Master List.

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Posted some more excerpts from Ace, my failed big bang from a few years back. Mosey over to likeanything or, y'know, follow this link.

Hey, I finally got a new keyboard so I can type at home again.

Hey, guess what? I failed at finishing the TWRB. Who's surprised? Oh, nobody?

Mostly that was a combination of no keyboard and working 60+ hour weeks rather than mental illness, but the end result is still the same: one pissed off artist. I'm still plugging through it, but I got so bogged down in researcher geekery and history porn to actually write when I was at the library.

I'm really itching to write fic, though. I think it's because spring training is already here.

I would very much like to rename my tumblr to match this account but it seems some dickface is camping on the URL. So lame.

Also my userpics expired and I had to go through and delete about 200 of them and I'm STILL 17 over the limit but it's like picking favorite children.

Also also, I'm writing Teen Wolf fic. Because of course I am.


ETA: claimed this gorgeous art for twreversebang, so now I have three TW fics on the table. Hopefully my brain lets me accomplish things instead of shutting down on me like my last disastrous foray into fandom/writing (i.e. 2011 SPN big bang).

You know what would probably break fandom? Writing either a baseball hockey AU fic or the inverse. These are the thoughts that I have when it's four something AM, I can't sleep and I can't write. I get to thinking horrible thoughts. Mostly because A) I can't fucking resist writing baseball AUs for all fandoms, and B) fuck you, hockey, for taking over my life even though I mostly refuse to participate in your fandom-fandom and I'm not totally sold on your slightly wonky league.

But seriously, though. I've spent the last hour or so laying in my bed, staring into the dark and trying to assign baseball positions to hockey players and vice versa. Patrick Kane would be the totally bonkers closer, complete with ridiculous entrance music and gimmicky body hair and, to quote my love Chris Perez, an arm like a fuckin' cannon. Or somesuch. But he'd probably be a White Sock, and thus watching him fail would be SO MUCH FUN. Actually, it might be no matter what team, because I'm a sicko who kinda likes watching closers fail because blah blah blah bias against the save stat whatever I read too much Joe Sheehan. And Buster Posey would be a goalie. And Justin Verlander would be one of those two-way forwards who's just ridiculously amazing and won the Calder and a bunch of Harts and Selkes and Rosses. And probably the Lady Byng, too, because Justin Verlander is wonderful and I love him 95% of the year (all times when he is not facing my Indians). Actually, that whole sentence made me hate hockey AU Verlander a little, because fuck that guy, why would anyone be that good.

Except then I start to imagine where various teams would be AU-located, and I think it means the Blue Jackets are the Indians and that makes me want to cry inside. And it means that Sidney Crosby is Andrew McCutchen (or possibly one of the new baby pitchers the Bucs drafted last season. But not Bryan Bullington, lulz). Also, I think it means the Reds become the Preds simply by geographical process of elimination, which means that they fucking go to the post-season, and I, as a Northeastern Ohioan and dedicated hater of all things Cincinnati, cannot abide that.

And then my brain sort of collapses in on itself when I think about the Canadian teams. But that's okay, because mostly, thinking about Canada makes me unspeakably sad/mad because why am I not Canadian? Why do I have to be a citizen of a country that hates me because Jesus and stuff and I can't help that I have a uterus, blame my father for contributing a second X chromosome. Actually, just blame my father, because he's a jerk.

Woooo, hey, there, five AM incoherence.

I'll just content myself with tweeting ideas for a ridiculous 1899 baron of industry cum western AU on my secret twitter. Because that's what one does when it's five AM, one can't sleep, one's cat sucks, and one is wearing an LA Kings t-shirt.

PS - My favorite baseball team keeps beating other teams. I am quickly rising up the ranks on Pick6. Jason Kipnis makes me chinhands. Vinnie Pestano's consecutive games K streak is simultaneously giving me palpitations and glee. And my chosen playoffs Western Conference bandwagon team is GOING TO THE STANLEY CUP FINALS. I am still kinda-sorta iffy on the NHL and its conventions, being used to MLB and college hockey and the Olympics, but I shall get over my nervousness. Watch the NJD/NYR series go seven games and the winner be in the zone while the Kings had a week off to lose momentum and stuff like the 2006 Tigers did (also: odds Carter and Richards have been sober, like, at all the last few days? Vegas simply says har har har). My Ohio-bred hatred of the armpit of the eastern seaboard (as granddaughter of a NJ native) means I will be crushed if one of those Eastern Conference teams goes and snipes the Cup that they have both totally won before in my lifetime. I was even in NJ the one spring/summer that the Devils won, even though I don't remember it much because lol, I was a child who loved baseball--but I do remember watching that series.

Did I get rec'd somewhere recently? Been getting a flood of new comments on Deadsville. If so, cool.

Broken neck AU has taken on life of its own, not to mention all the time that I should be using to finish my waaaaaay overdue bats_and_balls fic. I need to commentfic to cleanse my palate--any going on currently?

Or, alternatively, give me prompts. Hockey or baseball or J2, since I'm out of practice with everything else. And no, Alex, this doesn't mean Red Wings.

Just posted the first 6000 words of Ace over at likeanything.

ALL FOR YOU, crimsonkitty88!

So, hi, okay, I'm throat-deep in a research project, which means my attention span is desperate for ANYTHING else to focus on. My brain, man. Anyway, I'm thinking about posting the best version of my failed 2011 SPN/J2 Big Bang, which is VERY unfinished and about 17,000 words long. There are other, more complete versions, but this is the best of them.

Thoughts?

Teaser scene under the cut. 1500 words of semi-sappy baseball players!J2

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Should be posted to likeanything but I don't feel like switching journals. These are things I'll never finish, which I feel nothing for at this point. Most of them are in only very rough form. Maybe I've even posted them before.




( This was my 2010 reversebang.Collapse )

( I don't know what this is. Jo/DeanCollapse )

( The Rates Are Better In the Summer, a Forgetting Sarah Marshall J2 AUCollapse )

( an aborted attempt at a sequel for Dishes in the Kitchen SinkCollapse )

( An attempt at a Food Porn sequel/timestamp thing. I think it was for Stacy.Collapse )

Okay, so Big Bang was a fiasco this year.

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August 12.

I won't make excuses, but I will make apologies. Lots of them. Because I am sorry. I'm kind of heartbroken about a lot of stuff right now. This failure is just another shovelful for the pile.

Real life has been kicking my ass this month and not apologizing, and frankly, the fic wasn't good enough to post anyway.

Maybe, as wendy said in her email, the fic never will be posted. Who knows. Just go enjoy PM's art and hope for the best that I can get my head out of my ass and post on August 12.

If you're friending me for fic... don't. This is a personal journal.

Please friend likeanything, my fic journal. That's where I post fic. Go there. Not here.

Thank you.