Mad Dogs and Englishmen

Money spent: I don't want to know. Easily in the thousands.

Time spent: This year, most all of last year and half of the year before. Two years and growing.

Books read: I have no idea. Climbing to three digits, if not there already.

Films seen: Easily a dozen, probably more.

Stories written: Far fewer than I could have. I was trying to challenge myself. However, if it all went tits-up, I knew I could always rely on this.

Trips taken: Two in a year, three if you count this one. Insane considering I'm doing this on a student's budget.

Themed visits:
Imperial War Museum (countless)
Jewish museum (1)
Madjanek (1)
Auschwitz (2)
Plazow (1)
Therizenstadt (1)
Mauthausen (1)
Dachau (1)
Buchenwald (1)
Sachenhausen (1)

Other: Learning German in order to read more books.

Enough. Enough. This is devouring my life, and there is no end to it. When the Past Tense bunnies bit, I never imagined it could lead to this. I wanted to be a writer. Now I want to be a historian. I remember the first Holocaust book I picked up. I can even name it, because I've since bought it. 'Auschwitz and After', by Charlotte Deboe. I picked it up the year before last while working as a data collector. I'd reached my quota and hid in the library of the small town we were raking over.

Two years. That September I went to the Imperial War Museum for the first time, bought the little notebook that has since become my lucky charm and wrote about the Holocaust for the first time. Past Tense notes. The next year I saw the camps for the first time. No idea what'll happen this year.

Happy birthday.

This is why my way of waiting for new releases works. I finish the series and go off to read something else, trying very hard not to think about it, then suddenly remember it's coming out next week or something.
Okay, next month, but come on it's Temeraire! I want more dragonriding!Napoleon! Total squee!
In other news, I may have finished the next chapter of PT. Now with the ball rolling, I don't have to bulldoze Erik and Charles into action and they can just drift along and deal with trauma/powers/sex in their own time. Everyone is relieved.

 

Now beta-read, thank you

 

 

( Part Five, Chapter one )

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 Erik: Happy now?

Skull Bearer: Hardly. I had to go back and add a deus ex machina to make it work. I am a long way from pleased.

Erik: Not our problem.

Skull Bearer: Nooo... but shall I remind you what happened the last time you were being this bitchy?

Charles: You wouldn't dare.

Skull Bearer: Wanna bet? I dare say I could do some extra credit, even if it's not a script this time. AU of an AU... I've got some new history books I've been wanting to try out.

Erik: She would dare.

Skull Bearer: Damn right. Now behave yourselves before I ressurect Apocalypse.

Ah well, at least I got the chapter done.

 Skull Bearer: How am I supposed to get you two anywhere if you don't talk? It's going around in circles here!

Erik: We just don't feel like talking to anyone else, thank you.

Skull Bearer: Look, do you want to be stuck in that damn DP camp until the 1950s? Because it's certainly looking that way if you don't cooperate.

Erik: We just want to be left alone for a while.

Skull Bearer: Unfortunately for you, there still are other people in the world, and you need to start interacting with them. And what do you mean, left alone? You've been left alone for two months!

Erik: When I said, 'for a while', I meant around three to four years.

Skull Bearer: In the DP camp? Don't you want to get out of Germany?

Erik: ... I hate you.

Skull Bearer: Thank you, now can we get to finishing this blasted chapter? It's been going like a gerbil wheel for the last few weeks.

Erik pissing the hell out of me, but at least he's talking. Charles has refused to even turn up. Thank you Fateless for kicking my muses into some form of action. This chapter is a nightmare. The film also was a nightmare, but in a rather different way. All I can say is... historically accurate. *shudders*

Apologies for the Dragonlance delay, but I'm just about to get to some action in Past Tense (not quite that kind of action), and my mind has been pretty much monopolised on the subject. I think I've done my 3,000 words for the month since I've just finished the latest chapter. Hopefully the muses will get going on I&E, but until I can find where my bloody copy of Test of the Twins has gone I just don't know. *sigh*

I'll try and make a start on the next chapter of Torqueo tomorrow.
*Erik and Charles clobber me*
Erik: Don't you dare! You put us through living hell and are going to leave us just when things are starting to take an upturn!
Skull Bearer: AHG! Dragonlance muses, defend me!
Raistlin&Dalamar: *are conspicuously absent*
Skull Bearer: Where the hell are they?
Charles: We gave them tickets to the same south-sea island you sent us to when you gave us a break, they looked like they could use the holiday.
Skull Bearer: DAMN YOU! I'm the author, they should come when I say so!
Charles: After what you did to Erik and I in your script, I think we both deserved vengance.
Erik: Hold on, you had the tickets to the south sea islands and you didn't tell me? We could have skipped all that unpleasentness.
Charles: You did, you were dead, I however was painfully alive. I demand vengance.
Erik: Very well.
Skull Bearer: Fuck. You deserve to be left hanging.

As for Christmas prezzies, here they are:My first attempt at drawing penises. A bit of Past Tense I haven't gotten to yet.

A far more successful attempt.

And finally, a new fic for the est_20 ficathon. A Dragonlance Christmas. Prompt 15, Reflection.

TITLE: Yuletide
AUTHOR: Skull Bearer
FANDOM: Dragonlance
PAIRING: Raistlin/Dalamar
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: Here
PROMPT: 15- Reflection
RATING: G
WORD COUNT:1,153
SUMMARY: My Merry Christmas story. A semi-sequel to Shadowvalkyrie's Blizzard.
WARNINGS: Nothing
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Christmas.

Merry Christmas/Eid/Hanukka/etc to all.