Doctor Who rewatch thoughts

Aug. 23rd, 2017 03:48 pm
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In case anyone where is interested, here are some random thoughts and observations from the Doctor Who rewatch I've been doing this summer:

Series 1
Series 2 & 3

(for the record, these are the thoughts of someone who for 10 years was a casual viewer who watched the show despite the Doctor and then suddenly a few months ago became a "proper" fan who watched the show *because* of the Doctor)
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Sorry about forgetting to post a check in yesterday.  Tuesdays are like that sometimes!  So, what kind of a writing day has it been today -- or the last two days, if today hasn't gotten going yet?
  •     I thought about my fic once or twice
  •     I wrote
  •     I did some planning and/or research
  •     I edited
  •     I've sent my fic off to my beta
  •     I posted today!
  •     I'm taking a break
  •     I did something else that I'll talk about in a comment
Wednesday Discussion:  Tuesdays are often difficult for me to get any writing done, probably due to the fact that my schedule is different and it's more prone to interruptions.  Is there a day of the week that is regularly difficult for you as far as writing goes?

Interesting Links for 23-08-2017

Aug. 23rd, 2017 12:00 pm
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after the Big Buddha, a nunnery

Aug. 23rd, 2017 11:00 am
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It was largely deserted at the nunnery, because most of its residents were at the festival we'd just left. There was one nun just outside the gate pounding corn with a very large pestle. Inside the monastery complex water ran down the hillside, through wooden pipes, to a collection point.

water pipes

The prayer hall was small but charming, with pictures of the Dalai Lama.

As ever, everything was colourful and full of pleasing light and shadows.

nuns' colours

grille

nuns and roses )

excitement on the beach

Aug. 23rd, 2017 10:45 am
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Beach #oftheday #airambulancenotpictured #tywyn

Due to the vagaries of teenagers, we didn't get a family outing on the steam train yesterday afternoon, but we did manage a family walk to the beach and back.

The weather was warm and quite sunny, though there were lots of clouds, so many other families were at the beach. But it's a big beach so there was plenty of room for everyone. I went for maximum Englishness and rolled up my trousers for a paddle. Afterwards we found signs warning of lesser weaver fish which bury themselves in the sand and sting unsuspecting bare feet with spines along their backs. Fortunately, no stinging happened in the making of this story.

What did happen was the arrival of an air ambulance. There were a couple of ambulances up on the esplanade, lights flashing, but no great fuss (at least not visible from the beach). Then a helicopter flew over the beach, and of course everyone stopped to stare. Not being from around these parts, it was not obvious to us that the livery was air ambulance, but the clues started when it slowly got lower and lower and looked distinctly like it was going to land not far from us on the sand. And it did. No fuss. Everyone standing watching, but everything seeming calm and like this happens all the time. Two paramedics got out and, once the helicopter had taken off again, walked up the beach and up the steps to the esplanade.

Of course I know that helicopters take off vertically, of course I've seen it on TV, but I've never stood so close and watched it happen in real life. It's like magic. As soon as it was a safe distance away a group of small boys rushed over to examine the tracks its feet (what are those things called?) had left in the sand. I was charmed by their mix of playfulness and curiosity.

abrinsky's photo:

Today on #tywyn beach: shore view

Daily Happiness

Aug. 23rd, 2017 12:50 am
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1. Kinda hectic day today at work, but at least it made the time go by quickly.

2. We had delicious lamb gyros from Hungry Pocket for dinner.

3. I love this pic of tall!Chloe.

the day the spider ate the sun

Aug. 22nd, 2017 11:19 pm
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I was in Oregon, in the totality zone, for the eclipse; this is more or less my trip report, written as fiction in the Fear of Spiders/Overwatch universe. The eclipse really was indescribable - you have to be there - but this is my best attempt to relate what I saw and how I felt.

All the locations are real world locations, accurately described, and specifically relate how I got down to Shiniko, Oregon for the totality, and back, after crossing the Oregon border from the north. All of Venom's and Widowmaker's lines are basically my commentary while being the one driving... inappropriately quickly... with my road trip crew down a surprisingly empty Highway 216.

