and always give one hundred percent!)
when writing poetical forms I fear,

yet soon I feel like shedding a tear.
When verbs get muddled and nouns dissent
I simply write in "the rhyme goes here".

I'll try to take this pen, get in gear,
Creating new lines I won't resent
when writing poetical forms I fear.

Perhaps I'll just leave it for next year
and if anyone asks I'll say that I meant
to simply write in "the rhyme goes here".

So although this isn't anywhere near
good advice, here is my best two cents:

When writing poetical forms you fear
just simply write in "the rhyme goes here".
cosmic_celery: (do you want it to be crazy?)
I have an opportunity. This said opportunity involves providing care for the criminally insane.

Atascadero State Hospital is where a great proportion of this countries mentally ill ax-murderers etc. etc. end up. Currently, my stepmother Nancy works there as a Psychiatric Technician (Psych Tech). To get there she went into a school run by the hospital for about a year, and now is making a good bit of cash, not to mention the added bonus of awesome stories.

So, I'm thinking of doing the same thing. And really, it's not the working with the criminally insane that scares me, it's learning nursing techniques. (Nancy assures me that I would never have to place an IV or a catheter, thank goodness, though I would have to give shots). I'd be going to school there, and perhaps working part time at the hospital for about a year, then I could start full time there or go someplace else.

As for my writing, I can't imagine a place that's more intriguing, but I worry that the continuous schoolwork might zap all of the write-and-submit out of me.

Ah, we'll see. We'll see.

ETA: Yay, banner works now! This lovely one was made by [personal profile] dictums, though I'm not sure how long I'll keep it up. Wonderfalls is neat.

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