owl: Guard your honour. Let your reputation fall where it will. (And outlive the bastards.) - Aral Vorkosigan (bujold)
I'm sure you're all tired of hearing my woes about the Bujold ficathon, as I've talked about nothing else for the past week. Having finally panted to the deadline, I have instantly been seized by three more Vorkosigan plot bunnies. Such is life.

  • Title: My Heart and My Honour
  • Author: [livejournal.com profile] jediowl
  • Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] altariel1

  • Rating/any warnings: Mentions of rape and torture, so, um, no under-10s? Rather less graphic than the books, anyway. Contains traces of Miles. Is ridiculously long.

  • Any other information: This fic owes a great deal to [livejournal.com profile] ajhalluk, both for a very thorough beta-reading, and for mentioning some author called Lois McMaster Bujold so often that when I saw a book called Cetaganda on a library shelf, I said, 'This seems familiar...'


  • Summary: [livejournal.com profile] altariel1 requested a 'missing scene' (e.g. his face-off with Aral from The Vor Game, or the conversation with Cordelia about Serg, or the moments before the drop from the balcony).
    Being permanently unable to make up what I'm pleased to call my mind, I did two missing scenes, weighing in at a total of >8000 words.
    Set during the closing part of The Vor Game. Gregor dealing with power, what his father was, and growing up.


Part I: Aral


Read more... )

I'm not quite finished with Cordelia's bit yet; it should follow tomorrow.

ETA: Part II: Cordelia
owl: woe is the Doctor (woe)
I missed part of the middle because my uncle Jim came to dinner, but


Spoilers )
owl: Miles Vorkosigan: We have advanced to new and surpising levels of bafflement (milesbaffled)
I've almost finished my Bujold ficathon entry. Half of it (3400 words!) is typed, and I just need an ending. Oh, and a beta. Preferably someone who'll do more than just proof-read, who'll say, 'That doesn't work' or 'I can't see Gregor saying that'.

Every time I enter a ficathon, my fic always ends up turning into The Son of War and Peace (or Vor and Peace, in this case. Ow.) And the sort where you swap fics—it's like Christmas. You always end up with socks. And I always have a mad panic, like the current one. WHEN AM I GOING TO TYPE ALL THIS!!!

ETA: In a big mad frantic session. 7564 words. My wrists hurt. And it still tails off feebly at the end.

Doctor Who is apparently on at 6.35 tonight. Or maybe 7.25. This means I have to keep checking the television. And there will be some stupid presenter who really annoys me (Please, Auntie Beeb, taking Graham Norton out of the slot before the Doctor. I can't stand him, or Strictly Come Making an Idiot Of Yourself, either.)

In good news, my company have finally corrected my NI number, after five weeks and three time of asking. Yay.
owl: (smudgey)
On Tuesday there was a woman on the bus with a cat in a carrier. Today she was back, with another cat in the carrier, and in a bed in a wire box a queen and four tiny wee kittens. They were three weeks old or so, with their eyes just open, and they kept trying to swim up the sides of their bed. Their claws were still unretracted and they had those paddle-shaped feet that very young kittens have. They were simply adorable.

We took our cats for a walk (we wanted to see the bluebells in the fort down the road), and a family passed us on bicycles and Smudge (see icon) hid in the hedge for ten minutes. I was also out on my fungicidal mission again. It seems to be well mixed into the flowerbed.

Oh, and the Home Office is cracking down on illegal immigrants—the ones that were working as cleaners in the Home Office that is. You couldn't make this up. They should come to us to see our pile of rejected applications for medical cards. Reason for coming to UK: higher standard of living. Sorry, no visa, no medical card.
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Cut for Girl Underwear Talk )

Now I must go and shower, and I really must work on my Vorkosiverse ficathon entry...
owl: Guard your honour. Let your reputation fall where it will. (And outlive the bastards.) - Aral Vorkosigan (bujold)
Dear Cordelia: Will you please, just for a foolscap page or so, just shut up psychoanalysing everyone? Thank you.

Dear Gregor: Talk to me, dammit.

