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With these two scenes being set five minutes apart, you'd think it would be an easy segue between them, but no. The last paragraph of the first  scene and the first paragraph of the second scene are completely irreconcilable. The second was originally the opening to the file and it shows, blatantly, because no matter what I do, it sounds out of place when the setting has already been built up. I don't want to delete the first scene, though, because it's the only part which makes a decent preview and doesn't crumble away into pretentious rambling, plus it explains where the character is more effectively.

Hello, by the way. I decided it would be a good idea to update my LiveJournal again, to spare me ranting in WordPad documents or under cuts on tumblr. I doubt I'll post again until next December, but it would be nice to have a safe place again.
Current Mood: lonelylonely
Current Music: Some Nights - fun.
08 September 2013 @ 10:43 pm
This is the sort of ramble which would usually end up on tumblr, but because I am both late to the party and not really saying anything of any interest, I'm dropping it here instead.

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Current Mood: excitedexcited
Current Music: I'm Not Calling You A Liar (Florence + The Machine)
I would blow the dust off this account, but I'm afraid it would suffocate me.

Needless to say, I've been sidetracked from Livejournal over the past year. Mostly in the direction of tumblr, but also the direction of sheer laziness and a lack of motivation to keep up with anything, thanks to various personal goings-on. Would that they were exciting enough to relate here. "And then I didn't go to the doctor, again" doesn't make for a very exciting tale, unless you have a very low excitement threshold.

I probably should keep this up to date more, though. One of my old accounts was deleted recently and I'd rather avoid losing the ten years of my life I've recorded here. More than that, my writing has somehow managed to get worse since I stopped, even though I've been dedicating all of my free time to Frith et al. That's something I intend to change with my current plans to completely scrap and rebuild Fall In - or, once again, The City, since I was considering scenes with Adam the other day - but I haven't been able to get myself in the right frame of mind for a long-term project since... January last year? Whenever I finished TWL, and even that started as odd scraps stuck together in an odd sort of patchwork.

Now I've started looking at old entries.
"I have decided that, when I've learnt to drive and when I can afford a car, it's going to be green and named Carbug."
Sorry, Past Me. Future You drives a light purple car named Sybil. She's fantastic, though. If abnormally attracted to the North Devon Link Road.

Sadly, the magic of saying "I can't find X anywhere online!" making X appear online isn't working. Damn you, history. If you hadn't happened, I wouldn't have half so much research to do for these projects, although I suppose said projects probably wouldn't exist, either.

As a point of interest, in what may well end up being the last thing I ever post to LJ, I asked 'Sweetums' and Sidney which name they found least objectionable out of Bertram and Percival. Bertram won. Should I ever have a son, I will remember this.
Current Mood: listlesslistless
Current Music: ---
20 December 2012 @ 11:01 pm
What? I'm here. I didn't forget Livejournal existed. Not at all.

Predictably, I have been caught up with tumblr more than anything else, and alongside that there is simply nothing interesting happening in my life. It is strange, though, that for the first time in almost ten years TC and its characters aren't first and foremost on my mind. The Ugly MSPaint Hat, that wonderful Christmas tradition, technically went to Stupid Hungry Firhtwaffle this year, who went from not existing in February to being my most written-about character of the year.

Which reminds me of that other great tradition.

See the blazing sock puppet before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Deck the Halls
from the Christmas Song Generator.

Get your own song :

Ding dong! verily the sky
Is riv'n with murderous chickens singing.

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
A writer's block in a pear tree.

It was a very short-lived relationship.

We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar,
Field and fountain,
Moor and mountain,
Following yonder nirngoat.

Good tidings we bring
To you and your mudcrabs.
Current Mood: workingworking
Words: 5,111
Tea: 4?

Rather disappointingly, it doesn't seem as if I will be getting a Bonfire Night this year. Our local fireworks display was this evening, but a combination of exhaustion, unfinished work, rain and people whose company I don't particularly enjoy lead me to decide not to go. I've been watching fireworks across the valley from my window instead, but it isn't the same as having the Pancakes and a gigantic bonfire.

For one more moan, the RSI in my wrist is getting worse. Thank you, work. Now, if it was because of the amount of time I spend on my computer, I would try to reign in the self-pity, but as it is I feel entitled to as much wallowing as I like.
Current Mood: draineddrained
Current Music: ---
02 November 2012 @ 09:05 pm
Words: 3442
Tea: 2

Goodness. This may be the most conservative I have ever been with my tea during NaNoWriMo. After I went out and bought fresh boxes, too.

For future reference, wrist strain caused by work does not make me a happy penguin.
Current Mood: soresore
Current Music: ---
01 November 2012 @ 02:50 pm
Words: 1709 1769
Cups of Tea: 1

What? I didn't forget that this journal existed. I've been distracted by tumblr, that's all. I shall endeavour to post more here, but let's just assume that between tumblr RPing and NaNoWriMo I won't be particularly active.

It might be interesting to chart the development of this year's protagonist, though. I've been so busy with Frith et al. that this is the first year where I have done almost no planning at all. The closest I came to that before was in 2008, but even then I knew roughly who my characters were going to be and what the setting was before starting. Maxwell Linehan didn't get a name until I started typing the first sentence and all I know about him so far is that he was a florist, he's a messy eater, he wasn't very outgoing and apparently he had an undiscovered heart condition, meaning that he is now dead. I have no idea what he looks like, beyond wearing a shirt, jeans and shoes with laces. I dread to think how much of a mess this story will be by the end of November.

My junk food quotient this year is through the roof. Most of it I neither needed nor wanted, but gosh darn it, if spooky gummy sweets are the only ones on special offer the day after Halloween then I'm jolly well going to get some, even if I do end up feeding most of them to Squidgy.
Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
Current Music: ---
For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden, it shall never pass away!

-Rudyard Kipling

30 June 2012 @ 01:40 am
[Toz is examining candles in glass jars.]

TOZ: I like this candle-

[Accidentally drops it, shattering its glass holder on the floor.]

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: If I Didn't Have You (Monsters Inc.)
25 June 2012 @ 05:35 am
Problems only I experience, #7334: cutting myself on bread. Sharp bread, mind you. Lethally sharp.

Problems only I experience, #7335: waking up half-naked with a pounding headache at four in the morning, not because of anything interesting, exciting or appropriate for a student (or ex-student), but because work left me horrendously ill yesterday evening and I slept for twelve hours straight.

It looks as if I'll be spending my one day off in bed, and not in a good way.

Looking on the positive side, I dreamed that Ariel and myself ended up in the most incredible shopping centre imaginable. Every single shop, on either side of the street, was dedicated to unusual gadgets and gifts, such as an entire shop selling glow-in-the-dark and LCD doovalackies. It was allegedly in a place called Bool, near Barnstaple, yet had a path which led you up to my grandmother's old house. All I ended up buying was some toothpaste, because we didn't have time to look around properly and I woke up before exploring the more interesting shops.
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: iDaft's Daft Punk Console