...but today I probably did more words than she did yesterday, so there! Although it's probably because my hands aren't too mangled to mash at the keyboard, and she has to use a speaking-tube with a sort of Chinese-whispers effect.

I did at least get some words and a decent short bit of dialogue done, and it 'feels' as though it fits the story (which I last worked on over a year ago) so I think it's as good as can be expected.

PS. Profic. Am going to get back to my Whofic soonishly, but having had a proper beta reader go through it I'm waiting for the inspiration to strike to really get through all the things I did wrong.

Yes, another Doctor/Master one.

I wrote this drabble a few weeks ago, but it got no love because it was buried at the bottom of a thread in Best Enemies that had quietly died.

On discussing Metabelis III in OldSkool Who (where the Third Doctor has a holiday from hell with pretty but ferocious blue alien lifeforms -- just like the filk song "Little Fuzzy Animals (With Big Sharp Teeth)") I suggested the Master must have seeded the planet with things like that for Evil Flirting purposes.

Then I found out that blue violets mean 'watchfulness' and 'faithfulness' in the language of flowers. Yes! It's so them.

This time I managed a proper old-fashioned 100w drabble. The secret to getting the length right is obviously leaving out the smut.


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Everything was blue. Blue, and extremely pretty. From the butterflies with razor-sharp wings that flew in battalions, to the venomous violets that spat death to their insectile prey (and annoyance to Gallifreyan-sized visitors), to the ponies with long eyelashes and long mouthfuls of sharp teeth.

They’d been awaiting their visitor for decades since a certain dark figure had dropped in for a little genetic engineering.

But the one thing the visitor missed was the note reminding him of who’d been responsible for it. Typical.

Watch out for the little inconveniences, but remember that your old flame will be true. K.
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But I had a lovely weekend, with a gentleman-friend over from Lichfield (cue etymology geeking on "Does it actually mean 'field of corpses', to which the answer appears to be, experts say no but they don't have much particularly convincing on what else it means).

Went to an event on protest writing with Iain Sinclair and Alan Moore and ended up with a book from each (only one of which contained tentacles), and gentleman-friend managed to pester Alan Moore for his address which he'd lost three moves ago, although I noticed Alan Moore did not promise to answer his long complicated letters.

Otherwise, had the awkward situation of trying to engage in carnal pursuits in a house which forbids letting men enter, and a room which frequently has people banging on the door. Were lucky. Intend to visit gentleman-friend next time I see him.

Wish I had taken care of my old copies of _Warrior_ which were the first things I owned with Alan Moore's work in; particularly miss _The Bojeffries Saga_, which is still one of the funniest things I've ever read.

...for the beginnings of my D/M stuff I'm licking into shape.

More details here, as am expecting more response in a fandom/pairing specific community, but if anyone reading my lj Because It's Mine is also interested, get in touch.

Somebody on the best_enemies kinkmeme put up a 'five rumours the Master believed, or started, about the Doctor' prompt.

This is possibly some of the fastest fic I've ever written, again, but it did make me laugh.

It's here. (Unless I've cocked up my anchor markup which is always possible -- kinkmemes run into many many pages so it's a long link).

The Tribble (triple drabble. Because I'm bad at discipline).

(The first time i posted it I described it as a 'triple dribble' because autocorrect and no-one can proof their own copy. So that's why it's a bit tidied up now.)

Somebody on best_enemies (the Doctor/Master slash community) put up nineteen drabbles (I suspect they haven't answered my plea to write comment-fic because the nineteen drabble post takes a lot of scrolling down to find comments).

Anyway, one of the drabbles is Third Doctor/Delgado!Master crack, in which the Master summons something again (because that always turns out so well when the Master does it. Not), and has to explain embarrassedly to the Doctor that instead of helping him gain personal power, it told him he would have to die horribly in an hour's time unless he fed it. With sex.

Being the sort of pervert person I am I immediately wondered what happened next.


