tinhuvielartanis: (Cadmus Dark Eyes)
I've won!

50,059 words!



I ended with Cadmus pondering his altar and the fact that he...just shed some tears! I know, what the hell, right? I thought the same thing yesterday when I wrote it. That's pretty much why I stopped writing, because I was angry with the story at it heading in that direction so soon. But, the story knows better than I. As the Cylons would say, "All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again."

Honestly though, I can't believe I've finished early, especially after being so sick for so long. I attribute part of it to my sharpening my speed skills with those Date stories. I was pumping out two and three thousand words a day at times with those, so 1667 words was really not an issue for me. I was ridiculously ahead when I fell ill and used my reserve to fortify my word count, so I was never really behind like I thought I was.

I'm about 20,000 words away from actually finishing The Blood Crown. I'm going to continue writing on it today but, tomorrow, I have a review to write for Lighterthief's EP, Hard Listening. The release is on 1 December, and I promised Stuart Rowe I'd have the review for him to spread around at the time of the release. And, no, I haven't been procrastinating on this. I just got the press kit today, so I'm jumping on this to help the Lighterthief crew out...and Barry Andrews, of course. ::big wicked grin:: I've already forwarded the press kit to the contacts I still have in the music business, asking them to spread it around like warm butter.

After the reviews, I've promised [livejournal.com profile] acook I would write a collaborative J-fic with [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh that involves Femme Joker (you'll just have to wait and see what that's all about) and Batman. We'll be working on that in December. Once that's done, my J-fic writing days will come to a conclusion. I think that's rather fitting, since I saw the movie last December and began writing fics in January. I'll just end it all on my kind of one year anniversary. The Joker Blogs are also coming to an end soon, so it all works out nicely in the Great Scheme of Things.

Then it will be back to The Blood Crown with a vengeance. I want to finish as soon as I can so I can go directly into The Augury of Gideon. I'm in a serious mood to write my Vampires, particularly Cadmus Pariah and the mortated (that's a word in my book ~ mortation - the transformation of a Vampire back into mortal form) Faust, now going by his mortal name Kallum. Writing "The Sainted Confessor" almost killed me, but it also kind of redeemed me writing-wise, and it gave me the key to writing The Augury of Gideon, so I'm excited. Very excited indeed and absolutely, all billshat aside.

I don't know what 2010 will bring, except a new Shriekback album I wholly intend to help promote to the full extent of my resources and abilities, but I do know I'll be writing my way through it all, and still looking for that elusive publisher. There's so much more for Cadmus to do...to so many people. I'll close with this, because I can - ha ha ha!



Cadmus had broken the Circle long before. He’d stood shortly after Kelat’s speech and walked away from the other Vampires. Let them remain in solemnity, wallowing in fairy tales and dead religions. He was outcast. He would embrace his station and leave them to it. He stood at a secret window in the sanctuary, staring up into the infinity of the stars that watched over this lush garden of a planet, a bounty to both human and Vampire, and especially to Cadmus Pariah. The whites of his eyes shimmered in the pale light, but the iris and pupil absorbed even the faintest of beams. He’d spent centuries listening to people praise the ethereal beauty of his eyes, how alien and magnetic they were. Many of these same people had had their souls ripped from them by way of those magnificent, measureless eyes. He felt every one of them now, and heard them too, whispering still in desperation for release.
tinhuvielartanis: (Dark Doubt)
I find it frustrating that, for the first time in the history of the Cliffs of Insanity, I'm having to filter certain posts. This has always been a public blog and I hope that, eventually, it will become that way again for the most part. I've had to set some entries to private because I can't not write about what's going on in my life, yet I can't let people read what I'm writing about. It's distressing because I am, for the most part, a very open person. I don't like hiding. I don't appreciate insincerity, hypocrisy, or other such unpleasantness that can often be associated with the worst examples of humanity. Since I've never been a big fan of humanity in the first place, the worst examples hold a special place of perturbation in my eyes. What's even worse is when I let such individuals into my realms and find that, like a barnacle on a whale's arse, they're nigh to impossible to rid myself of them.

