Who Fic

Oct. 16th, 2011 07:37 pm
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First off, hello everyone! Every once in a while I think I should post something new on Dreamwidth, since my last posting was from my June half marathon. (Just did the Detroit International Half Marathon today. Took a minute off my time from June. Also, the Canadian border guards are a lot nicer to runners. They were high fiving people and cheering. U.S. border guards kept yelling at people to not wander off course and shouting to show our bib numbers.)

Also, I was playing a bit with some new toys, namely Doctor Who. Been watching the show since Four's era, but got the itch to do a little something this time. Link goes back to my LJ.

Title: Mood Indigo
Author: Namaste
Summary: The Doctor insists this visit is all about the surprise. River prefers a challenge. PG, about 1,750 words, Doctor & River Song. Spoilers through the most recent season/series.
Author's notes: Thanks to [profile] leiascully for the quick beta. Any comments & concrit welcome.
Excerpt: Maybe this was some gift inherited from the TARDIS in the first hours of conception, cells splitting and doubling while exposed to all of space and time, telling her secrets she'd spend her life learning all over again.

Mood Indigo
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So, just to update, I just got home from my half marathon. Ran it all, finishing in 2:32, close enough to my goal of 2:30 that I'm not going to complain. Besides it was 70 degrees at the start, with heat steadily rising and sunny, hilly stretches at the end. Considering I started training in January in 6 degrees, that's quite a change.

I also now know what happens if you're still in line for the porta-potty when the start gun goes off. Pretty much nothing.

There were only about 20 porta-potties for a couple thousand runners, and we got in line just after 8 a.m. (with race time at 8:30) and were still four or five people back when the race began. But of course with chip timing, the clock starts for you when you cross the start line, and ends when you cross the finish.

As it was, myself and two other women in our group finished up, walked over to the start ... and there were still a couple hundred people still making their way to the start line. We just zipped into the group with them and started going.

Next up: I've got 3 triathlons (sprint distance) I'm signed up for this summer. I'm also hoping to do an Olympic distance Tri in August. (Sprints are .5 mile swim, 12 mile bike, 5k run. Olympic is .9 mile swim, 24 mile bike, 10k run.) I'm also signed up to run the half-marathon at the Detroit International Marathon in October, when it should be much cooler. And I'm still debating doing the Las Vegas half-marathon in December. (It's at night, along the strip.)
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Tomorrow I officially head out to run a half-marathon. I say "officially" since I've run the distance in training with a distance running class, on a route that's even hillier than tomorrow's route. (It's the Dexter-Ann Arbor run, if anyone's curious. I'm number 1855.)

And for all those times when I thought -- a class for running? WTF? -- it's worth it with a good coach and the right people, at least for me. The thought of going out and running 10 or 12 miles (or even six or seven) on my own is daunting, but knowing that Liz and Lorray and Dave and Susie and everyone else will be there as well gives me a reason to get out the door, and the miles are much easier to handle with a group.

Since this is my first half-marathon, I've told myself to be happy with any time, though I'm hoping to finish in under 2:30.

Book club

May. 28th, 2011 05:24 pm
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Due to the vagaries of the waiting list at the library, I'm currently making my way through three books simultaneously: Elmore Leonard's "Pronto" (featuring Raylan Givens, the character at the center of the TV series "Justified) taking place both in Miami and Italy, Sarah Vowell's Hawaii history essay "Unfamiliar Fishes" and "The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks."

Each time I pick one up, it takes me a moment to remember whether I'm in a poor rural/urban community, Maui or the Adriatic coast.

All three are great, by the way, if anyone's looking for a good read, although I don't think "Fishes" is Vowell's best work and the Raylan in "Pronto" is a bit more dim than he is on the TV series, which is a bit of an adjustment.
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"The Doctor's Wife" (Loved it! Loved her! "I stole you.") marked the third straight episode that Rory has said "I'm a nurse" in some context.

So is that reference a simple reminder to the audience? A setup for some future moment when that will be important? Or merely a contrast between "The Doctor" and "The Nurse?" (The Doctor being the person who comes in, announces things that make things happen, while the nurse is the comforter, the doer of day-to-day needs.)

And how wonderful to get reminders of Amy's feelings for Rory. Her image of delight (I think it was delight) being her wedding day and him.

Oh, and humans are "bigger on the inside." Brilliant.

Apparently I could go on and on about moments I loved.
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I don't know if any of you have ever read Ta-Nehisi Coates' blog over at The Atlantic.com, but if you haven't I think some of you would like him. Fairly wide ranging, in a sense. He's been reading up a lot on the Civil War (including Grant's memoir), talks about classic literature like Middlemarch.

One of his current blogs is built on laughing at the attempt to take down the rapper Common's appearance at the White House poetry night. His conclusion? The culture wars are over. We win.

And further down in the comments (and the comments are always interesting, since he responds and moves the philosophical debate even further) he mentions the importance of failure:

Failure is essential. I'm going to write about this next week, but there's something very Zen that's come out of my study of the Civil War.

