rowanberries: (Ahahaha but!)
Work continues dull and mindless. I therefore blame [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart for my recent desire to write Derren Brown into my orginal fic as a thinly-disguised psychic stage magician and reluctant ally to the protagonists' efforts.
rowanberries: (Ianto is fucking competent!)
Ugggggh.

You know what sucks? Interview techniques. I have this interview tomorrow, and because it's for a graduate placement type thing, it's stupidly complex. I had to write mini-essays in my application and was forced to conduct the telephone interview whilst pacing about in the snow during a lunch break. This one will take two hours, and will involve scenario-based questioning, a role play where I have to flag people down to try and sell them gym memberships, and on-the-job observation where I have to interrupt kidlets who will probably be doing perfectly all right and help them with their work. Oh, and there's yet another interview after this if I get through. *Facepalm* Still, I'm sure my BS skills will get a workout, if nothing else.

For now, lunch - which I will go out to get, because a) there are no vegetables to be had and b) I never end up writing anything if I stay on the laptop. >_>
rowanberries: (Writing)
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence several lines from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence several lines so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

Like I have very much anyway... )
rowanberries: (Helium cat)
I did good work today. Not that I'm not still significantly behind where I should/wanted to be by this stage, but I did that thing where as well as writing more, I organised bits so they actually flow, got rid of floating annotations that were redundant and were just screwing up my running word count, and shifted whole paragraphs so they're actually in the right chapter. 2000-ish words to go, but should be a fairly straightforward run at it hereafter.

We're not talking about the other two that I haven't even started.

I have a glass of wine, and I have dinner, and I appear to be composing feminism posts in standup form in my head.

Hello! I'm here to talk about feminism! )
rowanberries: (Writing)
I'm off for Easter weekend tomorrow - going to the Isle of Wight to see relatives, get rained on and eat too much. Therefore, I should really do that meme I said I would ages ago. Right then! That Blogger Meme, let's go.

Political Leanings )

My Degree )

The Novel I'd write if I could )

My favourite underwear! )

And finally...

Sports! )
rowanberries: (Writing)
You know the drill, right?

Torchwood fandom, MPreg-verse, no money being made, warnings for... uh, swearing? Complete lack of logic?
Warning: SPOILERS for Torchwood series 2 episode 1. However, all dialogue is from my memory, and therefore probably very wrong. But the gist of it's all right. Er. Up until the whole alien baby thing.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five

Torchwood MPreg Part WTF )
rowanberries: (Writing)
You know, at some point I'll learn to write narrative as well as dialogue.

Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, unnamed and unwanted sprog.
Ownership: Not mine.
Setting: Somewhere. Possibly TIC-verse, possibly not. Just somewhere.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Torchwood MPreg part Oh Dear God )
rowanberries: (Default)
Look, I don't even know why this is still going.

Torchwood and related concepts/characters? Not mine.
Money? None.
MPreg, Amy? Well, it wasn't my idea.

Followon from this, this and this.

I blame the whiskey, this time. At least it can't claim innocence. )
rowanberries: (Default)
Followon from this and this. Not mine, all the BBC's, yadda yadda.

Well, somehow this next bit turned into Owen-Tosh friendschmoop.

I have no idea how or why.

Whatever.

*Head in hands*

Oh, my poor soul. )
rowanberries: (Writing)
Sigh.

Prequel to this.

Uh. Not mine, warning for... I dunno. Swearing? Pregnancy of the male nature?


>_>


Don't judge me.

-------

This is all Del's fault )
rowanberries: (Default)
Ooookay, so I know I suck at memes.

But this one looks fun! And it only requires a snippet, so maybe I can do it!

Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. (For whatever reason.) In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
rowanberries: (Milliways/Puppets)
Man, you know you're hungry when you absent-mindedly drink honey straight out of the bottle.

*Classiness personified*

I'll run and eat in a minute, but I haven't updated properly in a while, and I should do that, really. In between answering tags from the nightclub opening party (Jack Harkness and James Bond, guys.)