( tribble )

Well, there you are. I only got interrupted three times by people coming to ask me stupid questions while I was writing it.

And I like Three/Delgado!Master. One of my favourite comments I saw on best_enemies about Shalka was "The Doctor has obviously built himself a Delgadobot". I suspect this explains a lot about why I like that particular corner of the Whoniverse.

I has a spiffy new icon. Made to my specification by asthenie_vd. I pleaded for somebody to make me the icon I had in mind since I'm particularly crap at art stuff etc. Also I said I'd write a drabble for anyone who did that.

If curious, it's an obscure bit of not-quite-DW canon. The animated webcast Scream of the Shalka has the Doctor (voiced by Richard E Grant) and an android version of the Master (voiced by Derek Jacobi) travelling in the Tardis. This managed to get itself Jossed by NuWho, i.e. it was considered canonical right up until Christopher Eccleston was considered to be the Ninth Doctor.

This odd couple (and how they could have got that way) is infinitely more fascinating to me than the plot (including even more than usually ridiculous aliens) and the companion-brought-in-for-the-story.

Drabble? I have now got at least a thousand words of Shalka!fic and counting...

I have also got a Tribble (er, that is, triple drabble) written as comment-fic inspired by somebody else's drabble. As soon as I figure out whether I'm permitted or not to post it as comment-fic it should be available somewhere (i.e. if not allowed to post it as comment-fic I'll post it here with a brief explanation).

Clearly I suck at drabblishness.

This may not sound a lot of fic but it is more than I've produced in months or years (certainly considering I was fairly much not in fandom last year due to unfortunate life circumstances), and I hope people will want to read me and have not forgotten me.

After the traditional phone call from my best female friend ("My God, it's in! You need to start posting to your LJ again or people will start wondering what's happened to you") here I am again.

I HAZ A NEW SLASH FANDOM! For some reason, despite leeching AO3 for anything Sherlock I could find, it's always been a passive fandom for me in that I was never inspired me to write.

Now I have a new/old fandom. Have a fascination with DW (Doctor/Master, very much oldskool rather than NuWho), and in less than a month I'm staring a small warren of plotbunnies in the face, with ideas for about two to write immediately.

Only not so much with the plot, because it's me and I am EPIC FAIL at plot.

But the idea of writing more after all my HP stories got so thoroughly Jossed appeals...

One of the several things I hate about living in sheltered housing is the preponderance of people banging on my door to ask me If I Am Quite All Right ("I'm as all right as I was anyway, and no better from having my train of thought/sleep/video I was watching/book I was reading/computer I was prodding interrupted by damn stupid questions").

Especially since they rush over thinking I've pulled the Important Red Cord when I'm on the other side of the room or on the floor sweeping up.

Evil Collab says I must be Looking At It Funny, which is as good an explanation as any and makes me laugh.

(no, I ATEN'T DEAD, I just didn't have much to say lately.

If any of you have similar kinks to mine, run don't walk to Cleo2010's Johnlock fic _Curious Case_ on AO3.

Is it hot? I went and bought more batteries.

Have received my invite from AO3. Can Evil Collab send me those among my stories I've mislaid (_Erogenous Zine_, _Oracnid_, _Endless Farce_ I seem to have the later among these in an incompatible format with my machine so I can't read them, and ORACnid was early enough (like my stories in TfSC) I can't find them)?

I think I've got the rest of my stuff and will happily post it, although not sure if my B7 stuff which was in other people's zines is my copyright

Cheers, Pred'x

...but I'm being nagged, by cross-stitch geeks, in stereo.

Watervole and Evil Collab are gently pointing out I ought to put myself forward as still existing.

So here I am.

Julesjones may like to know (from _QI_ on TV) that a gesture of loyalty to the king in Ancient Ireland was to suck his nipples. Unsuccessful applicants for the monarchy had their nipples cut off.

