I am FINALLY emerging from both, thanks in part to my new habit of keeping a journal that tracks both pain and plot bunnies. I should be working on one of my novels, but what I've actually achieved is 1000 words of really schmoopy Lin/Tenzin where they are in love and trying quite hard not to repeat the mistakes of their youth, and also to not leave Tenzin's kids with any new neuroses, and also the world is kind of, "Really?" at Tenzin daring to fall in love again after his sainted wife passed away and all.
(Because I am a contrarian, I seem to end up with a lot of oppositional headcanons, one being that -- instead of regretting that Lin and Tenzin broke up and secretly hoping they get back together -- most people who know them greet the news of a reunion with feelings on a spectrum from Strong Concern to Setting Up Bomb Shelters And Organising An Intervention. Except Korra, obviously.)
Ganked from sorryforlaughing
1. Your 3 fanfics with the most comments:
“Makes A Battle Like A Song” (aka the epic Tophzula, with 39 comments)
“The Princess of the Dragon Flats” (aka the Private Detective AU, with 15 comments)
“Disengagement” (aka 2100 words around one weak joke, with 7 comments)
2. Your 3 fanfics with the most kudos:
“Solution” (aka 650 words of a kinkmeme fill that gets praise all out of proportion with its quality but it’s m/m so, like, of course it does, with 161)
“Escapee” (aka the AU where Mai and Ty Lee escape from the Boiling Rock, with 120)
3. Your oldest fanfic:
4. Your latest fanfic:
5. Your proudest fanfic:
6. Your longest fanfic:
7. Your 3 fanfics with the most bookmarks:
“Evidence” (my very first White Lotus exchange fic! Oh God, I’m having so much trouble with it this year!)
8. Your top 3 crossover fics:
9. Your favourite characters to write in fanfic:
10. I tag:
From the Lin/Mako timeskip fic, where spirity shenanigans happen and the next thing Lin knows, it's 35 years later.
Regarding Suyin's run for the presidency of the United Republic, and the ugly bit of history that brings to light:
Mako shook his head.
"When that business came up, her opponents tried to put it all on you. Destroy your reputation, damage your sister's chances. Su told the truth, and Tenzin backed her up. And -- well, Toph made that choice a long time ago."
She nodded, slowly.
Mako added, "As for her legacy -- well, there's a new Beifong statue down at headquarters."
I tag ... NO ONE. If you are so moved, meme away.
The advantage of NaNo is that you don't have the luxury of sitting around being paralysed by all the things you don't know, and just writing helps narrow down the things you need to learn. And, for example, no matter how much you might want to print out a series of incredibly detailed maps of the Hoddle Grid c1910, then annotate them based on archives of The Argus until they're more or less current to 1924, those shenanigans will just have to wait until December.
Helpfully, my main character is no longer the nebulous blob of vague likability and stereotypical spunkiness she was when I first had this idea. I mean, she's still not what you'd call multi-dimensional, but this is Draft Zero, a chance to outline, get to know the characters and see where the plot takes them. (You could call it Outlining Via Pantsing.) She's getting there, and so am I.
- I've worked out that the terrible nerve pain I've been getting in my hands for the last few weeks is psychosomatic and stress related. I've turned into the Mrs Bennet of legal assistants.
I have a job interview on Friday, which I won't discuss in a public post except to say that, while it looks like an interesting role, the potential for dysfunction is quite high, so this is much about me interviewing the employer as vice versa.
- Aldi's $5 rosé is indeed excellent.
- Mary S. Lovell's book on the opium wars is informative and often entertaining, but also full of patently untrue statements, like "nobody in this day and age is still angry about British imperialism." Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...
(I was going to say, has she even met Tumblr, but aside from the strong likelihood that the answer is no, I will never forget the post about Empress Dowager Cixi that said she was a terrible and problematic leader because she refused to let the British take control of China.)
- today I bought milk that was already sour, and cheese that was already going off, and earbuds that just plain didn't work. I am possibly cursed. Although I exchanged the earbuds with no dramas, so maybe it's just random bad luck that's mainly attributable to a probable overnight fridge failure.
@actualmermaid tagged me!
In no particular order because I just finished tidying up my GoogleDrive so there are old fics at the top because they were the last to move.
I like to interpret “first line” as “first line or whatever seems to make the most sense and produce a good effect, eh, I’m not the meme police.”
