Sun, sea... and french keyboards

Well, I'm back. It was fun in France and I filled out almost forty pages full of a variety of different ficlets and snippets for Ivory and Ebony. I don't know how many I'll actually use, but I had fun writing them. I do however have a very nice post-Chaos War fic lined up which I'm going to have a lot of fun in hammering out the details and writing.

It was hot in France, the main reason I wrote so much, I was too hot to do anything else. Got a nice suntan from lying out in the sun and a few scratches from swimming out to a rocky jetty. Not much sleep though, my room was an oven and I absolutly hate when that happens. I can never sleep.

At least we could jump into the sea to cool off, although the fine sand on the beach got everywhere, it's a miracle my discman's still working.

Grandmother now rather dotty, but hey, she's 83 so you have to make allowences. She's very open-minded for her age, didn't even blink when she found out what I was actually writing in my little notebook, she just went off on a long story about how nice gay people were, which could have been worse.

We spent the last night at my aunt's house, my cousin Helen's turned into a teenybopper (such a pity, she was showing such anti-social tendancies last time I saw her) and my other cousin Benoix was out unilt three AM, I never saw him but my dad did. He was going to get a drink and saw my cousin coming up the stairs. My cousin apparently said "Guess what? I won an electric saw!" to which my father replies "Great..." (he was half asleep).

The best part was that they had internet connection, but there was one downside... (dum dumdum dum DUM) French keyboards. They are nothing like English ones. It took me half an hour to find @. I had to wait until I got home to e-mail Chetwynd. I was disappointed because it looked like my beta reader still hadn't finished, but when I got home today I found that she had, so it's all cool.

The airport we left from today was hilarious, I've never seen such a small commercial airport. Dad has, but he's been to South America so that doesn't count. It was so small, when we were waiting for our luggage when we arrived we could see the men unloading it and throwing on the conveyor belt outside! As our bags took ages it was tempting to go out there, riffle through the bags and find ours, but we didn't. Today, we waiting for the airplane (the only airplane) in a room with was waiting room, baggage check, passport control, gift shop and restaurant! Wild.

So, here I am; jetlagged, bunny-bitten and slash crazed (what's different?), but still here.

 

Skull Bearer.

( And for the fans, here's chapter 4 of Engraven... )

Sun, sea... and french keyboards

Well, I'm back. It was fun in France and I filled out almost forty pages full of a variety of different ficlets and snippets for Ivory and Ebony. I don't know how many I'll actually use, but I had fun writing them. I do however have a very nice post-Chaos War fic lined up which I'm going to have a lot of fun in hammering out the details and writing.

It was hot in France, the main reason I wrote so much, I was too hot to do anything else. Got a nice suntan from lying out in the sun and a few scratches from swimming out to a rocky jetty. Not much sleep though, my room was an oven and I absolutly hate when that happens. I can never sleep.

At least we could jump into the sea to cool off, although the fine sand on the beach got everywhere, it's a miracle my discman's still working.

Grandmother now rather dotty, but hey, she's 83 so you have to make allowences. She's very open-minded for her age, didn't even blink when she found out what I was actually writing in my little notebook, she just went off on a long story about how nice gay people were, which could have been worse.

We spent the last night at my aunt's house, my cousin Helen's turned into a teenybopper (such a pity, she was showing such anti-social tendancies last time I saw her) and my other cousin Benoix was out unilt three AM, I never saw him but my dad did. He was going to get a drink and saw my cousin coming up the stairs. My cousin apparently said "Guess what? I won an electric saw!" to which my father replies "Great..." (he was half asleep).

The best part was that they had internet connection, but there was one downside... (dum dumdum dum DUM) French keyboards. They are nothing like English ones. It took me half an hour to find @. I had to wait until I got home to e-mail Chetwynd. I was disappointed because it looked like my beta reader still hadn't finished, but when I got home today I found that she had, so it's all cool.

The airport we left from today was hilarious, I've never seen such a small commercial airport. Dad has, but he's been to South America so that doesn't count. It was so small, when we were waiting for our luggage when we arrived we could see the men unloading it and throwing on the conveyor belt outside! As our bags took ages it was tempting to go out there, riffle through the bags and find ours, but we didn't. Today, we waiting for the airplane (the only airplane) in a room with was waiting room, baggage check, passport control, gift shop and restaurant! Wild.

So, here I am; jetlagged, bunny-bitten and slash crazed (what's different?), but still here.

 

Skull Bearer.

( And for the fans, here's chapter 4 of Engraven... )

Wow

Well, I'd better get my skates on for 'War Wizardry', because my beta's on a roll! She finished reading through the last of Engraven (I'll post it up soon) and demanded to know why it finished so abruptly.

I told her.

Or rather, I sent her 'Raistlin's Daughter' to beta read. It's the only story where I'm planning to keep the canon name, because in this case it works in perfect irony with the story. It has to be one of the darkest, nastiest bits of work I've ever written, and that's including 'Obedience' (that one was a joke anyway) and 'Do you Feel Brave Now', and that might well be the only time I've managed to outdo myself on that one! Oh well, Miqael tells me it was very effective, and I suppose the reviews will tell, in the end.

Still, what can't be nasty when it's written to the tune of Marilyn Manson's 'Man That You Fear'? And added to while watching the music video? *shudder* That video gives me the creeps, except for the moment when Manson falls over and is helped up by that pretty girl, and he whispers the lines "Someone had to go this far". Ugh, clich'ed anyone?

The ending gave me the cold shakes though.

Funny, that's how I'd describe my 'Raistlin's Daughter' fic, slightly clich'ed near the middle, but with an ending that gave you the cold shakes.

Only without Manson's great singing voice though. ;)

 

Skull Bearer.

Wow

Well, I'd better get my skates on for 'War Wizardry', because my beta's on a roll! She finished reading through the last of Engraven (I'll post it up soon) and demanded to know why it finished so abruptly.

I told her.

Or rather, I sent her 'Raistlin's Daughter' to beta read. It's the only story where I'm planning to keep the canon name, because in this case it works in perfect irony with the story. It has to be one of the darkest, nastiest bits of work I've ever written, and that's including 'Obedience' (that one was a joke anyway) and 'Do you Feel Brave Now', and that might well be the only time I've managed to outdo myself on that one! Oh well, Miqael tells me it was very effective, and I suppose the reviews will tell, in the end.

Still, what can't be nasty when it's written to the tune of Marilyn Manson's 'Man That You Fear'? And added to while watching the music video? *shudder* That video gives me the creeps, except for the moment when Manson falls over and is helped up by that pretty girl, and he whispers the lines "Someone had to go this far". Ugh, clich'ed anyone?

The ending gave me the cold shakes though.

Funny, that's how I'd describe my 'Raistlin's Daughter' fic, slightly clich'ed near the middle, but with an ending that gave you the cold shakes.

Only without Manson's great singing voice though. ;)

 

Skull Bearer.