And that makes me angry at myself. Because I was fool enough to allow these people any access to my life to begin with, I'm now having to suffer their intolerability indefinitely. The situation is dire and untenable. And I have only myself to blame. I've suffered so much unwarranted abuse over the past few months and I've searched my life over the past few years to see if maybe Karma might be involved here. I have found nothing to merit such foulness. I'm still in the process of sorting out the situation. The more I'm forced to dwell on it, the more infuriated I become. If anger makes a better Sith, I'm the best Sith in the galaxy, this one or the other one that's far, far away. My rage has been sufficiently honed.

I am once again behind on my email. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day for me to do everything I need or want to do. One of my problems is focus. Fibro Fog has been a serious issue for me of late and this doesn't amuse me in the least. One thing that did seem to help that condition was my consumption of a couple of Arizona Rx Energy Fast Shots the other night. No, I didn't drink two at one sitting. I paced them out over the course of a few hours. I needed to be awake and alert that night, and I needed my faculties. I got everything I needed out of that, but I am not making a habit of drinking energy drinks. First of all, despite the herbal base of such concoctions (extreme caffeine notwithstanding), I don't think they're very good for you. They serve a purpose when one needs to remain on one's toes but, other than that, it's a poor substitute for overcoming Fibro Fog naturally. It's just something I have to deal with in my own way and without the risky effects of energy elixirs. That's not to say I won't get more Arizonas if the need arises, given similar situations like the other night. I'm just not going to Do Whacka Do on a regular basis.

Even though I have signed up to participate in NaNoWriMo, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will not win this year; however, that's not to say I won't succeed in my goal. There are two reasons I signed up for NaNo. The main reason was to challenge myself to finish The Blood Crown. Even though I doubt I'll reach my 50k goal required by NaNo to win, I'm pretty certain I'll come close to completing the second installment of The Vampire Relics. I've created a Facebook group for the Relics and will probably create an LJ comm for them as well. When I do this, I'll be deleting [livejournal.com profile] chalice_novel. [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh is going to be editing The Chalice, which will go up in installments in the new Vampire Relics community. She's currently editing "The Sainted Confessor," which is a huge chunk of The Blood Crown. That'll be the first thing to go up in the FB group, but it won't appear in the community over here until The Blood Crown is complete.

I won't win NaNo this year because The Joker Blogs is still going on and will continue past Samhain. I was under the impression the series would end at Halloween. This has been extended. I don't know when the series will end now. Who knows? The current series may end and then another may begin? That's total speculation on my part maybe just a wee tad of wishful thinking. Either way, when I committed to help Dude with my own odd brand of PR, I did so for the long haul or until he tells me to walk the plank. I can't turn away from my duties to TJB for the entire month of November. I don't feel right doing it. It's not who I am to make a commitment, then just wander off for a little while when I might be needed to do what I promised I would do. So I'll be balancing NaNo and TJB in November and that means writing 50k words in 30 days might not be the most realistic goal in the world.

Is it doable? It might be. I'm going to give it my all. I'll give my all to both projects. But some things, like email, may be neglected as a result. Best to leave me messages on my posts here or reach out to me on Facebook or Twitter. That's not to say I won't write you back if you send me an email. I'm just saying it may take a while. When you have no mind to wrap around all the things you're doing, life in general gets a little convoluted.

Speaking of email, I got an email notification of a comment posted to my You Tube channel. It says: Tinhuviel...WOW! I knew you from your Shriekback yahoogroup back about 10 years ago! Not sure if I was Lilly Tilly, Sierra Bloom or Heide (or was I meengreens) in those days, LOL

I read an awesome story of yours back then, something very Vampirish, with a man remindful of B. Great stuff... just found your name on a... what else? ... Shriekback video!



How freaky-cool is that? I remember HeideHo very well. We had some very cool astrological conversations, mainly about B's chart, which is oddly almost identical to mine, even though our birthdays are almost 11 years apart and we were born in extremely different locales. Guess that's one reason why we've always kind of grokked on both a spoken and unspoken level. I left a comment on Heide's YT channel and I've friended her. If I'm not mistaken, she's a Canadian. I love Canadians. It's good to reconnect to people with whom you've lost touch. I gathered quite a network of unique and talented souls when I went searching for fellow Shriekback fans in the hope of rallying a revival of the band. That goal was met and produced some wonderful friendships, inspired creations by fans, and surreal encounters (like my visit with B in 2006). There's nothing I love more than to be an active part of a group of souls coming together for a common purpose and, as a result, Making Things Happen. Yes, that's capitalised for a reason. It's that important. And it always thrills me when souls that may have drifted apart, find their way back to one another. Now, if only Me'Shel'le would emerge from her hidey-hole...

