- Bombed the AMC 12
- Went to Columbia interview (not in the city) and had a relatively good time.
- Was amused at how thoroughly PublishAmerica was pwned by Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Guild of America. Don't mess with nerds, yo.
In your LJ, recommend five stories that always work for you.
But, but... Too many fandoms!
October Revolution by librae. After I read this, I knew I would hate her for the rest of my life. Curse you for being so good! Curse you! *shakes fist*
fuck it, john says, waving a hand. the point is, it's my birthday and no one knows where we are. so paul buys him a hamburger to celebrate and presents it with all the pomp and circumstance one might expect from a good english boy, which is to say none.
Out of Time by tatooine. I am such a sucker for little moments (big surprise there, eh?) and this is just awesome. Plus, trains! I do so love places of transition.
He notices, later, when their first days in Ishbal are lost in the blur of sandstorms and dogfights and this death and that victory, as the days slip into weeks slip into months, that he associates Roy with not-fighting.
Markings by legalblonde2005. Remember what I said about little moments? This is a quiet, lyrical look into Jack and Irina. It's sad and complicated and beautiful.
He spends a week there in late November, a city on the other side of the world, where the seasons turn upside down. His wingtips grind dry leaves beneath him as he leaves, and again when he returns, but for this week he lives beside the ocean and calls himself by a different name.
All The Things by Kat. For some reason, the idea of a character having to pull themselves apart to put themselves back together again really, really appeals to me. Here it's Sydney, and it's simple in a way I can only hope to emulate. I don't even really like S/V.
Will used to send her e-mail all the time. Small forwards, little mpegs, bright messages that she'd be pleased to get, welded to her desk in the middle of the office.
Last week, he sent her e-mail. The subject line was, "You" and clearly the message had been sent from his account. He left no name.
Just, "Who are you?"
And then, "Who are you, really?"
Thing by wax_jism and cimness. OK, so I don't really read HP anymore, but for some reason this story keeps bringing me back. There's something gorgeous and and sad about it that I can't put my finger on, but it's there.
The room smells like Remus - wool and dry leaves and sap and somewhere underneath, barely hidden, blood and musk. A fascinating smell, Padfoot has always thought, and he pulls the sheet off the bed and nuzzles through the dusty folds, more of the smell, and he can almost trace the phases of the moon here - the musky scent of the werewolf emerges towards the surface, and it's like being back, that promise, and the smell of the forest and the earth.
There are so many other fics out there that I just adore, but there's no room. Damn.
Recommend five of your own stories that make you happy when you reread them.
This is going to be an "at the moment" type thing, because my atitude toward my work fluctuates every few hours, weeks, minutes.
Not quite sure why I'm constantly drawn to this one, even though I cringe at how depressingly sparse my writing is in it.
Ressurection in Ten Parts
One of the first times my style really began to come together and everything just worked, despite the shitty title, some wording mishaps, and the crazyweird premise.
I totally wrote this for myself, and it shows. In a good way, I hope.
Take It Or Leave It
I like it for many of the same reasons that I like Maybe Tomorrow. It's totally written for my own
Masters Of War
Probably my proudest moment as a writer, ever. And while that's not saying much, it's still saying something. I guess. Yeah.
I'm feeling the rage, so yeah:
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