Dear Aral: I know you're the strong silent type, but can you work with me a little on this one, please?

Dear Miles: Sod off. You've been very clever and your parents are excessively proud of you, and Count Piotr and Bothari are dancing an underground jig together, so will you please go away now? Let Gregor have some attention for a change.

I've spent the early part of the evening digging fungus out of the flowerbed. It's pale brown and wrinkled, sort of ear-shaped, and it came in the sand that's underneath the flags of the path. Now it's moved into the soil and it grows at a quare rate of knots. I dig it up, three days later it's back.
owl: Stylized barn owl (doc/reinette)
They had pretty good days for Balmoral Show this week. I would quite like to have gone—there were birds of prey there again this year. I liked those when they were there last time. But I had to work.



Spoilers for tGitF )
owl: Lord Peter Wimsey: frightfully bored, or detecting something (peterwimsey)
The spring and summer seem to have come all on top of each other. It's been really warm these last two days, all anticyclonic and hazy heat. The blackthorn is still out, and so are the primrose and the bluebells are starting. I went for a walk in the field opposite our house and I found violets! And celandine, bluebells, stitchwort and primroses. It all smelled of drying mud and that sweet-cocnut smell of whin in bloom.

I love this time of year, when the leaves are all still vivid green, and there's cherry blossom and lilac everywhere. Sadly, I don't think they'd survive up here on our cold, windy hill. Today we had the street at the back concreted. (For my American friends, the street means a bit of hard parallel to the house, not an actual street.) Now we shall be able to wash the car without creating a mudhole.

I found Five Red Herrings for sale for £1.99 in Oxfam. Now there's only Whose Body? that I don't own. Like Swallows and Amazons, where I don't own Picts and the Martyrs, or the Vorkosigan series, where I don't own Diplomatic Immunity...
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Spoilers )


Trailer-level spoilers for next week )
owl: Charlie Eppes. Geek. (geeky)
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Erm. Oops.
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I sent off for my first ever loyalty card today—Boots. I was buying plasters and I thought, why not. I feel very grown up.

I met Gillian and Phil in Subway today. Phil pretended to be Cookie Monster with his cookie. :)
owl: Charlie Eppes. Geek. (geeky)
Spoilers for Buffy, Angel, Lost and Stargate. Some are real (maybe) and some are probably not )

The thing is, if I see people talking about something that looks interesting, I'll usually investigate it. That's why I have 4567 fandoms and no life :-P, and am bad at this meme.
owl: Charlie Eppes. Geek. (geeky)
Here are the icons I was talking about on Saturday.

Teasers:
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There had to be one, didn't there...


More )
owl: (doctorcute)
I'm going out tonight (yay), which means I can't watch Doctor who (boo!). But Monday is a bank holiday, which means I should have lots of time to watch it then (yay!). As long as my brother tapes it for me...

I made a lot of Doctor Who icons, which I don't have time to post. They should also happen Monday or so.
owl: Stylized barn owl (Default)
Something like Quantum
Rose and the Doctor discuss the events in Tooth and Claw. U-rated.

Spoilers up to T&C )
owl: Stylized barn owl (Doctor Who)
A couple of Doctor who questions, does anyone know the answers?


Minor spoilers for episodes already shown in UK )

Thanks!
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The big issue of the last week or so was the case of Lori Jareo, who self-published her Star Wars fanfic and put it up for sale on amazon.com. She's probably the most notorious fanficcer in the world by now. Most of Star Was fandom and the ficcing world is talking about her, generally using synonyms of "stupid" and "idiot".

The responses I wanted to talk about weren't from ficcers, who were mostly concerned about the bad name this fool would give to the rest of fanfic. I was surfing a couple of blogs which have a wider audience, and I kept coming across comments like these:

She should have replaced the names and called it a homage, like real first-time writers do
Er, no. If your hero uses "the Power" to hypnotise people and move rocks around, is an orphan from a desert planet, with a long-lost twin sister and a mysterious enemy with a bad breathing problem, then no publishers will touch it, and even if they did, Lusasfilm would slap you down so hard, you bounce. Do you think it's going to fool the BBC if your thousand-year-old alien with as many lives as a cat travels through time and space in a red telephone box called the SIDRAT, and his mortal enemies shout "ANNIHILATE" before they zap people dead with their dishmops?

