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The State of the Ficcery: June 2020
Jun. 30th, 2020 12:21 pmWord Count for June: 30, 714
Writing: The big accomplishment was finishing The Sniper Vanishes [BBC Sherlock, Moriarty/Moran, 19k, Rating: Teen] for the Fandom for Oz auction.
I also wrote 2 fills my Season of Kink bingo, both in the Good Omens fandom, Crowley/Azirphale [Spanking with a brief mention of young Gordon Ramsay as culinary-inclined Satanic cult leader: the perfect recipe for fat-bottomed angel stew and bittersweet First Time in Noah's Ark rainbows and unicorns]
Next month is Watson's Woes!
I have ideas for a BBC Sherlock Moriarty/Moran bloodplay; a Jeeves/Wooster prostate massager; and a Sherlock Holmes ACD for messy/wet to fill out the Season of Kink Bingo row. The spirit is willing, but, alas, the flesh is weak.
Media: I don't consume a lot of media, but I have gotten into the Youtube's Fubeca Marble Races. There's a nice sounding young man who announced the marble races named Brendan and the boys and I watched the 12 circuit races (the marbles race around a track; they have names like Pink Pearl and Black Pirate) and are now watching the GlassCar Circuit 2020, which is similar. The same set of marbles running around a track. The other thing I like to watch (I find it soothing) is Brick Builder (a disembodied pair of hands making fancy LEGO sets in speeded-up time). Here's one of the hands making an Egyptian museum.
Reading: I have bee listening to a lot of audiobooks of Raymond Chandler's Philip Marlowe to fuel my Unconventional Courtship fic and I have noticed a similarity between Bertie Wooster's narratives and the hardboiled detective genre. Interesting similes and metaphors. Slang. Odd objects and money. Corrupt cops (aunts), femme fatales (beazels), and crooks of every shape and size (everyone else). The only thing hardboiled detective fics lack is JEEVES which is a very important thing to be missing, I know. But when I sit down to write I often find myself flexing my Bertie muscle.
Oh, and I happened to find a new audiobook by KJ Charles in the library system ["Unfit to Print"] over the weekend and promptly fell down the binging rabbit hole of other KJ Charles fics. I've read two more since then and feel very drunk. Those books are a drug of the first order. I forget about them and then suddenly I am reminded and UGH! Four days are gone!
Personal: Minor had his First Communion. He won a prize from the Church for doing all homework: a LEGO set called Father Leopold Celebrates Mass with altar, hosts, priests, vestments, chalice, flasks, lectern, sacristy, etc. I am not often speechless but as someone who no longer considers herself Catholic, I really was without words. The set is put together under the sofa at the moment. The boys' father is the one who wanted Minor to get his First Communion, he's the one that watches Mass on Youtube with boys on Sunday, and he's the one who did the homework with Minor. I only had to get Minor and Minisculus new clothes for the ceremony and get everyone ready.
The four of us went to a BLM event in our county and it felt very, very good to stand up with a sign and say what I believe. The boys' father wasn't crazy about it and half way through the boys went off to dig up worms, but that's life.
Week 1 of Summer is fine so far. The theme is SPACE. The NASA web site has tons of worksheets. I am making Minor listen to the Hidden Figures book and we have a kit to put together of a space craft.
I feel sort of UGH. Just sort of floating through the days. Not taking care of myself and wondering what the point of it all is.
The boys' father is still working from home every day. He still has a job but many of his colleagues and one of the supervisors have been laid off.
But we're all healthy and safe and there's still income coming in.
Writing: The big accomplishment was finishing The Sniper Vanishes [BBC Sherlock, Moriarty/Moran, 19k, Rating: Teen] for the Fandom for Oz auction.
I also wrote 2 fills my Season of Kink bingo, both in the Good Omens fandom, Crowley/Azirphale [Spanking with a brief mention of young Gordon Ramsay as culinary-inclined Satanic cult leader: the perfect recipe for fat-bottomed angel stew and bittersweet First Time in Noah's Ark rainbows and unicorns]
Next month is Watson's Woes!
I have ideas for a BBC Sherlock Moriarty/Moran bloodplay; a Jeeves/Wooster prostate massager; and a Sherlock Holmes ACD for messy/wet to fill out the Season of Kink Bingo row. The spirit is willing, but, alas, the flesh is weak.
Media: I don't consume a lot of media, but I have gotten into the Youtube's Fubeca Marble Races. There's a nice sounding young man who announced the marble races named Brendan and the boys and I watched the 12 circuit races (the marbles race around a track; they have names like Pink Pearl and Black Pirate) and are now watching the GlassCar Circuit 2020, which is similar. The same set of marbles running around a track. The other thing I like to watch (I find it soothing) is Brick Builder (a disembodied pair of hands making fancy LEGO sets in speeded-up time). Here's one of the hands making an Egyptian museum.
Reading: I have bee listening to a lot of audiobooks of Raymond Chandler's Philip Marlowe to fuel my Unconventional Courtship fic and I have noticed a similarity between Bertie Wooster's narratives and the hardboiled detective genre. Interesting similes and metaphors. Slang. Odd objects and money. Corrupt cops (aunts), femme fatales (beazels), and crooks of every shape and size (everyone else). The only thing hardboiled detective fics lack is JEEVES which is a very important thing to be missing, I know. But when I sit down to write I often find myself flexing my Bertie muscle.
Oh, and I happened to find a new audiobook by KJ Charles in the library system ["Unfit to Print"] over the weekend and promptly fell down the binging rabbit hole of other KJ Charles fics. I've read two more since then and feel very drunk. Those books are a drug of the first order. I forget about them and then suddenly I am reminded and UGH! Four days are gone!
Personal: Minor had his First Communion. He won a prize from the Church for doing all homework: a LEGO set called Father Leopold Celebrates Mass with altar, hosts, priests, vestments, chalice, flasks, lectern, sacristy, etc. I am not often speechless but as someone who no longer considers herself Catholic, I really was without words. The set is put together under the sofa at the moment. The boys' father is the one who wanted Minor to get his First Communion, he's the one that watches Mass on Youtube with boys on Sunday, and he's the one who did the homework with Minor. I only had to get Minor and Minisculus new clothes for the ceremony and get everyone ready.
The four of us went to a BLM event in our county and it felt very, very good to stand up with a sign and say what I believe. The boys' father wasn't crazy about it and half way through the boys went off to dig up worms, but that's life.
Week 1 of Summer is fine so far. The theme is SPACE. The NASA web site has tons of worksheets. I am making Minor listen to the Hidden Figures book and we have a kit to put together of a space craft.
I feel sort of UGH. Just sort of floating through the days. Not taking care of myself and wondering what the point of it all is.
The boys' father is still working from home every day. He still has a job but many of his colleagues and one of the supervisors have been laid off.
But we're all healthy and safe and there's still income coming in.