I'm about 1/3 of the way through another Date story, this one called "The Artist's Date," and is a sort of 'thank you basket' to [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker for the lovely art she's so far contributed to The Vampire Relics. It's your typical Joker Date Night tale with the 3 rules to be followed strictly: 1) A Heath Ledger Reference, 2) An original scar story, and 3) the Date dies. There were a few special requests for this particular date since it is, after all, [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker's date. She's a horror nut and is truly looking forward to being murdered by J. This is not to say I want her dead in any way, shape, or form, but her wish is my command and J's absolute pleasure. Not sure where this will fit in the chronology, but Sidney's alive, so it's definitely after "The Nun's Date," where he was introduced. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned that Sidney is based entirely upon Sidney Poitier, who starred in Lilies of the Field. That was my paternal grandmother, Granny's all-time favourite film and, since it has to do with nun's it just made sense to me to connect this movie with "The Nun's Date" and introduce a little grounding energy to Joker's madcap existence. And I'm probably going to hell for making such a connection. Yet another reason I should be preparing my handbasket now. I'm truly racking up the Hell points these days...trust me.

After I finish "The Artist's Date," I'm making a bit of a departure in J-fic Land and am going to try my hand at writing Joker as a woman. Why? Well, it's another "thank you basket," this time to [livejournal.com profile] acook, who did a fantastic reading of a portion of "The Sainted Confessor." Over time, she's been creating a costume tailored just for her and her version of Joker. No, she's not dressing as Joker or as a girl trying to be Joker. No no no, it's not that simple. No. [livejournal.com profile] acook has defined herself as Joker, had Joker been female all along. [livejournal.com profile] acook is Femme Joker. That said, I'm going to attempt a fic based on that concept. I have no idea what it's going to be like and it will mean introducing yet another J into my already crowded head, but I think it'll be worth it. To give an idea of what Femme Joker is all about, I present this snappy little video. Prepare to get your Romany on.


While we're talking J-fic, I want to scream from the hilltops that the third chapter of The Endgame is available for reading. I can't stress enough how you really should be reading this fiction. It only gets better with each subsequent chapter, so you're destined to be hooked and happy for it. Here's the link to the third chapter, entitled Epiphany. [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze is truly a rare talent in writing and her ability to bring life to her characters, even those who aren't originally hers, is uncanny. When I read her Joker, I can hear him in my head. I love it when that happens and, therefore, I love Soph's story. You should read it, I'm telling you. It's not just good Joker fanfiction, it's good fiction period. And I need to finish my picture of Claire that I began ages ago. Like I said...not enough hours in the day for everything I want and need to do. But it'll happen, every...last...bit... Or heads will roll. And that'll be fun too.

I'm surrounded by talented people for the most part. Some who think they have me surrounded also think they're talented. They should think better of it. But that's another rant for another day. For now, I'm just gonna sit here and be grateful for talented friends who allow me to tag along.

I think that certainly should be enough from me. At least for now. I'm around these parts, just lurking, watching and observing. I'd never desert you guys...unless offered plenty of money. Hee! I'm gonna try to doze a little now. Then it's back up to write some more. It's 33 degrees here right now. Unprecedented.
tinhuvielartanis: (Super Sane)
I've begun to post my Date Series to Fanfiction.net. Why? Why not?

I began the process yesterday, posting in chronological order, beginning with 'The Nurse's Date.' I just got my first review. I feel really good about it.


I don't normally do this. I read this story for the first time yesterday and decided not to review it because I didn't know what to think of it. It's so very decidedly different from ANYTHING I've ever read. Coming back today, however, and seeing that it still had no reviews, (and not being able to get this story out of my mind,) I thought I'd throw in my two cents and tell you what I think. So here we go. First off, your writing is very good. Exceptionally so. You are clearly intelligent, that much is sure. I found absolutely NO typos, no grammar mistakes, and no errors of any kind to speak of. That says a lot, especially if you take into consideration the length of this story. Secondly, I want to address the reason why I think you haven't received any reviews yet. And this is just MY opinion, certainly not fact, so if you disagree at all with what I am about to share with you, please, tell me. Alright, so, I think the reason why you haven't received any reviews is because your portrayal of the Joker, (which is frighteningly accurate and extremely well written, I might add,) is TOO Joker-ish.

more of the review. it's long and I love it. )

Free

Oct. 17th, 2009 03:18 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Joker Trance)
I may have posted these lyrics before. If I have, well so be it. I re-posting them. Am writing another J-fic and this song always ends up on my j-Tunes playlist because the lyrics are perfect.

