mizzmarvel: (billy/asgardian/wiccan/whatever)
I was going to write some Blue tonight. In fact, I was just finishing up a post about how excited I was to work on it again when my mom called.

I don't know what possessed me to answer, but I did, and 19 minutes later, I'm feeling as depressed as I usually do when I talk to her. So while I am feeling blue, I am not necessarily feeling Blue.

Besides, in the time it took to ride out the conversation, but computer heated up and now it's doing its obnoxious thing where the trackpad has a mind of its own and wants to delete things. That'd make any real writing pretty aggravating.

An opportunity lost.

ETA: Okay, I wrote a little bit. Just a couple paragraphs. If my computer hadn't been screwing around, I could have gotten a lot more done.
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
Title: Blue (13/?)
Author: MizzMarvel
Fandom: Baby-Sitters Club
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, non-happy BSC things happening, implied het
Disclaimer: The characters therein do not belong to me, but rather Ann M. Martin (who'd probably fillet me if she read what I was doing to her kids on a regular basis). I make no profit off this.
Notes: It’s been too long since I updated this, and I apologize. I tried to make amends by making this chapter extra good; I can only hope I succeeded.

Thank you so much to [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory for audiencing this chapter and reassuring me that I don't totally suck.

Start with Chapter 1

Chapter 13 )
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
So this evening, I sat down and was like, "Hey, what should I write for the rest of this chapter of Blue?"

And I thought about it for a while, and I actually came up with stuff, and then I sat down and writing came out of my HANDS. Like magic! It's not done yet, but I'm midway through the final section and [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory says it doesn't suck!

To prove I actually wrote, here's a snippet:

“Anyway.” Haley dumped her backpack on the table and ran her hand through her long, blonde hair; it was sort of pretty. “Do you want a snack or anything?”

“I’m cool,” I said with a shrug, mostly because I’d learned not to trust anybody in Stoneybrook with the concept of vegetarianism, not even Byron (hello, Altoids totally have gelatin, though I appreciated the effort he went to to make sure my mouth tasted like curiously strong medicine).


Disclaimer: I actually really like Altoids. Game pieces do not actually talk.
mizzmarvel: (namora is golden age gorgeous)
Hm, I seem to be getting a lot of fanfiction.net reviews lately, which is weird considering I only post chapters of Blue there now (and we all know how often that is). A lot of them are for my old X-Men: Evolution fics, most of which were written in high school, which means I'm no longer capable of reading them. Augh. Still, I have a soft spot for them, since they were the first real fics I ever wrote.

(Seriously, I was a Pietro/Rogue shipper. What. Though my huge chapter fic I never finished was going to be Piotr/Rogue...with Pietro/Rogue undertones. Ah, my Rogue-centric youth.)

I'm also getting a lot of Blue reviews. The new chapter is in progress, but unfinished. I know many writers do outlines and plan their stories in a detailed, organized fashion; I wish I worked that way, because it seems like it'd get the ball rolling a lot faster. When I write, I more often than not just let my mind wander for a while and see what happens. I tend to start the story off with a few lines I like and then build the entire plot from there. Sometimes this is successful, sometimes not.

With Blue, I start each chapter with several goals in mind and work through it with the mindset of connecting the dots. I work from Goal One to Goal Two to Goal Three. In the in-progress chapter, I'm on the road to Goal One. Who knows how the scene's going to turn out, but my goals are set in stone, and they're what'll carry me through to the next chapter.

It's not very organized, and in the past I've really written myself into corners by working this way. But I try very hard to always be conscious of characterization, things I want to foreshadow, and so forth. I don't like to give a lot of plans away (though I pretty much spilled all to [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory this weekend -- if I die tragically young without finishing the story, she can give you the scoop), but since I get a lot of reviews that chide me for my harsh characterization of Richard (Jeff's stepdad), I'll say this: Jeff's not always the most reliable narrator.
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
I am writing some Blue today. :DDD

And I was all pleased with my output until I realized that I've only written about five pages of this chapter total, and about two and a half of them today. And then I was sad. But I guess it's better than nothing.

I'd post a snippet, but I couldn't really find a good one.
mizzmarvel: (jessi doubts - entwashian)
I'm rereading the first California Diaries book, CD being a spinoff of the Baby-Sitters Club. This series is different in that it deals with more adult themes (in the first volume alone, Dawn says "hell" and "breasts" -- LE GASP), and it's formatted in the form of diary entries from each narrator. Apparently, at Dawn's California private school, it's mandatory that each student keep a journal, from kindergarten through high school. Which they enforce through the honor system.

Which, uh. Okay. First off, I could not write in kindergarten -- that's what first grade was for. Some kids probably can, but I doubt most do. Second, this means that probably a handful of kids actually write in these journals, despite what Dawn thinks (she assumes that most everyone would write in a journal anyway -- come on). I mean, I actually like to write, but it wasn't until I got a blog that I actually wrote journal entries regularly.

