If this video wasn’t free on iTunes last week, I would have gone on with my life totally clueless as to its existence. Now I play it several times a day.
Since you all pretty much guilt-tripped me into writing a happy ending to A Brief Encounter, I have been working away on it like a busy little bee. In fact, a scene or two woke me up out of a dead sleep this morning and I had to turn the computer on then and there (hadn’t even washed my face) just to get it all down.
I know I said it was going to be an epilogue of sorts, but, as it turns out, it looks like it is actually going to be a stand-alone story on it’s own (yes, there are that many pages). It will not be a long stand-alone story, it will be a story about the length of The More Things Change.
I was telling a couple of people that I think I actually prefer to write Prime Universe Spuhura Fan Fiction over New Trek Spuhura Fic. My only lament was the fact that I felt I needed to be in canon. Well, this new story will still be in canon, with me bending the “rules” of canon fic just enough to keep the TOS crowd from lighting torches and shaking their pitch forks at the edge of my village.
I was able to get a lot of writing done on it today (fortuitous power outage at work). Hopefully I will have it ready at the weekend.
It’s been a while since I have posted an image of The Quinto. Wonder where my mind has been?
The last one doesn’t count as I started writing it last year, but by the time I hit “Publish” the year had already changed over.
Well, what’s going on…
ThisClose to actually having, as Bridget Jones’s father would say, a “real” boyfriend. Nothing to report as yet, but there has been developments, so I will keep you all posted.
Of course, that is, if I don’t mess it up (and somehow, I always do) Remind me to tell you the story of the cute younger guy who adored me and I messed it up because I decided to get all feminista and wouldn’t let him carry my computer bag to my car.
HE COULD HAVE DROPPED IT!
A good side effect of all this positive energy flowing all around me (this week) is that a lot of men (and I do mean a lot) have all of a sudden started to take notice of me (God, I hope it isn’t because of the 30lbs I recently lost, but because of my bright, sparkling personality). I know right. I truly must have been some sort of Sea Hag before because men hardly ever gave me the time of day.
Example: I was walking through the mall after work “shopping for cute stuff” this evening (which I NEVER do, and am still perplexed as to why I even wanted to shop and shop for cute stuff) and so many men were saying hello and talking to me that I was beginning to think I was on some sort of hidden camera show.
This never happens to me. NEVER!
And my usual demographic (toothless, homeless older men in their 60s) who can always be counted on for a lewd comment, actually looked away from me as if they were frightened and somehow knew that I wasn’t in their league any longer.
Of course, this could all be my imagination.
Yeah, probably is.
Been watching a lot of documentaries on writers lately. The second one that caught my particular attention was the one on JK Rowling on the Half-Blood Prince Special Edition DVD (which, I will say again, is really hard to find in stores… it’s almost like they went out of their way not to make them. There were a million regular editions in Target, et al, but not one Special Edition).
*ends rant & steps off soapbox*
I always sort of heard her story with half of my ear (you know: single mother, on the dole, writing in a cafe) But I never really HEARD her story until I sat down and listened to her interview on the DVD. Her life and my life really (really) sound an awful lot a like. She has some really excellent incite to share about writing and how her life has changed since becoming famous. I do hope you writers get an opportunity to view it. It’s amazing!
One thing, which I thought was cool: the word processing program she uses looks like it actually pre-formats the book for her. I always thought writers just double-spaced on an 8-1/2 piece of paper. Not Ms JK, apparently. Interesting. Is this something new or am I just behind the times?
And speaking of writing…
…long, tired sigh!
So, like, the new year came and went. My hair was looking especially nice … for once… I had no one to kiss. Dreams of Dr. Mountain Hawk were preferable to crying in my sparkling wine.
We had been here for a day and a half and were being treated like royalty—Spock especially. He’d bound his hair and wrapped his head in a maroon silk pagri to hide his ears and eyebrows. He looked very elegant in matching kurta and pants. —Uhura from Happiness at Least