Free by VAST

It's time to laugh, it's time to cry
It's time to be what you need to be
It won't be long till they are gone
And we can be what we want to be
I wanna run from everything
Everything that holds me down
Nothing to win, nothing to lose

You can't tell me what to do anymore
You can't tell me what to do anymore
Now I'm free, now I'm free, now I'm free

I'm gonna run, I'm gonna win
I'm gonna do what I need to do
'Cause it's time to be what I need to be
It's time to be what I need to be

You can't tell me what to do anymore
You can't tell me what to do anymore
Now I'm free, now I'm free, now I'm free
Oh yeah

I want to hold air in my hand
Own the one thing you can't buy
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
It's time to be what I need to be
I'm gonna run from everything
Everything that holds me down
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
It's time to be what I need to be

You can't tell me what to do anymore
You can't tell me what to do anymore
You can't tell me what to do anymore
Now I'm free, now I'm free, now I'm free


Truly a celebratory song of utter liberation in every way possible and on multiple levels of meaning. "You can't tell me what to do anymore, now I'm free, now I'm free, now I'm FREE!"

Sing it, Jon.
tinhuvielartanis: (Card Kill You)
Someone made the dread mistake of giving me a Jack in the Box antenna topper. Yes I Jokerized him. Yes, I put The Joker Blogs website on the hat with a bunch of ha ha ha's. Yes I am a dweeb. So what? Screw all y'all.

Jokerized Jack

By the way, there's a new Blog coming out tomorrow. He's editing now. Be afraid...be very afraid.
tinhuvielartanis: (TJB Cliffs of Insanity)
Stay tuned for The Joker Blogs: Part II starting this Saturday!



And who knew that Joker had a home? He's always being portrayed as having a hideout, but never a home. [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze, what's your spin on this?

Doubtful

Sep. 22nd, 2009 08:39 pm
tinhuvielartanis: (Dark Doubt)
Do you doubt?

Do you have doubt?

Do you have such doubt?

Then you may have found a home with us on Facebook. Don't try to understand it. Just read my personal intro from over there:

Hello.

I'm Sithster Tinhuviel Artanis and I have such doubt.

This community was started because our little mascot here, my dog Toby aka Sister Ubiquita, chewed a hole in his blanket and, on the night Aunt Tudi and I watched the movie 'Doubt,' decided to stick his head through the hole, making himself look like a little nun.

When I saw him sitting there in his wimple and habit, I told Aunt Tudi, "Toby has such doubts."

I relayed this story to Sister Jilldo and Sister Megs, who both died of laughter, then returned to join me on Skype so that we could destroy every Joker quote in the 'The Dark Knight' with ..... DOUBT.

We plan on doing the same with other movies and forms of media (including The Joker Blogs because I'd have it no other way), and we welcome you to join us in the insanity and.... DOUBT.

My personal doubt is that I'm sane at all anymore. I think this tipped me right over the edge.

Now you know.


Explore the community, especially the pictures, where you'll fine a couple of photos of Toby as Sister Ubiquita of Our Lady of the Fuzzy Knuckles. That should make it all clear to you, especially you, [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze. The only thing I can't explain is why Joker hasn't donned the habit...yet. Maybe he's still recovering from the nurse uniform. I don't know. If [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker has her way, he may end up in the habit before you can say Bob's your Uncle (or even Joe).

I'm sure with this post, everyone on my friends list has doubts.....about me. I don't blame you. I'm with you there 100%.

God bless.
tinhuvielartanis: (Can't Stop Writing)
I'm still writing on "The Sainted Confessor." I just broke the 10k mark and Cadmus has only now rendered Faust unconscious, fed from him, and placed immobility geasa upon his naked frame. Now it gets....fun for some, unpleasant for others. I'm on a writing roll. I don't want to stop right now. Those of you waiting on me for things, thank you for your patience. But this chapter must be written or the entire book will have to be tanked.

