lemonsweetie asked:
Oh, boy. /rubs hands/ Thank you, you lovely sweet lemon, you!
These really are very good for the ego, and also for the creative process.
More talk about writing under the cut.
me: okay, good, now i’m gonna sit down and write—
brain: twelve hundred words of bodyswap fic where julian’s in garak’s body and trying to—
me: um, okay, no, in actuality i’m gonna sit down and write—
brain: a thousand words about julian being sterilized because he’s an augment and how that ends up with him empathising with the director of the children’s centre and OOOOH also he delivers a baby—
me: puts face on keyboard
So I was trying to figure out why I can’t get any of my big fics done. I talked to Vyc, who told me she permits herself only two projects at a time. This seemed reasonable, and so I sat down to make a list of the projects I have on the go.
I think I may have figured out why I can’t get any of my big fics done.
A Deep Dish Nine fanmix. Happy songs for a happy AU. (Deep Dish Nine is a DS9 Pizza AU, see more on tumblr and/or AO3)
Reblogging this because libraryofalexandria has done me no favours. “Counting Stars” has gone big on the radio, and every time I hear it I’m dropped into this miasma of Deep Dish Nine, of Julian trapped between expectations and wants and uncertainty, being too young to be taken seriously and too old to be so irresponsible, scraping by on a stipend, trying not to be his parents, trying not to be his friends, trying not to be Garak, trying to define right and wrong for himself and staring up at the ceiling, wondering, wanting, counting dollars, counting stars.
God damn it. I think I have to write a thing. But I don’t know what the story is yeeeeet–
The big romantic scene has gone all farcical now.
Oddly, I think I like it better this way.
Huh.
Oh, come now, Dr. Bashir, don’t you want to do this kinky thing to save Garak’s life? I mean, yes, it’s not exactly consensual, and we could just wake him up and he could take care of it himself, but instead you could do it yourself… purely to help him, of course… no one would know… and also it would be super hot…
Bad fanfic. No biscuit.
Wow, people whose skulls I apparently find impenetrable: Benjamin Sisko.
I’m writing this scene from his POV and it’s like rolling rocks uphill.
Switch it to Miles O'Brien POV, and suddenly everything is mildly irritated sunshine.
Vyc, kudos to you on “Held” and spending so much time in that man’s head. It’s difficult.
chequerootlurks
I’m an apprentice tattoo artist. An artist who owns a few shops invited me to their team.
I’ve got a long way to go. I’m still learning basic shading techniques. Working with a tattoo pen adds depth to the traditional flat plane I’m used to working on.
One is never too old to learn a new skill.
At times I feel like a complete newb.
So, here is a meme that I love. I’m sharing it for everyone who is learning something new.
