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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2008|11:17 am]
Autumn's in the air here in Bucks County-- shockingly early, but then, the seasons have been doing funny things these past few years. My lawn's already going brown, and the new issue of Knitty isn't even out yet. Quelle honte, hein?

One day left 'till I return to the hallowed halls of GS, recommence a yearlong Gilmore Girls marathon with my dear roomie, and... Hopefully enjoy classes this time around? Yes. I know I will. The workload will be greater, I know, but I'll love what I'm doing so infinitely more that it won't matter. Right? Right?

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Chapter two of A Run At The Past is underway. Hope to have it done in the next few days.
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YOU WANNA BETA? PLEASE? [Aug. 24th, 2008|03:48 am]
1,175 words written of a follow-up to Love Is Not All. This fic, I hope, will be adventure-fueled, with more than a realistic dose of Rose/Ten II shippy stuff, including "erotic" passages and introspective zone-outs.

Question now is...

Who wants to beta?

Pleasepleaseplease? Somebody? Anybody? Love me and tend to my short attention span and issues with plotting things without plotting in huge plotholes? I return the favor. Only I'm not British, at all, so if you're looking to be britpicked for cultural accuracy, I am not your girl.

But really, though. Please.
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Fic: Ghosts [Aug. 20th, 2008|02:19 am]
Title: Ghosts
Author: lpmufinfiend
Pairing: Implied Rose/Ten; Rose/Alt!Ten
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 480
Spoilers: through Journey's End
Summary: The Doctor returns. Nothing happens.
Inspired By: Ghosts-- Ladytron. listen here.

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Fic: Love Is Not All, 2/2 [Aug. 18th, 2008|12:43 pm]
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Halp. [Aug. 17th, 2008|09:23 pm]
[mood |annoyedneedful of sex-spiration]

Is it just me, or does smut go slower than self-indulgent psychobabble, in the writing?

500 words down, with an estimated 1,500 to go. I need mood music. Suggestions, anyone? Also, the matter of a beta. I never really expected I'd have any great shakes in terms of readership, and so I wrote mostly for the joy of it-- But what if I get all redundant and narsty-arse cliche-y, or leave an importanto thought unfinished, or am just bad at scripting sex? What then?

As with most things, the doing is rather easier than the writing-about. An example? On a lazy day, wouldn't you rather stand up and go get a glass of milk from the kitchen than impeccably document the details of such an action, which meanwhile would be fictional? Bah. But I rant! Really, it's not all that bad-- I know just what I want to happen, y'see, but there's the whole matter of joining all the actions in order to produce one whole and fluid act. Which is not so much a concern in real life, as one has the automatic, standardized sequencing done for them by that little gem of a dimension, Time.

Ironic, given the fandom in question, eh?

As I said-- Mood music. *saunters off to track some down*...

***EDIT: 1,125 words down... maybe as much to go. Ought to be up by tomorrow night!
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Two, two, two fics in one! (post.) [Aug. 10th, 2008|12:52 am]
Right-o, then, seeing as how I forgot to post my latest fic to my journal along with the Doctor/Rose comm, and as I've written another since, I thought I might get it all out in one convenient ficdump. So here goes.

Title: His True Self
Author: lpmufinfiend
Pairing Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Word Count: 661
Spoilers: Journey's End, nothin' else.
Summary: My own, very possibly entirely too one-track interpretation of what, in the shippiest of worlds, the Doctor might have been thinking during a scene of Journey's End.
Author's Note before the fact: This is my first fic in a rather long time, and my first Doctor Who fic at all. Please review if you read! Feedback's the only way I can hope to get better. That, and practice. But for all I know, I could be practicing the wrong stuff!

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And here's the second, a post-Journey's End fic, of which I'm ashamed, because there are literally hundreds of these, and here I had to add mine to the stack, because I have no self-control.

Title:Love Is Not All (1/1?)</b>
Author: lpmufinfiend
Pairing: Rose, AltTen
Rating: Light R?
Word Count: 2115
Spoilers: through Journey's End
Summary:I might be driven to sell your love for peace,// Or trade the memory of this night for food.// It may well be. I do not think I would. -- Edna St. Vincent Millay, Love Is Not All.

A/N: Drop me a line if you care 'nuff to want me to go ahead and write the smut. Something in me wouldn't do it. Must be the tease. Or the apathetic wife-of-25-years that lives in all of us, just waiting to withhold when the opportunity arises.

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It's Baaa-aack.... Sort of. [Aug. 6th, 2008|03:23 am]
I'm very officially a Doctor Who fangirl now. written my first fic, and everything. It's up at time_and_chips . My RL friends would call this a backward slide, but really, I'm inclined to say it's a step forward. My secret dream? Run away to Canada and write for some Sci-fi show. *sigh*.... Don't we all just wish. Even though stuff for writers sucks these days. I'd do it for the love, and eat out of garbage cans, and sleep in a pimped-out U-Haul truck in the parking lot of a 7-11, whose native-Moroccan staff I'll have solidly befriended.

