Aug. 1st, 2009 04:20 pm
lariope: (keyboard/writing)
For some time now I've been trying to decide what I want to do with this journal. It's simple and pretty, and I doubt very much that the flist here is often checked, and so I've been thinking that it might be a nice place to actually write about writing.

I often want to do that on my LJ, and I think when I began my LJ it's what I thought I was there to do. But honestly, LJ is the place where I stay in touch with my friends, and what I have to say about writing seems largely irrelevant.

And too, a great deal of what I have to say about writing... well, everyone's inner writer is different. And while I am ravenously interested in the process of other writers, I never want to post about my own. Partly that's because I feel like, who would care? Isn't it a bit self-involved to imagine that other people would care about how I write or why I make the decisions that I do when I'm writing? And partly because we ARE all so different, I never want my little musings to sound like pronouncements, which I feel they probably would.

For instance: today, while procrastinating, I started looking at some false starts that I made on various stories. And I found this rather interesting little diatribe that I began the day before I started writing fanfic.

I'm putting it under the cut for its general annoyingness.

prepare to be blown away by my self-importance... )Well, I was right insofar as I was about to become, again, a card-carrying member of the self-aggrandizing. LOL.

But it's funny to me that this was what I wrote the day before fanfic and I took hold of one another in a death grip. It was almost as if I knew it was coming.

In any case, I've been thinking of sharing some false starts and how they came to be abandoned, and some thoughts on things I've written--what Hobgoblinn taught me to think of as fic postmortems.

Needless to say, I will NOT be offended if you skip them. I think I'm working up to starting a longer story, and I think that all this introspection is probably just my way of talking myself into it.

Carry on.

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Not sure how much I'm going to use Dreamwidth, but it's nice to be here, all the same. I've been wanting a place to actually blog again--I've never felt my LJ was appropriate to "blogging," being mostly fanfic related. Of course, here, it is the same, my entire flist (or is it a rlist now?) being made up of fandom friends.

I blogged for years on blogger until I discovered fanfic, at which point I felt I only had room for one major creative drive, and quit. Recently, I discovered that my mother watches my blogger blog. This makes me uncomfortable. I suspected for some time that she did, so I curbed my use of the f-word and studiously made sure that I never mentioned smoking in a way that specifically implied that I, myself, was a smoker... LOL. But in any case, I've longed to write again without worrying about who the audience is.

In the interest of actually blogging, I will post my last blogger post:


Recently, I was emailing with a friend about those gigantic spiders that you see around these here parts. Some people call them writing spiders and some people call them banana spiders, but I just call them really scary. I hate how they aggressively bounce up and down on their webs when you come near. Anyway, it reminded me of this story:

Long, long ago, in a land far away, Thomas and I used to live in a big old converted Victorian. In a closet beneath the stairs, there lived a small boy with a lightning shaped--no wait. This was before I met that guy. In a closet beneath the stairs was the smallest bathroom in the land, and in the bathroom, beneath the foot of the sink, there lived a monstrous spider. He was very large, and very black. He never moved from beneath the foot of the sink, though I eyed him suspiciously whenever I had to pee. Finally, I mentioned him to Thomas, whose house it had been before I rather noisily and abruptly moved in with all my stuff and two unruly dogs.

Me: Did you know there's a monstrous black spider living in the smallest bathroom in the land?
Thomas: Oh, yeah. That's spidey. He's ok.
Me: Yeah, he doesn't move much.
Thomas: That's because he knows the rules.

Somehow, I was calmed by this, and I grew to love Spidey as I would a pet. He just looked at me blackly while I peed, and ate mosquitos and took up all the real estate. He was a fine, fine spider.

One day, we came home from the bar and Spidey was in the hallway.

"It's Spidey!!" I shrieked. "He's escaped the smallest bathroom in the land!"

I bent down to inspect him and to inquire after his health, when suddenly Thomas's foot came down and smashed my monstrous black spider.

Me: Thomas! What the fuck? That was Spidey!!!
Thomas: He knew the rules.

I still miss him.

So now you see the difference. :)

In other news, at first I freaked when learning that I could only have 6 icons if I had free account. 6 icons? SIX ICONS!!??? I need thousands of icons that I will never, ever use! They are necessary to human life!!

But now that I remind myself that I never remember to change from my default icon anyway, I'm thinking that I like just having this one for now. Severus looks good here.
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I'm here, squatting on my username thanks to the lovely Kribu!


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