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"I loved it," said the Widowmaker, her voice fluid, "when the spider ate the sun. Slowly dimming light, then sunset all around, in all directions, and then - gone, but for the corona. Exquisite."

"That was wizard!" agreed Venom, speeding along Highway 216 west from Highway 97 to Highway 197 in the Oregon high desert. "The sky went violet! Blue, dark, rich, with extra violet, somehow. The pictures always made it look black, but it wasn't! So intense!"

"I think that was partly ultraviolet, from the corona," suggested the elder assassin, as the old-style automobile - a Spider, appropriately enough - barrelled down the road into the canyon, chasing the water. The speed limit sign said 55kph. She hit it at 120. "The light had such intoxicating depth."

"Felt like time just stopped! And I know from time." She giggled at little at herself, and shook her head. "Pictures just can't tell the story, can they?" said Lena.

"Not at all. One cannot even describe it, one must experience it. The changes in the air, the blue and violet glow, the heat vanishing with the sun..."

"And then, and then, the last bit of the sun goes out, and you look past the glasses, and - wow! The sun is, like, whole different star! And the sky is a different sky! It was like - it was like bein' in space, like being on a whole 'nother world!"

"The black hole sun, the streaming flares of fusing hydrogen writhing in the sky, the glowing colours - I never imagined the colours would be so intense." She sighed, wistfully. "I do not think my cameras captured the violet, only the blue."

The tires screeched at the first downhill hairpin turn. The road carried with it no forgiveness, no margin - cliff wall to one side, sheer drop to the other. A few guardrails buffered against the worst of the turns, or, at least, the first couple, and then not the next, and not the one after that. The Spider held the road, if barely, as the Talon assassins drifted in their vehicle, across the road, into the opposite-direction lane.

"I remind you," said Amélie, "despite having applied to the Commonwealth, this country is still right-hand driving."

"Yeh, yeh. Curve speed signs are for wankers."

Widowmaker smirked. "That one, if anything, seemed overly permissive."

The junior assassin slowed the vehicle, but not much, and sped it back up at every opportunity. "Nobody's usin' the other lane, I might as well."

It was true. Even with the tens of thousands of tourists flooding back from the zone of totality, Highway 216 sat empty of traffic, out in the high grassy desert, barreling down towards the Deschutes River, splashing and rushing at the very bottom.

"Even so," said the spider, "this road does not seem very forgiving."

Venom chuckled, and hit the accelerator again. "Feeling nervous, love?"

"Feeling impressed that the Cascadians do not seem to care about guard rails, perhaps." The car's right mirror - still just within its lane - came within a few centimetres of the cliff wall. "Or margins for error." She looked out over the cliff the road hugged. "This countryside - it is almost painfully beautiful."

Off to the left, a series of canyons, or one long, split canyon, almost cartoonish in perfection, stepped down towards the water, a mix of steep rocky slopes and bare basalt column cliffs, volcanic, spotted with the occasional first-coloniser plants, mostly gold, some auburn, some ash, and, almost inexplicably, splashes of dark, vivid green, the green becoming dominant the further down towards the river, but really, anywhere water might run or pool or even be slowed down, even a bit, for the thirsty plants to grab it up.

"Whole bleedin' country's a bunch of picture postcards, innit?"

"Truly."

"Glad they had the sense not to muss up the view with fences." Venom floored the antique Sypder into the next hairpin curve, not quite fishtailing, not quite sliding away and to oblivion. "I can't believe we're the only ones on this road. Look at what they're missing!"

"It's not the eclipse, but it is fascinating. Perhaps the tourists are afraid of the heights," said the spider.

"You mean, it's just us 'cause they're too scared?"

"And therefore, do not deserve to see this."

"Fair cop," said the younger assassin. "Woah!" she said, surprised by the severity of yet another hairpin. "That was a tight one!"

"Be careful, we cannot crash this vehicle here - we might start a fire."

"Blimey, that'd be a right cock-up," the junior assassin replied in all sincerity. "They have fires all summer already, don't they?"