After I finish "The Sainted Confessor," I'm treating myself to a Date Story as a reward. [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker wants a date and so does my Reconciled J. Too bad it won't end up nearly as good for Canada as it will for J. In between that, though, I've a review to write and a short story to read. And I need to connect to some of my Tribe like I haven't in a while. You know who you are, Sweet S!

And I really need to figure out how to make myself a Faust icon without the world imploding.
tinhuvielartanis: (Card Kill You)
Courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh!

1. Are you dating the person you text most?
I don't text and I only date a person once... Once is enough.

2. When is your birthday?
Oh, sometime this year. It happens same day and same month of every year. Funny how that works.

3. What do you want?
Like I said before, my face on the one dollar bill!


J is a Cheeky Monkey )
tinhuvielartanis: (Joker_Glare)
How quickly can I change gears without the transmission falling out of my creative car? We'll see... I'm gonna write this as Reconciled J, so there may be Date elements to come out in the answers. Fun fun fun!

[livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker said...
Ok so I found this one. And some of the questions made me laugh. Some are crap, but some are good. But hey, can't win em all right?
I would very much like to see this filled out as The Joker [der].
You TOTALLY don't have to do this if you read the questions and completely hate it.

Oh and please forgive the fact that I don't know how to lj cut or anything that involves being lj savvy in a comment, so bare with me.

Finish this sentence: The last person I kissed is...the chick who sold me my ear buds and Kung Fu kicked the crap out of me once oh so very long ago. I was kissing her goodbye because the police had finally caught up with me and I was heading off to Arkham for a little vacation.

Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight? A little bit, seeing as how she's a little ah....dead.

More from J )

LJ Icons

Aug. 15th, 2009 06:26 am
tinhuvielartanis: (Default)
http://rancidrainbow.com/thesite/2009/08/15/lj-icons/

Have a taste of what's in store if you click. And yes, [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow, I'm hot linking! Whatcha gonna do about it?! I'm such a fun-loving criminal. ha.

tinhuvielartanis: (Card Kill You)
Over on Facebook....If [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh and [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy want to add theirs here as well, that'd be wunderbar!

Inspired by Jilldo Rosenburg's gift of lifting spirits.

*ahem*

::whispers::... You wanna know how I got these scars? C'mere... ::grabs YOU and has Cupid in your mouth before you know it::
3 stories so far. )
tinhuvielartanis: (I Blog)
This has probably been seen by everyone on Earth, but I want to post them here for posterity's sake. If you haven't seen them, please watch without liquid or food in your mouth, as you may end up having something shoot through your nose.



tinhuvielartanis: (Can't Stop Writing)
Too bad I wasn't awake this morning to enjoy it. I took my jacked-up meds like a good little brain patient last night around 9 PM. Midnight came and I was still wide awake, just working away like a happy little minion, sweeping through the forums like a harpy on a mop (that one was for you, [livejournal.com profile] filmkitty), working on a drawing for [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze, and rereading what I have so far of The Blood Crown. Y'know, hey lolly lolly just-a doin' my thang. Add to the mix an insane brainstorming chat-session about a viral campaign and Nerf management with [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker and Fox, the Clown's Updater over on You Tube, and you have the makings of a long and happy evening.

I was, that is, until right around 3 am, while I was online with [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow discussing the need for a Town Hall Meeting, now that Little Bro has such a large and scattered team helping him out. Well, we were talking about that and music. And that's the last thing I remember until around 5 this morning when Aunt Tudi asked me to get up and give her her insulin shot. I woke up starved to death so I got a wee bowl of grits and couldn't even finish those. Aunt Tudi woke me a few minutes later, telling me to get my hair out of my food. I went and cleaned up, got rid of the grits, and wibbled my way back to the love seat to finish one more thing online before I turned in.

I woke up on the love seat at 2 PM.

So I've had over 9 hours of deep, uninterrupted, dreamless sleep, just at the wrong time of day. I expect I'll be up all night tonight. I'm not taking the meds tonight. I'll just stay awake until around 6 PM tomorrow evening. Then I'll take the meds and maybe I'll fall out at the correct time. What I really think my problem is, is that I'm by nature a night person. All of my creative efforts and thoughts kick my spirit up a notch when the sun goes down. Maybe forcing myself to sleep at night isn't the best idea in the world. I'm gonna try it for a while, but I may instead reverse myself completely and take my meds for a daytime sleep schedule, interrupting it only long enough to perform diurnal duties before crawling back into my coffin.


