sulwen: (Default)
A glimpse into my brain, when presented with time to write:


- Oh wait, but I should really be working on that gift fic that's two weeks overdue...

- And then there's charity fic that was supposed to be finished in February...

- Maybe I'll just work on timestamps - those will be short and easy...

- Or I could use this time to start that longfic I need to get going on...

- *and way, way in the back, original fic waves in the distance, hoping for attention*


Messing around on the internet until I pass out. Zero writing.
sulwen: (leaves)
This new story is possessing my mind like nothing has since my LBB, back in the days when I was first starting to think about it. I love this feeling. It's like there are whole universes spinning in my head, rooted in the detritus of my life and branching out into big glorious ideas that I will never properly be able translate to the page, not in the perfect pristine way they appear in my head.

The story has a soundtrack and everything. I'm listening to the songs now, and god, it just makes me feel alive. These are the times, rare and precious, when I really do feel like this is what I was meant to be doing, when there's fire in my blood and I am actually unable to do anything but serve the story.

sulwen: (green)
You guys should see me right now.

I haven't set up my for-serious writing environment in a long time. Fanfic is quick and dirty most of the time, and I can usually bust it out sitting on the couch in front of the TV.

Not so with my Big Bang. It's hard, and so tonight I decided to really try and get into the flow of it, knock out a couple thousand words in a sitting. To give myself the best chance of doing that, I've pulled all my tricks out of the bag.

I'm sitting at the dining room table with my laptop. Usually I would go to my desktop for serious writing, but that room is too cold to use this time of year. On my right side I have a bottle of water and a giant cup of peppermint tea - I tend to drink a lot when I write. On my left is one lit candle - the scent is called "autumn leaves," and the flame flickers just out of direct view, just enough to keep me from focusing in too hard on the words. Music is playing, one track on repeat, something instrumental and smooth, but not boring - just what my brain needs to put it in the mood to play.

Now I just have to hope it works.
sulwen: (pretty sam)
Um. I have nothing to say, because I do nothing but work.

I sat in Panera and plotted porn during my lunch break today. That was fun. I think I'm going to write a crazy cracked out combination of a rentboy idea I never wrote and a pied-piper-of-sex idea I never wrote. It's gonna be EPIC.

Also, THIS:

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the Wincest.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics:


Nov. 30th, 2009 11:46 pm
sulwen: (yes)
NaNoWriMo '09: WON, with 50,025 and thirty minutes left until midnight!

*dies of exhaustion*

My graph, in case anyone wants to see how INSANE this year was for me.

Oh NaNo...

Nov. 24th, 2009 01:45 pm
sulwen: (candle)
About to dive into an hour long Write or Die session in an attempt to catch up. Wish me luck!
sulwen: (uplifting)
Clearly, I do not have enough SPN friends. Which is saying something, actually, because my flist always explodes with SPN episode reactions on Thursday nights. I JUST WANT MORE. SPN fandom commune please?

Also, I think this season I'm going to try to write an episode coda for each ep, to be posted before the next one airs. I've been so distracted with the wedding (ONE MONTH, ARE YOU SERIOUS?) and other RL stuff that I haven't been writing at all, original or fanfic. I need to get back into it. I think this one is going to be the first quiet moment Sam and Dean have together after the opening scene, because I feel like we skipped a decent amount of time there and I want to see that scene.


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