I mean look at Lincoln--mother dies, son dies, wife has mental issues. And my God, they call him every name in the book--Ugly, The Original Gorilla, The Baboon, Poor White Trash. There's a portion in Foner's book where they send out a portrait of Lincoln to France. The French say something like "This dude is so ugly, you should never use his face to represent you again." And all the motherfucker did was become--in my humble estimation--the greatest president in American history. Self-educated. Born in a log cabin. Wrestling mo-fos out on the frontier.

Lincoln was a bluesman.
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Finished reading "Super Sad True Love Story" last night. Still don't know exactly what I think of it. In one sense, it's a fairly simply plot, but it's played out against a future AU scenario that's so easy to imagine, that it all has a unique spin to it.

It certainly has its dystopian attitudes, but at the same time is so damn entertaining to read, that the pages fly by and you keep wondering what's next. (One review of it I'd seen is that it was a near illiterate world, but that's not really accurate. There's no dense faux/bastardized language to wade through. It's fairly straight up journal on one side, with the other POV told through something similar to Facebook posts and IMs, but the bulk of the story is told via the journal.)

Starting the prowl for the next book to read now.

Also ... a couple of years back I did a one week "summer school" course at Oxford through its outreach program on writing. Oxford now is offering everyone who's ever taken a writing class in any one of its various offshoots a short story contest -- 1,800 to 2,200 words. I may have to see if I can hone in on something, just because. It would be good in the midst of all the insanity dealing with my brother's issues to be able to put some effort in writing again.

Speaking of my brother ... Some of you may know he's been in the hospital since Dec. 14. Long story short: Major hernia, major surgery, complications, infections, ICU (six weeks) yadda, yadda. He's been in rehab since March 1 (yay!) although will need longer term rehab at another facility, so I've got this month to get him moved out of his current apartment and put his stuff into storage. Even if he had money to pay for both rehab (which is actually being paid mostly by Medicaid, though he'll have to pay in most of his income -- he's on Social Security Disability) and his apartment rent, he can't move back in there because there are too many stairs.

I remember when he went into the hospital and I thought it would be nice in a week when everything was back to normal.
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Title: Refills
Author: Namaste
Summary: "In the end, it's easy." House never used the hospital's new electronic prescription system, until now. Spoilers for "Bombshells." Gen, 1,200 words.
Author's note: Inspired by our local doc's new electronic system. Which I hate.
Sample: Winter is putting up a fight on the streets outside now, the cold burrowing in through scar tissue and gristle and digging deep inside his bones. His leg aches. It's ached for months, but he's ignored it because that's what he's supposed to do -- the unwritten rule that he and Cuddy never talked about, because there was no room for negotiation. No lie that he could hide behind. No trick to distract her.

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Title: Cup Of Kindness
Author: Namaste
Summary: A drabble collection. Five times House and Wilson spent New Year's Eve apart, and one New Year's Eve together. 600 words, PG, friendship.
Author's Note: Just a little something, because I wanted to start the year with a little writing, even if other things in life seem beyond my control.
Sample: Wilson keeps an eye on him from a distance, spying across the snowy balcony, or from the alley, not quite sure what it will take to close the gap between them.

Cup Of Kindness
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I've often thought, and said, that the thing I didn't like about NaNoWriMo is the idea that it somehow produces "winners." It's a challenge, sure, but writing is a process. It's about creating the motivation to write every day, knowing that it may not -- well, definitely isn't, in my case -- a polished, perfect anything. But I took it on because I'd gotten myself trapped into an editing frame of mind, where I was constantly thinking and overthinking and over, over thinking everything. Sometimes you've got to just write and see what happens.

So I signed up, with just a vague idea of what I would write, the main character only briefly sketched out. And now, according to the NaNo rules, I've "won." A touch over 55,300 words and a finished -- really, really, really rough -- first draft.

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I hit a writing spurt late Saturday/Sunday and broke through something. It's coming a little easier now, even if I do end up with huge gaps in the narrative I know I'll have to fill in later. I view this less as a "first draft" of the novel and more as a really, really extensive outline, since I know the vast majority of it will be rewritten and reworked, if I still like it at the end of this.

I managed to pass 20,000 words today, so nearly to the halfway point, in terms of the required number of words. I still worry that I'll be able to sustain the plot as I go, but each time I worry that I'm about to run out of steam, I find something else that I really hadn't expected, but really like.

Anyway, here's another excerpt, if anyone's interested.
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Of course that means 90 percent more to go.

I've got 6,700 some odd words on my NaNoWriMo novel so far for the first five days. The experience has been interesting. For the most part, I wouldn't say that it's particularly great writing, but every day, I'm finding something interesting within the words that I like, and would be interesting to play with on a second pass through or edit. That's one of the hard things, avoiding that desire to go back and fiddle with what I've already written, but of course the point to this exercise -- at least to me -- is to push past that part of my brain and see what happens if I just keep moving forward.

And so far, that's been interesting. There have been plot points and character nuances and story telling tricks that I've discovered that I wouldn't have necessarily planned on, but present themselves as opportunities in the writing process here.