In other news, I am officially retired from writing The Date Series. I know I've said that before, but this time is different. Yesterday, I deleted my j-Tunes from my i-Tunes playlists and from Son of iGor. If nothing else bespeaks finality, that does to anyone who truly knows me. The tale is in the music. If the music is dispersed, the tale is over. I have achieved Zen Oneness with my Joker. All the Js that were crowding my head merged into one happy, reconciled, shiny new Head Joker who can now reside in the brain pan and give advice on chaos, anarchy, and dealing with difficult people as needed.

There was one other J-fic I was considering writing, and I actually started it. Its working title was "One Pretty Bad Day," and it was to follow a day in the life of J, who has apparently fallen victim to Murphy's Law. Yes, it was a comedy. No, there was no violence or sex involved. I may still do it, I don't know. Right now, the only J-related thing I have the time or sanity to focus on is The Joker Blogs and making sure Little Bro gets to do his thing in the way he wants to do it, with no or close to no distraction or bother. Where my mind is right now, any J-related writing will be in that vein, for the maintenance and furtherance of Little Bro's growing empire. My new Head J, who sits next to Maul on the Council of We'll Kick Your Ass and Laugh while We Do It, will be very useful to my psyche as I keep on keeping on in this capacity. The characters that inhabit my head are my archetypes, whom I tap when the need arises. There's never a dull moment when a Sith Lord and a sociopathic Clown with self-image issues are on the job. There's some other stuff I want to write regarding TJB, but that'll have to wait until later when my thoughts are gathered.


I'd also like to get back into HG World Zombie Drama podcast, but I'll be needing a new mic before I can do that. Mine is knackered. I may as well string a tin can to one of my USB ports. I thought I'd be able to get one this month, but it's not gonna happen 'til September now. I'm hoping I can still be a part of it in some way by then. I had a hella good time doing what I did with 'In the Flesh.'

There's that, and I've gotten the bug to start drawing again, thanks to my interp of one of [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze's characters. After I finish that, I may try my hand at a new Cadmus picture. It's been years since I drew him, so I'm sure he's changed in subtle ways that will only come out on paper. Heck, for that matter, I may as well draw him and Orphaeus together, since The Blood Crown is as much about the dynamics of their relationship as it is about anything else. Now that I have new artist friends who can give me good advice and beat me about the head with easels if need be, I feel much better about drawing and being able to improve myself.

And, for the first time in quite a long time, I have The Blood Crown open and looking at me from the computer monitor. I feel rejuvenated from my fan fiction vacation, even though that holiday took a right turn at Albuquerque when it should have taken a left. All in all, it was a scream, as opposed to The Vampire Relics being a Shriek. Totally different vibe. And now I'm getting back into the dreadful poetry of Cadmus Pariah and company. Once more into the Abyss...

Better untried than found defective
Better unhinged than unselective
Better messed-up than compromised
Better ignored than not emphasized
tinhuvielartanis: (Joker Trance)

Joker jumped out of the car and was up the steps of the old warehouse before Cathy had even gotten the heavy door of the Gremlin open enough for her to maneuver herself out of the unwieldy car. Gremlins had always been a bitch in every way. She was glad they were near extinction. Finally making her way out of the blue monstrosity, Cathy made her way up the steps and followed the Joker into the old warehouse.

Inside, it looked like it may have been a rag factory at one time. Cathy could almost see the neat rows of sewing machines, a harried woman sitting at each one repeating the same stitch for 8 to 10 hours over and over and over again. Now the place was nothing but dingy dust. She looked around and found the stairs. Yes, a two story rag factory. The boss probably would have lived here, too, to oversee his textile empire at all times. There were probably apartments near the back of the building.

“C’mere Twist Tie, follow me. My place is back herrre,” Joker said, taking Cathy’s hand and making a dash to the back of the warehouse. Cathy was in heels. She couldn’t go that fast and she faltered. The Joker stopped and looked at her.

“Can we just go at a normal pace?” she asked.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Why don’t you go at your normal pace and I’ll be back there waiting on you?” And he was off in a full run, laughing the entire way. Cathy was beginning to feel a little hurt by his attitude. Still, she followed.