"It seems so," the senior assassin said, gesturing back towards a burnt out patch they'd driven by, some 30km before.

"Well, good thing we've got that car park all lined up."

"Indeed. Just be sure not to hit the river. Fish and gasoline do not mix."

"Easy peasy. Reach 'round, pull the body forward, will ya?"

"Certainly."

She pulled the middle-aged man forward, from the - well, it wasn't really the boot, not one worthy of the name, not in an F430 - and propped him up against the centre console, between their individual seats.

The Ferrari flew over the first river bridge, as Venom let the engine really open up. "May as well go out in a blaze of glory, y'big ugly monster," she said, made the final turn at a desperately dangerous 220kph. "Good handling, I'll give you that. Right! Whenever you're ready, love..."

"Grab hold, cherie, and ready your grapple," the Widowmaker said, grabbing her lover and launching the two of them out of the automobile. Venom kicked the wheel hard to the right, and the Spider flipped over, briefly flying, then bouncing down the road, hitting once, twice, a third time, and skidding into a gravel parking lot before bursting into flame. Widowmaker's chain retracted, pulling the two Talon agents high into the air, and just short of apogee, Venom launched her chain, and up they went again, a second arc, and again, at apogee, Widowmaker's grapple made the top of the butte, where their ship sat, concealed, and waiting.

From atop their high vantage point, they could see the local wardens rushing forward with emergency fire suppression, the wreckage of the convertible already burning itself out, the body of Roger Müller - well-known multi-millionaire playboy and less-well-known deep financier of ultra-nationalist media and neofascist politicians - already well-crisped. His remains would show a blood alcohol content well above 0.17, over twice the legal limit, but entirely in character.

"And that's why y'don't drive pissed." Venom said to her partner, cheerfully.

"That was magnificent."

"Such a shame when people overindulge, innit, love?"

Widowmaker spun on her lover, pulling her abruptly, roughly, against her own body, eyes wide and open. "Yes. Let's balance it by overindulging ourselves."

Venom shuddered with quick arousal. "Fast cars and fast kills? I like the way you think, sweet. But let's move the..."

"Now."

"So now I'm the sensible unf " - she said, as Widowmaker bit into her neck - "...we can't stay here, love. Somewhere else. The way we went south. Nobody's on that road, either."

"Fine. Bakeoven, then. How quickly can you fly us back?"

"You just saw how quick I got us here in an antique, didn't ya?"

"Point made. Go."

Fic: Vintage

Aug. 23rd, 2017 07:55 am
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Sorry this is late. For some reason I fell asleep at nine yesterday. Wtf?

August, 22nd - Vintage )

good job, me

Aug. 22nd, 2017 10:29 pm
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So I have some WIP's that I have not touched in years and years and years and recently I have been looking at them and thinking, "yes, I could salvage parts of this" except sometimes it's like someone else wrote the story and I have zero memory of where I was going with things. Which is to be expected after seven years, I guess, except I left myself notes on what was going to happen in the sequel. Because I assumed I could remember what would happen in part one, even though I have long since discovered I should never make that assumption.

(I still have a sticky note that says "Zhane and Karone are mermaids!" It's been years. I have never remembered what story this was supposed to be in reference to, or even if I'm talking about literal mermaids or if it's supposed to be, like, some kind of metaphor? WHO KNOWS.)

River of Teeth

Aug. 22nd, 2017 10:44 pm
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I just finished River of Teeth by Sarah Gailey and I hope with the power of my mind to persuade Yuletiders that this is a book which begs for fic. Look, if anyone is moved to write fic consider this thought, the Leverage team crosses time and universes and meets up with Winslow Houndstooth and his crew. It would be so RIDICULOUS, I can't stop grinning.

WIP Wednesday

Aug. 23rd, 2017 12:04 am
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What have you been working on this week, Eerie fans? Now's the time to spread the word about any fannish treats you've got cooking: a line of dialogue from an upcoming fic, linework for your latest art piece, the yarn colours for a new toy. Let us know in the comments!

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Aug. 22nd, 2017 07:44 pm
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