But anyway, this means Jeff has a journal. If I had read CD before starting Blue, I'd have probably tried to format it as his own journal entries, but oh well. I kind of get the feeling that Jeff would be one of the ones just filling up his journal with song lyrics and lists of dirty words in other languages anyway. Along with insulting anecdotes about his sister. In fact, the first CD book gives us a sample of his prose:

I HATE DAWN SHE IS SO STUPID. I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO PLAY WITH HER OR HER STUPID FREINDS WHO NEEDS SISTERS. I WISH I WAS A ONLY CHILD

Sic all over the place. I love it -- Jeff Schafer, you rock my world.
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
I wrote a scene of Blue yesterday, and now things are really starting to percolate for the coming chapter.

And I was just going to post about how I always have two or three goals for a chapter, and that one of my major concerns in writing it is how to plausibly connect the dots between those goals. And how for this chapter, I had no idea how to make my way to the first goal without it being really abrupt and it was freaking me out a little, but then the solution CAME TO ME AS IF IN A VISION (well, literally, considering I envisioned it), so that's no longer a problem.

What is a problem is that now I really want to write, only it's past midnight and I have this thing called "work" to go to in the morning. DDDD: CURSE YOU, LATE NIGHT VISIONS.

ngggh

Jan. 2nd, 2009 11:05 pm
mizzmarvel: (mizzmarvel is frustrated - darthphere)
Still having Internet connection problems -- it goes off for hours, comes back on for hours, goes off for hours again. It's not so fun. Plus, the only channel that worked consistently today was Hallmark, and while that allowed me to watch about six hours of I Love Lucy, this wasn't exactly my ideal day.

Also, I never got called back, so I'm feeling the sting of rejection.

And I chewed off most of my fingernails.

So the day wasn't great.

On the other hand, I wrote a little Blue and plotted some, which I guess is good.
mizzmarvel: (tortoise wins and don't you forget it)
Occasionally I need to look at this doodle that [livejournal.com profile] fate_envies_us drew of me when we were in college:

Read more... )

Because I need to. Really. I'm rereading the whole story right now, and ideas for the next chapter are percolating a little, at least. I'm praying for not-suck in regards to actually writing it.

Also, Apparently I look more like my mom than my dad )

wordle!

Jun. 19th, 2008 12:04 am
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
So I made Blue into a wordle:



As [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory pointed out, this is a pretty accurate depiction of Jeff's brain.
mizzmarvel: (story - becs1024)
As I told [livejournal.com profile] poisonivory earlier, a few days ago I got an idea for a line for Blue. Only I didn't. Like, I had an idea for a certain cadence to a line, with some of the words, but not all of the details filled in. But seriously, for whatever reason, I loved the sound of it, so I wrote down what I could to remember it, adding filler where whole chunks of sentence did not exist.

Looking at the note is kind of hilarious now that I can't even remember what that amazing rhythm was supposed to be. Here is exactly what I wrote down:

OMG SPOILA? Not really )

I AM SO AWESOME. JUST HAND ME THE PULITZER NOW.
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
Title: Blue (12/?)
Author: MizzMarvel
Fandom: Baby-Sitters Club
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, non-happy BSC things happening, implied het
Disclaimer: The characters therein do not belong to me, but rather Ann M. Martin (who'd probably fillet me if she read what I was doing to her kids on a regular basis). I make no profit off this.
Notes: It’s been over a year since I last updated this story. I never intended on letting so much time go by, but I went through some of the worst months of my life this year, which sapped me of a lot of my creative energy. Thank you so much, everyone, for being so patient and so encouraging. It means a lot to me. I just hope this was worth the wait.

And thank you once again to [livejournal.com profile] khirsah and [livejournal.com profile] foozled_up for audiencing this chapter at early and middle stages respectively. Also, new icon. [livejournal.com profile] tarampaiel made this about a hundred years ago, and I just wanted a change.

Start with Chapter 1

Chapter 12 )
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
So I was bitching about a story today, and it dawned on me that Blue, as I envision it, may have the same problem I was griping about. I won't go into detail because it might be slightly spoilery, but it led me to wonder if maybe I should wind the fic down sooner than I anticipated. As in, maybe as soon as the next chapter.

Let me emphasize that immediately after finishing Blue, I'd start a sequel to take care of all the other stuff I was planning. And I was already planning on writing one anyway.

PROS OF DOING THIS

* Actually finishing the damn thing before I hit menopause
* Not feeling like a hypocrite
* Potential to have a tighter narrative
* Trilogies are cool

CONS OF DOING THIS

* Probably temporary feeling of discomfort at deviating from the plan
* Threat of losing interest and not writing either sequel
* General suckitude

Um. Any thoughts? :/

more ohio!

Jul. 7th, 2007 10:16 pm
mizzmarvel: (home)
[livejournal.com profile] the_evident wanted to know how I like Ohio thus far. It's nice! It's very green and rather pretty, with hills and lots of water. The apartment complex [livejournal.com profile] khirsah and I are in right now is actually right on a lake, and if it weren't for the horde of evil geese lurking down by the shore, it would be quite nice.