When she joined Joker at his little apartment, she found a bedroom with two mattresses on the floor covered in a crumpled blue sheet and patchwork comforter. Beside it on the floor was a boom box and about half dozen CDs scattered on the floor. Adjacent to the bedroom was a small bathroom and a kitchen nook. And that was it. No money, no gold, no spoils of the Joker’s reign of terror on the Syndicate’s pawn racket. She wondered where it was, not that she was interested at all in the Joker’s riches. No, Cathy was here for one thing and one thing only.

PAAS )

tinhuvielartanis: (Joker Trance)

Okay….The Horriblewood Walk of Shame xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?

This one is dedicated to the following who compelled me into this mess: Xandy (my writer friend. Visit her at http://www.covermyscript.com/), Kanike (the Abbott to my Costello, the Butthead to my Beavis, and the Webmonster who hides under everyone’s bed. You can see her work at http://www.rancidrainbow.com and http://www.thejokerblogs.com) and Blog Boy (Little Bro. You can’t visit him yet, but you can see his genius at work at http://www.youtube.com/thejokerblogs or check yourself into his asylum at http://www.thejokerblogs.com ). One of Xandy’s short stories inspired the idea for this, Kanike hounded me to doitdoitdoitdoit, and Blog Boy had me keep Word open waaaaay too long during my Grieving process for me not to take virtual pen in hand. Then there’s the cheerleading team, Megs, Jilldo, and Sweet Sophie (with her wretched little tree rhyme…she should be set aflame and thrown into that four-story sink hole in Toronto!...okay, well maybe that’s harsh. I love my Sweet Sophie….I just want to punch her once..really hard..right between the eyes….) Each of you (except for Xandy) deserve a swift kick to the tuckus. Or maybe reading this will be punishment enough.

Musical nods to the Everly Brothers (who gave me the Cougar’s name with their song “Cathy’s Clown”), Dave Matthews Band, Kasabian, VNV Nation, The Prodigy, Taco (not the food, youngsters. Look him up on You Tube, along with the word ‘Ritz’ and get edumacated), Sting, and Three Dog Night.

The Cougar’s Date

She watched him from across the street, this strange little man in the clown make-up and the almost-Zoot suit. He carried a knife in each gloved hand, and he was backing out of a pawn shop with two of his partners bagging money, guns, jewelry, pretty anything of any worth. He popped his head back in the door and said loudly enough for her to hear across the street, “Oh, and, don’t forget ~ tell the Falcone, Maronis, Zambonis, Macaronis and whatever other onis that are temporaaarily in charge of this town that Joker was herrre…and I’ve only just begun. oohaaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

And with that, she watched him almost dance down the street behind his two henchmen, shoving a knife in each of their backs and catching their bags as they dropped to the ground unceremoniously. He jumped up and it looked like he may have clicked his heels as he hopped into the old sky blue AMC Gremlin and sped off into the dimming Gotham twilight.

God, he was hot….in a strange, clownish, murderous, psychopathic way. She’d been trailing him for days, watching how he worked, wondering what his motivations were. Surely he took some downtime, maybe went to a bar or somewhere, where she could chat him up. That was the idea. She knew that, if she could just get him alone, she’d have him out of that strange thrift store suit and grease paint before he knew it. He wouldn’t know what hit him.

on the prowl )

tinhuvielartanis: (Never Wrong a Writer)
For those waiting, I'm still working, but I've gotta sleep now.. It'll be Tuesday (today) sometime before it's ready. Drats. And apologies.

**fried Tin**
tinhuvielartanis: (Can't Stop Writing)
Okay, I'm taking a break from psychically slaughtering Nerfs to write here before I rrite more on the story. I've been meaning to post these pictures all day, but I kept being pulled into rampant idiocy and general insanity (or that could be the other way around). I think it's the psychic energy of Lughnassadh that's brought out the crazies more than usual to test the limits of my patience. It made me wish I were in Dune. In Dune there are words that can kill.

Anyway.... on to the pictures!

random imagery for no reason whatseover )

I'm about halfway through The Fic That Should Not Be, Yet Is! I would have probably finished it today, but I ran into a few issues with TJB.com and associated websites that took my full attention. A couple of people who know who Blog Boy is decided to get all rowdy. Probably the psychic influence of Lughnassadh. Everyone wants to don a kilt, paint themselves blue, and show their arses on Lughnassadh! I've got an hour and 10 minutes to go as I write this. After that, everyone needs to calm down so I can finish this story or I'm gonna snap, don war paint, and start blowing things up starting with the crazy people who've made this day sooo enjoyable for me.

