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First of all, I would just like to say that I wrote SIXTEEN stories this year. This is a big fucking deal for me, since I write slowly and get distracted often, but it's particularly monumental when you realize I basically wrote nothing until August. I wrote sixteen stories!
What happened to me was Atlantis. I can't really explain why, but for, oh, almost a year before last August (really, ever since I wrote "Fire & Rain" over in popslash), everything I tried to write was a constant struggle. I couldn't nail anything down, I couldn't get words to line up, I didn't like them once I did, and I was basically really frustrated and slightly concerned. I've been doing this writing thing since about the fourth grade, and although this isn't the first dry spell I've hit, *it's unfun every single time.* I always worry that I won't get it back.
I started reading up on Atlantis fic last summer, but I didn't have any burning desire to write it until the sga_flashfic "Skirt" challenge came out. It was a day or two before the challenge closed, and nobody had yet written Carson in a great-kilt. Which I thought was a goddamn shame, because I love me a kilt. So I said to myself, "What the fuck, surely I can knock out one pitiful scene of kilt-porn. It's only flashfic."
From that day forth, I swear to you people, it was like someone set plastic explosives under a big, solid motherfucking door in my brain and blasted it wide open. I haven't been able to *stop* writing. About half the fic I've turned out has been Atlantis, but I quickly realized I now have the ability to open up old files that have been sitting pathetic and incomplete on my hard-drive for literally years, and run with them. You don't even know how many things I'm juggling right now, from fandoms all over the map, things I hadn't been able to make progress on since I don't even know when! I was writing so much, I actually had to update my website *g*
Anyway, I almost hate to declare a cut-off at this point, because I have a couple more stories coming out on scheduled deadlines pretty quickly, and I have at least two others that are almost done I swear it, but at some point you have to call it, so as of midnight on January 31, here's what I wrote and went live with in 2005:
Regimental (SGA, Beckett/Ford kilt-porn)
Handsome Johnny (SGA, Ford-centric gen/pre-slash)
Hope Chest (due South, Francesca-centric)
The Fortune-Teller (Firefly/BtVS, Kaylee/Tara)
Lexicon (Sentinel, Jim/Blair post-series)
Be Cool (SGA, Sheppard/McKay stoned-porn)
Outward Bound (Angel/SGA, Gunn/Ronon)
The Bee-Charmer (SGA, Teyla/Ronon schmoop)
as Betty Plotnick, Sharp (popslash, AJ/Justin)
and, of course, the 800-pound gorrilla of Hth's interior life this year, the Alpha Centauri stories -- Contact, Contraband, Conscience, Contagious, Prime, Perimeter, and Nothing Rhymes (SGA, Sheppard/McKay/Ronon)
Check me out! SIXTEEN!
Behind the cut, the same 14 questions I answered last year. Read on, those of you who just can't get enough of writers talking about their own work...
( and you know who you are )
What happened to me was Atlantis. I can't really explain why, but for, oh, almost a year before last August (really, ever since I wrote "Fire & Rain" over in popslash), everything I tried to write was a constant struggle. I couldn't nail anything down, I couldn't get words to line up, I didn't like them once I did, and I was basically really frustrated and slightly concerned. I've been doing this writing thing since about the fourth grade, and although this isn't the first dry spell I've hit, *it's unfun every single time.* I always worry that I won't get it back.
I started reading up on Atlantis fic last summer, but I didn't have any burning desire to write it until the sga_flashfic "Skirt" challenge came out. It was a day or two before the challenge closed, and nobody had yet written Carson in a great-kilt. Which I thought was a goddamn shame, because I love me a kilt. So I said to myself, "What the fuck, surely I can knock out one pitiful scene of kilt-porn. It's only flashfic."
From that day forth, I swear to you people, it was like someone set plastic explosives under a big, solid motherfucking door in my brain and blasted it wide open. I haven't been able to *stop* writing. About half the fic I've turned out has been Atlantis, but I quickly realized I now have the ability to open up old files that have been sitting pathetic and incomplete on my hard-drive for literally years, and run with them. You don't even know how many things I'm juggling right now, from fandoms all over the map, things I hadn't been able to make progress on since I don't even know when! I was writing so much, I actually had to update my website *g*
Anyway, I almost hate to declare a cut-off at this point, because I have a couple more stories coming out on scheduled deadlines pretty quickly, and I have at least two others that are almost done I swear it, but at some point you have to call it, so as of midnight on January 31, here's what I wrote and went live with in 2005:
Regimental (SGA, Beckett/Ford kilt-porn)
Handsome Johnny (SGA, Ford-centric gen/pre-slash)
Hope Chest (due South, Francesca-centric)
The Fortune-Teller (Firefly/BtVS, Kaylee/Tara)
Lexicon (Sentinel, Jim/Blair post-series)
Be Cool (SGA, Sheppard/McKay stoned-porn)
Outward Bound (Angel/SGA, Gunn/Ronon)
The Bee-Charmer (SGA, Teyla/Ronon schmoop)
as Betty Plotnick, Sharp (popslash, AJ/Justin)
and, of course, the 800-pound gorrilla of Hth's interior life this year, the Alpha Centauri stories -- Contact, Contraband, Conscience, Contagious, Prime, Perimeter, and Nothing Rhymes (SGA, Sheppard/McKay/Ronon)
Check me out! SIXTEEN!
Behind the cut, the same 14 questions I answered last year. Read on, those of you who just can't get enough of writers talking about their own work...
( and you know who you are )