The first time Pema met Lin Beifong, Beifong had a black eye and blood streaming down her face from a cut on her cheek.
She hardly recognised him, lean and hollow-cheeked, greying hair pulled into a short ponytail. He was clad in faded greys and blues, and if not for his pallor and the tattoos he could not quite hide, she might have mistaken him for his brother.
“They’ve seen us,” Beifong hissed. “Run.”
Mako didn’t need to be told twice. He could hear them giving chase, but when he turned to see where they were, Kita swept up a dagger of oily water from the gutter and threw it at him. He stumbled, pain blooming in his shoulder and chest, but Beifong grabbed him, keeping him upright.
It had been drizzling all night, but now, at the worst possible time, it started to rain in earnest. Beifong pulled him into a narrow alley and said, “Did they see your face?”
The morning of the trial, they brought her uniform. Lin dressed slowly, appreciating the feel of real clothes on her skin instead of a rough prison jumpsuit.
It wasn’t quite the uniform she remembered. The cable spools on the back had been removed, along with the metal bands on the sleeves and legs. Even the buttons had been replaced with bakelite.
Phuong, her lawyer, if she were here, would frown and say it was an insult, a demonstration of distrust. Lin’s only reaction was disappointment. After eight months in this glass-and-wood-and-bakelite cell, it would have been nice to touch metal again.
“General Beifong? Are you ready?”
Huan liked to think that his creativity peaked between the hours of midnight and four in the morning. He worked outside, inasmuch as any of Zaofu could be said to be outside at night. At least it never rained, and his projects were always returned to their wooden plinths before the sprinkler system was activated at four-fifteen.
His mother complained about the wet, grassy footprints leading from the back door to his bedroom, but affectionately. She liked that he had a passion, and anyway, she wasn’t the one cleaning the floors.
If anyone had asked, Bumi would have said the days were long past when he had to worry about interrupting his baby brother in the middle of a romantic moment. Years past. Decades past.
No one had asked him, and no one had warned him, either, that there was a risk of (embarrassing, highly awkward) interruption, or that someone (presently lifting her head from Tenzin’s chest and giving Bumi a death glare) might go around rearranging the terrain on Air Temple Island in the middle of the night.
Zaofu, Pema decided, was a big, metallic, flower-shaped oasis.
It was the perfect refuge after the nightmare of everything that happened at the Northern Air Temple. A modern, well-equipped hospital for Korra and Tenzin, an efficient security force if the remnants of the Red Lotus tried again, and Su Beifong’s personal estate had more than enough room to hold the various refugees – airbenders, Mako and Bolin’s family, Korra’s family … Meelo.
Prince Wu didn’t stay on Air Temple Island for long after the revelation that the Avatar was missing. He declared the dinner boring and set out for a nightclub, promising Mako a cocktail that would taste like his head was on fire, but in a good way. Mako gave Lin a pleading look as he left. She ignored it.
“Look at that storm!” Meelo shouted.
Bumi waited until Tenzin and his kids had vanished into the crowd before he said, “So I’ve been seeing Lin, sort of. Informally.”
Kya said, “By ‘seeing’, do you mean ‘sleeping with’?”
“Oh, Bumi,” she said, “that is such a bad idea.”
I tag … look, just do the meme if you want to. Say I forced you if you need an excuse.
Tags:and dreamwidth, (reblogging so it hits my DW)
Oh, you know, work, sleep, watch TV, write.
I'm trying to get fitter and a bit healthier, on account of all the heart disease and DIABEETUS in my mother's family. To that end, I've invested in a Fitbit One, a bike pump and a key to the locked bike cages at the station three kilometres away. It's going well! I seem to have more energy, and I cracked 16km/hr on my bike last night. (Admittedly by taking a different route, one with fewer stop lights and more trucks, but, you know.)
I can't remember if I blogged about it here, but in April I moved out of my last sharehouse and into a tiny flat in the inner west. It is DELIGHTFUL, except that it's always my turn to clean, and for reasons I guess I'll discuss below, I did no cleaning at all last week, and have regretted it ever since. I'm basically procrastinating right now, before I start washing ALL THE DISHES. (Literally. All the dishes I own.)
ETA: I have washed all the dishes.
What fandom are you in/do you spend most of your time in?