Now... I am going to write until I pass out, whenever that is. Someone needs killin' and I aim to make it happen no later than tomorrow! The writing is going much more easily this time, I guess because I'm wanting to write this particular story. And I've always been a big fan of prequels, and that's what this is, so there you go.

And, and as marker... apparently I am now a bad ass.
tinhuvielartanis: (Joker_Glare)
This is the first part of a first draft, so don't expect much. I'm posting it because I wanna.

on the prowl )
tinhuvielartanis: (Writer's Revenge)
Whee! I finally shut down around 11 last night and got up shortly after 5 this morning. Glorious sleep, albeit scrunched up on the love seat. Now, I'm listening to the playlist for the latest fic I was hijacked into writing and, yes, I'm writing it. And it's not because of anything anyone said to me or did to me. Although the collective, yet separate actions of others prompted me, it was something I said to someone the other day that compelled me to proceed.

"Nothing is unprintable. That's a law somewhere....and nothing should be unwritten."

So, in the end, I hijacked myself; therefore I must write.

Actually, I'm not writing on it yet. The entire story is in my head, so it shouldn't take very long once I get to rolling. It will pre-date The Nurse's Date which, chronologically, has always been the first in the series. And it will pre-date that story by several years, at least five or more. Nothing will be recognisable in this story. Even the music used for the construction of the plot is a little different, using Sting, Dave Matthews, the Everly Brothers, even ELO and Three Dog Night. Of course, we have the regular musical influences of the Prodigy (the only band that's helped me write both Maul and J fic. Maybe it's their underlying hint of rage...::she says wryly::). I'm just listening to the playlist to prepare for later. I've got some serious inspiration for this one. I can see her very clearly now, which is wholly necessary for J to see her correctly. He has her in his sights now. It won't be long now. Well, once I get to writing it, it won't.

For now, I have something else to write, which I hope to have completed today. I can't show it yet, if it ever sees the light of day, that is. If it does, when I can, it'll be available to anyone who wants to read it. That's the first order of business for the day.

Second is some detective work, trawling through thousands of grammatical train wrecks to find the few, glimmering survivors. My only problem is that I'm going to have to take numerous breaks to verbally throttle some people, which will end up making me take even more time I really don't have. But some people just need to be flicked between the eyes with forefinger and thumb. I know...reticent much? I'm just marking moments for my own reference later when I'm tromping through my burgeoning archive trying to find something. If it's not there, I can't find it, so here it be. When the inscrutability can be blown aside, I'll reference back to this post with a post that explains all.

Still working on the Joker Blogs site with the aim to make it like a Daft Punk song: "Harder Better Faster Stronger." And I had to take a bit of a break last night before I fell out to do a little business with [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh in this corner of the world. I swear, if I had the power to Force throttle by way of Teh Intarwebs, there'd be Admiral Ozzels lying about all over the world. If you get that reference, then that's why we're friends. Anyway...gotta keep the Dude's back. I can't stand it when uninformed nudnicks go skittering about like little bugs mouthing off about matters they know not.

As far as Force throttling, here's a happy little song passed on to me by [livejournal.com profile] booraven22.

cut for lyrics )

I'm really quite fond of that song. I see it as a kind of anthem. Maybe it'll be what we'll all hear when the Terrifying Squeegee of God (tm) comes to squitch humanity out of existence in...::checks watch::..a little less than 3.5 years. Wouldn't that be hilarious to hear this song ringing from...wherever and it be the last thing you ever hear? I think about these things.

Oh, I got sidetracked. This is what happens when I sleep after an insomnia jag.

After I work on the aforementioned projects, I'll work on the new Date. It won't be finished today, obviously. Maybe by the end of the week. And I find it kind of ironic that this first story in the chronology will be the last I write in the series. I know I've said that many times before, but I mean it this time. Seriously, I mean it. It's got to end. For me at least. J will always have to have dates, so somebody has to take up the torch. Maybe [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow herself? Perhaps [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze? Or you? I don't own J and I don't dictate his dating habits. It's a series. If it continues, no lawsuits will be forthcoming. I'm not big on the law and I hate suits, unless they're of the Zoot variety. If they are, please...call me ::makes hand phone sign and nods suggestively::

Okay, off to work. And a happy tip of the hat to you all. As Barry says, soonsoon!

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