When I first started, I thought that what plot I had wasn't much to support an actual novel, but the more I play with it, the more I like it.

And, for the heck of it, here's the first few paragraphs.

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1,200 words for my NaNoWriMo so far, a few hours into the month. Of course today would be the day when I'll be out of town for 12 hours for work, but I squeezed out an hour of writing time before I needed to leave.

Briefly, the story is the basic "journey of discovery" trope, with a guy named Nick who decides after a bad day in Iraq to ride a bicycle across the U.S. for reasons he can't quite define. (I've blatantly stolen the name and general concept of the character from Hemingway's Nick Adams stories, and am taking advantage of my own cross-country bike ride 12 years ago. I figure that this format allows for episodic telling -- when I get stuck, just move on to another day on the journey -- and when I can't think of what to write, just glance through the photo album from that trip and see what pops into my head.)
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Finished my running class last night. It proved well worth the time and effort and money, because I do feel far stronger in my running, and ready to tackle something bigger. Like maybe the local half marathon in the spring. Yow.

Tonight, working at the Bob Dylan show. (Perks of volunteering with local music club, free music in exchange for ushering!)

Tomorrow, working at Los Straightjackets. If you haven't seen them before, five words: Surf rock, Mexican wrestling masks:

And finally, working the Verve Pipe kid's show on Saturday morning. Lots of music. Yay!

Etc, Etc

Oct. 26th, 2010 09:41 pm
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Finished reading "Cloud Atlas" the other day. I really enjoyed it, thought it was clever both in terms of the variety of writing styles he used and how the whole book was shaped. Still uncertain whether I'd call it a novel as one specific story, though, or more of a series of loosely linked novellas. Not that it wasn't enjoyable, just ... mulling it over yet.

Reading Anthony Bourdain's "Medium Raw" now and have two more books still on the reserve list at the library, waiting for them to come up. (Pearl Buck in China and The Warmth of Other Suns, about the migration from the rural south to industrial northern US.)

Working on a one-shot Nolan-POV fic, which I'd love to wrap up by Sunday since I've signed up to attempt NaNoWriMo this year.

Also need to get my crap together again and send out more submission info for my kid's book in search of an agent/publisher. I've received two rejections so far -- one publisher, one agent -- and need to get it out in front of a lot of other folks.

Jesus Wept

Oct. 16th, 2010 02:39 pm
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And I use that title phrase with all the southern inflection I was not born with, yet fully appreciate.

The woman who bullied a seven-year-old dying girl? Is now charged in a case related to her alleged attempt to run down another neighbor with her car this week.

World's worst neighbor? Y/Y?
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So here in the Detroit area, people have been following the story of a 7 year old girl who has been cyberbullied. A dying 7 year old girl. Of Juvenile Huntington's Disease. Whose mother died of Huntington's just two years ago in her 20s. And she and her family are being cyberbullied on Facebook. And bullied in real life through stuff like having a truck containing a coffin parked in front of her grandmother's house, by her grandmother's neighbors, apparently because the neighbor's kid wasn't invited to a family birthday party quickly enough.


Pretty crappy.

But all is not lost for humanity. Local toy story organizes fund raisers and treats the girl to a shopping spree. There are clowns. And a balloon wand. And roses. And a white limo.

If you've got any tears left after watching the Chilean miner rescue, just check out the videos. Or this comment from the store owners in the comments:

When I was getting my goodbye hug (and trust me, she hugged me like crazy), I whispered in Kathleen's ear and asked her, "Sweetheart, what was the best part of the day?" She thought for a moment, and whispered back... "Ponies." She smiled as she put her head on my shoulder.
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Title: North Princeton Forty: Pardon The Interruption
Author: Namaste
Summary: Another chapter in the AU in which Taub is a kicker for an NFL football team coached by House. With the season about to begin, Taub prepares to meet the press. You can find the first chapter in this AU here
Sample: Wilson is not the head coach," Thirteen said. "You are, and Pat Jacobs wants to interview the head coach."

"So? I'm sure you can find some way to make it up to Pat." House leaned toward Taub and gave an exaggerated wink.

"Some way?"

"You know. Sleep with him."

"Pat Jacobs is a woman."

"Pfft," House snorted. "As if that mattered to you."

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Title: When Blythe Met Rachel
Author: Namaste
Summary: Things have been changing for years for both Blythe and Cuddy, but they're finding something they can believe in through it all. Builds on events of the Season Six finale, but is speculation from there. Rated G. About 3,800 words.
Author's Note: I've stolen both the structure and title format from "Family, Friends And Other Complications," if you're wondering why it seems familiar. Thanks for the drive-by betas!
Excerpt:"See, this is why I don't tell you anything," House said.

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Title: Yellow Card
Author: Namaste
Summary: House and Wilson try to make a bet on the World Cup. Friendship, fluff. Rated PG. 975 words.
Author's Note: One in a series of stories I've done on House and Wilson hanging out and betting about sports. I have no idea if the characters would actually do this, but I like to think they would.
Sample: House leaned forward and looked into Wilson's eyes. "It's because of that damn octopus."

Yellow Card