Legend of Korra! Specifically the Lincentric part, because cranky middle-aged superheroines are love, and I still adore the complexity of the Beifong family's dysfunctions and the impact they had on Republic City.
Where do you hang out online?
Twitter, Tumblr, and I'm still blogging about social justice, pop culture and auscore with yiduiqie at No Award.
What are you reading?
I started The Dark Forest, the second book in Li Cixin's Three-Body Problem trilogy, but the library's ePub is super buggy -- turning pages takes 15 seconds, and it loses my place every time I put my Kobo to sleep.
I meant to try it on my iPad, but accidentally started reading The Disorderly Knights by Dorothy Dunnett instead. Only a million years after everyone I knew in Harry Potter fandom was obsessed with Dunnett's books, I'm finally reading them myself. They are quite hard work! Rewarding, but also a challenge, especially if you're an instinctive speed reader like me. I really have to force myself to slow down and find the plot hidden in the dense prose.
Oh yeah, and I'm also reading A City Lost And Found: Whelan the Wrecker's Melbourne, which is a combination of urban archaeology, local history and a working class-eye view of the twentieth century.
So, you know, just a few things.
What are you watching?
I've been watching The X-Files! I'm into season 9, and ... look, I knew the last few seasons had a bad rep, but there was a point back in season 4 when I really looked forward to Mulder leaving.
I have regrets.
But I am determined to finish the damn series, and I really like Doggett, and Reyes has a lot of promise, although she feels like a much more nebulous character than any of the others. And I liked the bit in the season 8 finale where Skinner shot Krycek in the head.
What are you making?
So the reason I cleaned nothing last weekend is because I needed to finish revising the novel I wrote and submit it for the Ampersand Prize.
It is a middle-grade contemporary boarding school novel, which I started back in 2012 and kept having to put down because I was busy with other projects. I finished it a few months ago, knowing that it needed heavy revisions, and when I found out that the Ampersand Prize existed, I realised that I absolutely had to enter it.
You see, my original pitch to myself with this novel was "Malory Towers with a social media policy", only as it turns out, the school is co-ed and social media isn't really a factor in the story at all. And the Ampersand Prize is run by Hardie Grant Egmont, which publishes the Enid Blyton school stories that inspired me. This could work against me, but I figured that made it worth a shot.
Anyway, it was finished last week, and while I don't expect to win, long-listed titles often get editorial notes, which I would value a lot. I'm trying not to think about it too much until it's all over, though.
Now I'm tossing up three ideas for my next project, trying to decide which to write next. All require research, and I plan to use NaNo as a time to do a very rough first draft/outline/getting to know the story and figure out what it wants to be type of thing.
Since I'm equally excited about all three projects, I'm thinking that I'll go with the one that has the most international and commercial potential -- I guess I'll talk about it in more detail in a locked entry -- but it's hard to choose.
What are you squeeing about today?
I'm honestly pretty excited that the bathroom is clean.
(Signs you may in fact be a grown up...)
If you could rope old fandom friends into a new fandom, it would be...
violetisblue has taken out a restraining order to make me stop recommending the Avatarverse to her.
I should really watch/read/dive into _______ and then come talk to you about it!
This was a recurring theme at Continuum, and I'm speaking to the choir a bit here, everyone should read The Steerswoman and sequels by Rosemary Kirstein.
What else is on your mind?
Why do I have so many surfaces that require dusting?
( The 'Princess of the Dragon Flats' sequel, 3652 words. )
( The one where Toph (and Sokka) died during Yakone's escape, 1677 words. )
1. Favorite place.
I am fond of libraries, book stores and my house, but choosing one specific favourite is HARD.
2. Favorite fanwork you made.
By a very long margin, "The Princess of the Dragon Flats". I mean, I know everyone goes for the one they did most recently, but I was really happy with the way it turned out. My previous longer fics have always dragged in the middle, and while the pace slows at a couple of points, I don't think this actually drags.
Additionally, I've been getting lovely feedback praising my attention to the tropes and nuances of noir and hardboiled detective fiction. This is especially great because my research consisted of: (1) reading a lot of Raymond Chandler in my early teen; and (2) reading a bunch of essays about features common to the less well-known hardboiled detectives. (Which is how I discovered that a considerable portion of such characters have disabilities as a result of WW1. This cemented my plan to make it a story about Lin without her bending, permanently as far as she can see, and also The Thing That Happens At The End.)