You can probably "file off the serial numbers" until the story is about "war in space", "crazy time travellers", or "wizards at school", but by that time, will it be interesting? People who want to write about Yoda or Daleks won't be satisfied with producing generic SF. The "serial numbers", the instantly recognisable characters and settings, are what draws them. They want more Doctor Who or Harry Potter, not something vaguely reminiscent of it. Anyway, even if all the bits that employ copyright lawyers are removed, what's left is probably as derivative as The Sword of Shannara.

Fanfic is a waste of time. It's not even any good for teaching anyone to write original work
You know, I've never met anyone who says, 'I want to write an original novel, but I've used up all my writing ability on fanfic!' Of course there are people who keep saying they're going to do an original but never start (like me), but are they any different from all the people who talk about their great novel idea they've never got around to writing? If you really want to write an original, and have the ability to do so, fanfic isn't going to stop you. And it might be a better novel. Beginning writers often perpetrate annoyingly flawless protagonists, purple prose, sloppy plotting and poor characterisation. However, if it's do as Malfoylvrr88, the situation is not irretrievable. If you are a writer, if you are becoming a writer, then you write and you write and you write. If you are trying to improve as a writer, it doesn't matter if you're practising on fic or originals. All right, fanfic isn't going to teach you worldbuilding. The backcloth is already in place. But the mechanics of writing, on the levels of prose, plot, characterisation, and structure—yes, if your betas know their job, and you are able to view your own writing with a critical mindset.

The thought of a first novel written by a twenty-four-year-old does not tend to inspire confidence. But a twenty-four-year-old who's been writing fic for ten years—Writing fic gets you past the Mary Sue stage. It can teach how to produce coherent prose in a recognisable language, how to avoid the azure orbs school of descriptive writing, how to structure a paragraph, a chapter and a novel, how to handle several subplots, how to write an action scene, how to gain readers' sympathy, how to write a consistent character. It doesn't matter if the character was originally written by someone else; if you can write Hermione Granger of the Fifth Doctor so that they're recognisable as their canonical selves, then you can probably create a self-consistent character over the length of a novel. At the very least, it's a stretching exercise, like writing 500 words in the style of Hemingway or Tolkien.

That is in the best case, where a writer wants to improve in fanfiction, where betas and concrit do their proper job. We've all seen little ego-stroking societies of mutual adoration, or authors who treat criticism like an attempt to mutilate their children, or mediocre writers with hundreds of fans. But this isn't confined to fanficcers—Ann Rice? Dan Brown, anyone? No matter how bad your fic is, there's always an archive that will take it (the Pit of Voles, for one). It doesn't have to rot in 87 slush piles, and you needn't get any rejection letters, unless you submit it to a moderated archive. But the rules of the real world still apply to some extent. If it's crap, people usually won't read it. If it's ludicrous, it will be mocked. If you submit it to a an archive, you may get an email saying 'it's plagiarised/dreck/we don't take Pokemon cross-overs'. Such is life. Bounce off that a few times, and hopefully you won't send death threats to publishing houses that turn down your magnum opus.

Fanfic 'dilutes' the original creation. It will lose the original creator money.
Oh, tosh. The writers and readers of fanfic are the ones with borderline-obsessive interest in the source material. They're the ones who've seen the film 18 times, own all the DVDs, the collectable figurines, the magazines....Fanfic is the methadone they go for when they can't get enough of the real thing. It fills in the gaps and extends into the happily-ever-after and past into the past, explores the scenarios that never happened. It's not going to replace the original work; it's always still there, and the vast majority of the money-paying public don't even know it's there and wouldn't be interested if they did. Sure, you can cut your epic Rise of the Sith into 100-word chunks on Powerpoint, shove it into a data projector and try to get people to pay to see it instead of Revenge of the Sith. Good luck.

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