time-crunch

There is something vaguely disturbing when ordering new checks is the high point of my day, but hell, I'd been putting that off for weeks. Banks make me nervous, see, particularly since my run-in with the Evil Bank Teller From Hell when I was first setting up my account. She had this way of looking at me and inserting meaningful pauses into her answers that made me feel about six inches tall. *shivers* Fortunately, she doesn't work there anymore, and the new teller was very patient with my lack of check-ordering knowledge.

Bought a book on the history of terror as a war tactic, in hopes that it will be A) interesting and B) useful for my linked series of stories set in a several decades long guerilla war rebellion type thing. Unfortunately, I will not be able to read it over Thanksgiving, as I must spend my free time watching films for my class, so as to be prepared for the final. Also, my 15-page paper on Chaplin's The Great Dictator is due a week from Thursday. Yipe!

And now I have to pack for tomorrow. And read Milton. I hate the end of semester. I have no time anymore!

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Somebody explained the rings from The Magician's Nephew to me. The general idea of magnetic polarity is a good one, but I don't think one can get a substance from a place out of time. A place out of the world, maybe, but I think Time's a little harder to catch hold of that way.

So I'm still stuck on the stupid Harry/Tom duology. Bother it all. While waiting for inspiration, I really ought to just sit down and bash out the rest of "Sir Ron and the Green Knight." Then I can send it to Quetzle and she can rip my bad inserted French phrases to shreds. Ah, the perils of trying to write Fleur Delacour...

writing update -- "Fire"

A few days ago, I finished a vaguely depressing Hermione monologue to go along with Lies, my vaguely depressing post-OoP Ginny monologue. The trouble is that it feels a bit like two separate stories and I'm not sure whether they're supporting or undermining each other. I took a fair bit from my own childhood, and I think I may have gone overboard on that. *sigh*

In any case, I've sent it to Vicky for a check-over, and if she hasn't finished it before Thanksgiving, I can catch her in person at home. *evil laughter* I should probably also send it to my betas, but I feel bad asking them so recently after chapter 6 of Secrets, particularly since lasultrix has been having computer problems. Sometimes I wish I weren't so tentative about these things. I hate to feel I'm being a bother.

Definitely need to work on "Sir Ron and the Green Knight." I want these one-shots out of the way when I start chapter 7 of Secrets. But on the other hand, there is still packing... *wails* I'm so disorganized today! And I know I won't get any sleep tonight; I never do before trips. It isn't fair!

[Fic] "Wearing Thin," excerpt -- Harry Potter; thoughts on dreams and fiction

I get a lot of my ideas from dreams. I don't think this is particularly common, but it's always worked for me -- mostly because I tend to dream in narrative form. Also, my dreams are weird. Even the most normal dream I've had in a long time (going to a family reunion with my mom, and having my clothes intermittently vanish as we walked through a park) was simply an interlude in a saga about a giant locked up in an attic with a tiny golden key, and people searching through a lighthouse to find the key because the giant, named Albertus Maximus, was needed to fight an evil witch. I was supposed to go to the lighthouse but the family reunion interrupted.

In any case, I had a dream a few months back in which Indiana Jones and Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer were having sex and discussing anal sex as related to oral sex. I decided this was damn weird even for me, and tried to ignore it... except it decided it wanted to be written even when I don't have a good working familiarity with Buffy or Indy canon. So I switched Indy for Bill Weasley (hey, it sort of works) and invented a Muggle librarian named Greg Atkins. And the story went philosophical on me as usual, and they wouldn't shut up about reciprocity and equality in relationships, but hey, I finally finished it this evening!

It's called "Wearing Thin," and is somewhere around a medium R rating. ( Here's an excerpt )

Anyway, it's still un-betaed, but the full version will probably appear on The Dark Arts in a few weeks.

Still not packed! Wah! And my grandmother is coming with my dad and wants to see my room and it's a mess and I need to vacuum! *wails and dives under the covers* If I curl up really tight, I can pretend it's not happening.