Not at all sure what this would lead to in terms of fiction.

MY FANDOM SENDZ TEXTZ SNERK!
So here's my Xmas Snippit for this year. Thanks Lexin for reminding me to WRITE MOAR!

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JW    Can I kill or clear up the contents of the fridge, or are you saving it as a Christmas treat?
SH     If you insist.
JW    …on second thoughts will leave it to you. Wobbly.
SH Soldier. Also, doctor.
JW Neither of my professions pays me to look at green wobbly slime. Or at least when it's not on a person.
SH It's only a few eyes and a couple of pseudopodia.
JW Sherlock. Tell me you haven't created life in Mrs Hudson's fridge.
SH Of course not
OBVIOUS < as you should know.
Missing several vital organs. Can only sustain life on a limited level, rather like Anderson.
JW Bit not good.
SH Anderson?
JW No.
SH Oh all *right*. Will be clear for tomorrow morning.
JW That's my Christmas present from you, then.
SH No. Persuaded my brother to stop surveillance on the flat, by a mixture of complicated obscene gestures and Stockhausen.
JW: Didn't know Stockhausen did much for the violin.
SH. No. Had to improvise to painful effect.
JW Wouldn't mind the complicated obscene gestures.
SH Thought you'd never ask. Am arranged on your bed, wearing tinsel.

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and haven't even stopped messing around in Livejournal, just haven't had any particularly earthshaking diary entries (cleared up cat vomit again, is probably not something anyone else needs to know).

Last post to something else was to canonrants LJ community: wanted to vent about one Particularly Bad paranormal romance. Got Many Comments along the lines of "sheesh!". I feel so validated...

Anyone fancy going shares on a room with me? It's the Eastercon next year, and sounds good. (The hotel is near/at Heathrow)

Pred'x

The following came up on QI (comedy quiz show with Stephen Fry) this week:
whorepresents.com
therapistfinder.com
powergenitalia.it
expertsexchange.com
penisland.net

All of them could be parsed in some other way than was doubtlessly intended by their owners...

Date:	2007-11-01 21:56
Subject:	Literature, SF etc
Security:	Public
Mood:	thoughtful

Tolkien was bloody restrained compared to his imitators. There are any number of 'quite good' speculative fiction things that I like less the longer they go on, and they don't stop at three.

Possibly the only examples of really long serieses that work are Discworld and In Search of Lost Time. In both cases they may be regarded as the writer's lifework. In the case of Discworld, PTerry has the "In another part of the forest..." escape clause for whenever he feels tired of one set of characters. Proust is Dorian Gray, really: homosexual, and the artwork sucks the life of the artist right into itself.

Discuss.

Suspect gair will be the only one to answer this one.

PS I got an upper second for a dissertation on Irony in Proust (Humour in Proust had been done already).

PPS. Unfortunately, I got a lower second for the exam, and have felt vaguely un-entitled to apply for the sorts of jobs I'd like ever since (librarianship, lexicography, copy-editing)

PPPS Can someone suggest me an icon that doesn't ref JKR: everything I actually liked about the HP series has been Jossed to death, and it wasn't just Snapeslash. Can somebody make me an icon that doesn't ref JKR?

PPPPS Self-description: embattled Mac geek ("Tiger genius" "s/genius/idiot" (will have to update that for Leopard)), too thick to code, loves to write but can't plot for toffee, slash burnout ("If I never write an orgasm again it'll be too soon!"); used to be good occasional poet but ran out of occasions.

Watervole and I are going to go to a trad folk gig in Poole on the 14th November.

Any other trad folkies out there interested?

Started playing FreeRice, a word game where free rice (of course) is donated to world hunger if you define words correctly (slightly implausibly but it'd be nice if it's true). I did over 400 words, and only fluffed about ten, although some of the ones I got right I wasn't sure of.
( FreeRice )
I've got my score up to 50, and this is a bit of a time sink. I'll post it.