Mostly this week I have been goig to lectures, not going to lectures, and avoiding AIM. I don't know why. I'm on tonight, anyhow. Tomorrow my sister's coming to stay for the weekend, which will be awesome, although I do go worryingly maternal when I'm in sole charge of one of my siblings. I spent this afternoon trolling around Sainsburys looking for food that I'm pretty sure she'll eat (and that I will. Child likes anchovies, bleh,) getting momentarily fixated by some girl's hair (Pretty! Dark red, curlywispy! Pretty!) and wondering if at some point I should actually start budgeting my student loan.

My Magic and Superstition tutor finally redeemed himself (a little bit) by cancelling the two classes next week, since it's essay-assessed, not exam. Also, he told us a story (as reported/interpreted by a historian) and told us to find a way to retell it using the same basic events to make a different story.

The Great Cat Massacre - story as told by somebody Darnton )

And that, more or less, is where Darnton's account stops. So we, in pairs, were given the change of retelling the story.

The Great Cat Massacre - as retold by students with overactive imaginations. )

...Obviously, you have to imagine that being read in a melodramatic voice.

After all that, we actually found out that bloody Darnton missed out half the story, and the apprentices just got punished, and actually, it was a folk tail about how the printing trade didn't need to be regulated. But I still think my version was more fun.

And now, dinners!

Oh, fine.

Jan. 23rd, 2007 08:26 pm
rowanberries: (Writing)
Give me one of my own stories (if you can FIND ONE), a [livejournal.com profile] milliways_bar thread, or a [livejournal.com profile] milliways_bar OOM, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

I give in. I also have that anonymeme fic to write, with whores in. Hmm!
rowanberries: (Milliways/Puppets)
Soooo. I have spotty access and no AIM. But it also strikes me that I will be very bored this holiday. And so, a task is needed!

Therefore, give me your drabble requests! Most of you know my fandoms - if you don't, ask me quickly. I'm leaving at about 10am tomorrow, and will pick up requests before I leave. You have until then to ask for something! The only thing I really can't do genre-wise is smut - and I can write around that, at least!

GO!
rowanberries: (Abdiel)
I finished my story!

Um. It's really embarrassingly short, but as the limit was 1,500 words, I don't care. It's all posted and stuff, too, though I have no clue if it'll get there before the deadline. Go postal service, go!

Sadly, I am also in a very bad mood brought on by That Time of the Month. I've been bitchy and snappy for days, but now the end is in sight. Along with several days pain and discomfort. Yay me? I was meant to go give blood today but I think I am in no fit state to do so, which makes me feel useless. And babysitting tonight. Mustn't forget.

On the awesome side: KITTEN.

Tiny and fluffy and black and gorgeous and called Mog. My sister is over the moon.

So cuuuuute.
rowanberries: (Time flies)
Want a drabble or a ficlet?

I am taking requests here.

La!
rowanberries: (Beware!)
Give me drabble requests! If I know the fandom - Milliways for preference, but I'm good with a few others, I shall try and write it for you.

*Cracks knuckles*

AU, IC, ragingly OOC - lay it on me. I'll do my best.

Millimeme!

Apr. 27th, 2005 05:28 pm
rowanberries: (*headdesk*)
Now this is a good idea. Good one, [livejournal.com profile] fmith. And [livejournal.com profile] innerbrat for pointing it out, you get credit too. *g*

So. A meme for those that have ever read any of my [livejournal.com profile] milliways_bar threads.

I want you tell me how I'm doing with my characters. What am I doing right? What am I fucking up? What do I need to stop doing? What do you want me to start doing? Anything at all.

Anonymous posting is permitted, and in fact encouraged.


Er, my characters being [livejournal.com profile] shelley_winters, [livejournal.com profile] oneman_onevote, [livejournal.com profile] _diseasedmind and [livejournal.com profile] wwjimmycarterd. All their threads should be in their memories.

Tell me anything. Even if you don't know their canons. Just opinions so I know how I'm doing. *Beams round*

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