This area is actually more like southern California than any other part of the Midwest I've been in, in that there are several towns that are more or less adjoined. This makes it seem like a much larger city, which is sort of a relief to me. I don't know, sometimes living in a city that is surrounded by miles and miles of space makes me feel antsy and very secluded from the rest of the world. This feels better.

So, so far, I don't hate it. Go Ohio!

Unrelated - um! Good news! I started the new chapter of Blue tonight. Multiple pages! :D
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
Title: Blue (11/?)
Author: MizzMarvel
Fandom: Baby-Sitters Club
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, non-happy BSC things happening, implied het
Disclaimer: The characters therein do not belong to me, but rather Ann M. Martin (who'd probably fillet me if she read what I was doing to her kids on a regular basis). I make no profit off this.
Notes: Updating with this chapter feels very impulsive, as I anticipated writing one more scene before it'd be finished. It sort of dawned on me that that scene was going to be long on its own, and this chapter was already getting ridiculous, and plus, I kind of liked where I ended it. After some consultation from [livejournal.com profile] joosetta and [livejournal.com profile] entwashian, I decided to post, so. Surprise update! I hope I didn't make the wrong choice. I'm also sporting a keen new icon by [livejournal.com profile] entwashian, as I was tired of the old model.

Thank you very much to [livejournal.com profile] derien for audiencing part of this and assuring me it didn't suck. This one's for her, because she's been long overdue for a chapter of her own.

Start with Chapter 1

Chapter 11 )
mizzmarvel: (tortoise wins and don't you forget it)
I was so very stuck with Blue, making almost no progress at all, that even having the document open with the pretense of working on it gave me a nervous stomachache. Finally, it dawned on me that the painful awkwardness was no longer just a plot device, but poor writing, so I ended up discarding over a page where the plot was going no where and did somewhere simpler with it. It feels a lot better, more natural now, but I'm still just chugging along slowly. Sigh.

In happier news, tonight we went out to the beach in hopes of trying a restaurant I've never eaten at before, the Blue Beet. (Being a childhood fan of Doug, the name immediately made me think, "Ooh ee ooh! Killer tofu!" and then wonder why I can remember stuff like this but not anything from a year of trigonometry.) Unfortunately, the place turned out to be closed for a private Halloween party, so on a whim we ended up eating at an Italian restaurant, Il Farro, which we'd walked past hundreds of times without looking twice at. And my God, that meal was incredible. I had a lovely pasta dish with chicken, tomatoes, mushrooms, and a bit of cream sauce, with the most delicious cream puffs ever. And to think I was going to try out dieting tonight.
mizzmarvel: (namor)
It finally occurred to me that I had been awake too long when I started seriously considering using my free time by learning how to surf.

Ohhhh, Mackenzie, you don't need to pay $200 to wake up early, splash around in the freezing microbe-infested Pacific, develop surfer's ear, and be looked down upon by all the locals. You can be unhappy and uncomfortable here at home, for free!

(Stayed up this late because I finally felt ready to write a little Blue. I only managed about 300 words, but that's 300 words more than I had yesterday, so. Cool.)
mizzmarvel: (byron pike = GAY - wanderingfrog)
[livejournal.com profile] mizzmarvel: Blue, Chapter 11. "And then Byron and I went ahead and had lots of sex. I mean, seriously. Lots. And we continue to do so to this day, so if you'll excuse me... THE END."
[livejournal.com profile] joosetta: WHERE ARE THE DESCRIPTIONS
[livejournal.com profile] joosetta: Im afraid I have to say
[livejournal.com profile] joosetta: I feel this chapter is weak Mackenzie
[livejournal.com profile] mizzmarvel: HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY BRILLIANCE.
[livejournal.com profile] joosetta: D: Well um its just that I think Jeff is OOC. I know this
[livejournal.com profile] joosetta: because I have read
[livejournal.com profile] joosetta: every single bsc book.
[livejournal.com profile] mizzmarvel: Even "Dawn and the Website War"?
[livejournal.com profile] joosetta: HAHA THAT ISNT ONE< YOU WERE BEING SNEAKY TO TRAP ME RIGHT?
[livejournal.com profile] mizzmarvel: DAMN YOU SAW THROUGH MY RUSE.

(LJ-ify your IMs before pasting!)
mizzmarvel: (blue fic)
I am at an odd stage of sleep deprivation where I am groggy enough to be unable to do anything really productive, like write RP posts, but I know if I try to go to bed, I'll just toss and turn for an hour or so. I've been like this for over a month now, and all-nighters don't help. It's really frustrating, and a bit alarming as well.

Anyway, to help myself gear up for writing the next chapter of Blue - hopefully soon! - I nosed around photo galleries for a while and made a few icons, as I'm getting tired of this boys-on-the-fence number I've been using for a while. I think I like one of them well enough to use, so here are the ones I decided to not go with, if you'd like to see or (for whatever reason) use any.

This is how I waste my time )

There were two photos I really, really liked, but were too wide to resize effectively, but what the hey. You take a look, and I'll ramble on and on about them for a bit, okay?

Damn you wideys )

I think writing this post was my ticket to bedtime. THANK GOD.

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