Do they have 7-11's in Canada? Sure hope so. Their iced coffee beats Wawa's by a mile with a sledgehammer. I'm a fan. Also, it's where I get my weekly French language fix. Granted, in this ideal world, I'd be living in Canada, and what are French Canadians for, anyway, even if they are half-unintelligible? I had this dream once, where I had to direct a French Canadian family to the nearest restroom in some mall--in French--but their odd, spittle-y accents made it darn hard to understand what they wanted in the first place. Dream logic, though, I grasped what they were after within a minute (or maybe it was the toes-turned-in, gotta-go stances they all assumed?) and showed the way.


What's the chances Doctor Who has ten more years left to go? Anybody think so? I think so. I sure as hell hope so. Otherwise, I'm out of a dream job. Boo.

Anyway, how's everybody been?
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It's official. I cannot stop.

I play piano, have for two years, and just started jazz lessons. I can't read music, but give me a CD in the morning and come back at dinner and I can play you the whole thing by ear (granted that it's not, like, Beethoven or Saint-Saens, or something. Those classical frakkers get mad complicated, and involve too many instruments).

I cannot, however, play string bass or church organ or harpsichord or Ominous Dancefloor (lol, right?), and so having the musical typing feature on my laptop is so the crazies. In a good way. I have done nothing but write, play and record for two weeks straight. Also having an electric piano in my room here at home is handy. I don't have that in my dorm. Which is good, I guess, 'cause I do little enough work as it is.

BUT OMGZ. SO HAPPY. Technology is finally facilitating my growth as an artist *fluffs hair and looks pompous*.

I need to make some money so I can buy JamPacks (basically, booster packs of more instruments), which means working up the courage to inquire at the omgfantastic used records store, and the bookstore which I bum around in pretty much every day of my life. I might as well work there as it is, I spend so much time in there.

Worst-case I look for a job in the town where my school is. I'm pretty much only experienced in landscaping and salesladying (yes, a verb!), but I fold clothing militantly and I can fix a broken bike. I could always sell shortbread. I make good shortbread.
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Random? [Dec. 28th, 2007|10:04 am]
[mood |hyperADD (not kidding)]

Eww. I just found out that you can get notified when a random person uploads a userpic. Now excuse me, I mean, it's not like I'm concerned anyone will request to be notified if *I* get new icons, but... It's an odd and(seemingly) pointless feature. I mean, if somebody makes a shareable icon, they'll post it, right?


But that's not the main or only thing I'm posting about. Question: Has anybody seen Atonement or Juno? Both are showing in a small local theater, and I just wanted to know if either, both, or neither is worth going to. I've only got so much time, see.

Who's psyched for Atlantis?!? 'Fraid I'll only be around to catch the first episode in person, then it'll be fits and spurts on the Tivo. The promo looks pretty dramatic, though. I'm excited, and it's not even really my main squeeze, you know, in the way of fandom. I'm just so excited to watch Rodney be all smart and sassy and John be all scruffy and cute and Sam be all... well, Sam. And all the awesomeness that implies.

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(no subject) [Dec. 25th, 2007|09:29 pm]
Oy. Real life ate me, but this time only briefly. My break is almost a month long, so all the tests and projects and suchlike happen right before we get off. I had a poetry portfolio due in the last day, and putting that sucker together took forever. I did most of my best work in forms before it was assigned, and my cher professeur sees everything good I write (that is not fannish-- I would get laughed out of the classroom), so I had to write all new stuff. Some of which, actually, was not bad. I mean, my pantoum was sort of odd, but those generally are. I wrote a great sequel to "Proud Maisie", a ballad by Sir Walter Scott, wherein a robin predicts the protagonist's death, but wherein she does not die. Which bugged me. In my sequel, she does die. I suppose I ficced a bard, but hellz, who could blame me? The dude has (had) major issues with follow-through.

Anyway, thusly, I am SOOOOO late with my hiatusthon fic(s?). So I am finishing those *feels bad*...

OMG Christmas was good. Among presents which may be of interest to 'flist:

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I strongly suspect that my mother buys me DVDs for Christmas because she knows it'll keep me in one place long enough to do her laundry. Pretty much all I do when I'm home is fold laundry. My mom got me started folding at a young age, and for a while there I was pretty shabby, but I've since grown up enough to have developed OCD about such things. Also I am secretly an origami nerd, so that helps (or doesn't help, depending on your perspective-- if I'm folding with you and you happen to be a less precise folder than I am, I will unfold everything you've done and refold it my way, which is inarguably the better way).

Anyhow, Merry Christmas, flisties. And happy Boxing Day.
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