(I did just re-read some Chandler while plotting out the possible-sequel-if-I-ever-have-time, and realised that I did make one genre/setting booboo -- Chandler's detectives drive everywhere, and the car is really important to every aspect of the plot and setting. Whereas I have Lin driving very little, and the plot actually depends somewhat on Republic City's public transport systems. Oooops.)
3. Classical novel you wish you never read.
I can't think of any classical novels I regret reading, but I do wish I could wipe my memory and read Pride and Prejudice for the first time again. I was given an abridged and bowdlerised copy when I was about seven, and I've often wondered what it would be like to read the original and not know how it ended.
4. First fandom.
Officially Star Trek: The Next Generation, but I was engaging in fannish behaviour about kids shows and my mother's soap operas for as long as I can remember.
5. Do you collect anything? If so, what?
Postcards? Here in Australia -- this may be universal, IDK -- cafes have stands of free postcards, some of which carry stylish advertising and some of which are art prints. I have a whole box of them, along with the many, many postcards I buy whenever I'm in a museum or art gallery store. One of my vague plans for this weekend is to actually put them on my wall.
6. Favorite book/movie/tv show/whatever you never managed to be fannish for.
There are lots of things I love without feeling fannish, but I guess the big one is the Marvel Movieverse? I like it, I have lots of opinions about it, I very occasionally read fic, but I've never felt compelled to make anything myself, and I often Tumblr save it just because I get tired of the same faces.
7. Favorite season of the year
Spring and autumn!
8. Mountains, or ocean?
Ocean. It's probably an Australian thing, but I don't like living more than an hour's drive from a large body of water.
9. Has there ever been a book/movie/tv show/whatever that was so bad you couldn't stop watching?
The Last Airbender. Man, that was so bad, but it was like a scab I couldn't stop picking. I couldn't seem to stop myself from first ~acquiring it, and then torturing myself by skipping through scenes. (It didn't help that I have a longstanding crush on Dev Patel, and he and Sean Toub were actually doing decent work with terrible writing.)
Finally I persuaded weaverandom to come over and watch it with me, but that kind of backfired, because she was driving, so we couldn't drink. We made it nearly all the way through, but then Yue said, "We need to show the Fire Nation that we believe in our beliefs," and the DVD player just went, "Yeah, nuh" and died.
(Speaking of Yue, Seychelle Gabriel also worked very hard at not being terrible, and it's really depressing how the few actors of colour were so much more talented than the white kids playing whitewashed characters.)
10. Ice cream, cake, or pie?
This is a big call, but while I was in Canada, I came to the conclusion that pie is the best dessert there is.
Of course, then I found out I'm gluten-intolerant, and I've yet to find a GF pie that isn't terrible, but I still stand by my assertion.
Captain Awkward is often a good source of this, but my other go-tos are:
Ask A Manager -- it totally offers legitimate workplace advice! And useful guidance on managing interpersonal issues in a professional environment! And occasionally "only in America" hilarity, like when the blogger freaks out because unions exist, or the post about whether or not it's illegal to carry a concealed weapon at work. (Spoilers! In some American states it is TOTALLY LEGAL! There was a whole thread of foreigners going, "Whut?")
Etiquette Hell -- the anti-Captain Awkward! Because where CA and her commenters, toxic and self-righteous as they often are, aren't ... well, they wouldn't judge you for organising your own birthday dinner. Or tell you off for using the term "slut shaming". What I'm saying is, there are trainwrecks EVERYWHERE here. (The commentariat is often better than the actual blogger, in that they go, "What the hell, that advice was totally wrong! And also makes a lot of assumptions about you that may not be applicable!")
But my current favourite trainreck is this post from Ask A Manager: My boss has romantic phone conversations that bother me because I'm single. OP is very sad about being single, and feels like the boss is being deliberately coupled to spite them! When complaints fail, OP resorts to passive-aggressive silent treatment and complaining about the boss to their mutual friends!
My boss sat me down for a tough conversation at the beginning of the following workweek, addressing the unprofesionalism of my email, the need for me to better understand my role in the organization, and that the concerns I had laid out about her managerial style were unacceptable to express. Regarding the romantic phone calls, she was defensive, claiming that they weren’t “recreational” in nature (which was a total lie). She said I should put on headphones if I didn’t want to hear her personal conversations.
IMAGINE MY SHOCK WHEN IT TURNED OUT THE OP WAS MALE. Not that women don't engage in outrageous behaviour at work (I totally recommend AAM's archives), but that mixture of self-righteousness, entitlement and passive aggression? Totally dudely. And, again, this isn't Captain Awkward, so no one in the comments has actually gone, "Uh, dude, you are acting like Walter White, and not in the cool drug lord way."
(Though there is this comment:
In one of AAM’s replies, she is implying that the OP is male, which, if true, makes me look at the issue a little differently.
In my past, I’ve encountered men who believe that a relationship is something that they “have,” like a nice car or a TV; that a relationship is something that they “deserve,” perhaps more than other people deserve one; or that’s “unfair” that they don’t have a relationship. It is not fun to be in a relationship with someone who thinks this way–they may not think of their female partner as a possession, but you can’t work with them to grow the relationship as an organic thing that exists between the two of you because they think of the relationship as a possession that you’re threatening. (Maybe there are women who think like this too, but I guess I wouldn’t know…)
I got a bit of this vibe from the way the OP takes offense at his(?) boss having a relationship when he doesn’t. Why does that matter? It seems nonsensical, like being upset that someone else is religious when you’re not. It’s not that the boss “has” something that the OP does not. It’s just a part of life that you can choose to pursue or not as your own taste and personality lead you.
IN CONCLUSION, I am going to be spending today reading this and rolling around laughing. And also writing wrong bad terrible fic that I am legit ashamed of, and also some blog posts and some of the million other things I'm meant to be doing. My point is, rolling around laughing is going to be a thing.
That second link goes to a crowdfunding page. If they reach their goal, they will also qualify for a $2000 grant from the Tasmanian government, so if you have a few bucks to spare, I strongly encourage you to chuck them this way!
I feel like this is one of those stories that easily slips under the radar; I'm glad I let curiosity get the best of me. In reading this I realise how much I've needed this kind of Lin-centric story. Your interpretation of her character is strong and engaging, and so too is your depiction of Republic City and its facets. The story is moving along at the just the right pace and I really am interested in the mystery that is Megumi. Despite the fact that we haven't met her yet, she feels very tangible as a character in this world.
Looking forward to future chapters and I hope this story garners more attention from readers. It's definitely worth it and I appreciate what it offers to stand out amongst all the rest.
I'v received several lovely pieces of feedback for the fic, but that there is exactly where I wanted the reader to be at this point in the story. I hope she enjoys the rest of it!
This year, I'm doing memberships for Continuum, so it won't absorb too much of my time until closer to the convention, and the other project is slowly drawing to completion. So I got a card.
( My Trope Bingo card )
(I'm very finicky about AUs. Anything that's different from canon has to be traceable to the single altered event, otherwise it just falls apart for me.)
(This is the for-want-of-a-nail type AU, not the barista/law firm/Melbourne hipster type of AU.)
Needless to say, we didn't get the 13 fics we were aiming for, but I posted two, and violetisblue posted two, which don't seem to be on the AO3 but they're bloody marvellous.
Then we kind of stalled.
Anyway, I wrote "The Nightmare Room", but my betas said it needed work, and I was like, "Work? PAH!" and went off to do something else. Or so I assume. Anyway, 8000 words in which the Doctor and Romana are trapped in the TARDIS and there's something else in there with them.
(violetisblue described it as a story about advanced auto-repair.)
( And please be forgiving; this really is quite rough. )
...only I often find my first lines don't stand all that well on their own, so I'm being self-indulgent and doing first ... bits. Lines, paragraphs, whatevs. Includes completed stories, early drafts that were sufficiently different to get a separate file, etc. Going by the date the GoogleDoc was last changed.
( Here is a cut tag! )
And then my assignment came, and it was all, "Oh, Liz, you should totally write [INSERT THING HERE]! It's so great, Liz. You're so great."
(That last bit probably didn't actually happen.)
Now I get to write [INSERT THING HERE]! ...just as soon as I get my Christmas parcels mailed (LAST MINUTE EXPRESS!), and my new computer system sorted (WINDOWS 8, YOU ARE PRETTY, BUT YOU ARE DUMB) and my 40 gig of music put in order. Oh yeah, that involves figuring out iTunes 11. What the hell, Apple, what the hell?
WHITE LOTUS AW YIIIIIEAH.