Tonight's Duties
Jul. 13th, 2009 02:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisOne duty was to extend the hand of friendship to someone I barely know, but to whom I feel a weird kinship to, despite him being the Anti-Tin on many levels. Should we ever meet in person, we'd cancel each other out and people within a 30 mile radius would drop like flies from the effect of it. I know these things.
I must write a couple of pieces for the LJ Idol book that's being published. If I'd been told a few years ago when I competed on season one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
therealljidol, that there would be a book being published, featuring various writers who had been involved in the competition, and featuring all the winners of each season, I would have laughed my silly ass off right in front of the messenger. It was requested that a person submit three of their entries used in the competition of which they were a part, with no guarantee that any of them would be accepted into the book. All three of my entries are going in. I also have to write a piece on an open topic and one on one of two writing prompts. I can't publish any of what I write here on the Cliffs, because the pieces are supposed to be for the book alone. This really kills me because I'm used to posting everything here, the good, the bad, and the hideously ugly. I learned just this evening that my posting habits can cause confusion and distress at times. Who knew the Cliffs could be so controversial at times?
It must be human nature to press the big shiny history eraser button even though it comes with a ton of warnings not to press. Then again, it was my goal to portray J as what he always was, not a sweet-natured fella with a clown fetish. You don't want to date him unless you don't want to live. The man has issues and I warned people that the fic was probably the worst I'd ever written. I'm a student of serial killers. Hell, I even went on a Ripper walk. I've stood where the Ripper did his handiwork. If you think for a minute you're going to get bedded by the Joker and not walk away dead, or at least with a few dozen cuts, you're out of your mind. Granted some did survive, but only because I wanted them to. You can't have every fic be the same. Anyway, there was a disclaimer and a cut. If you clicked it and read, what on Earth did you expect? I'm a dark person. I have dark characters that inhabit my head. I'd continue to write the Date Series, had my Head J not been infiltrated by Blog Boy's interpretation. Since he's done that, though, I can't go about writing the horrible things I do with even a speck of BB present in the plot. It's creepy and goes against my vow to prevent such hooha from ever reaching him.
So, tonight. I think I'm going to focus on the open topic tonight, maybe discuss how music is the driving force behind many writer's creative mojo, which brings to mind the idea that creativity is cyclic, that one artist feeds the other and what's being created is certainly transformed in the hands of each manipulator of creative reality. Yeah...that. We'll see how it goes. If it's not accepted by the publisher, I'll post it here.
I'll work on one or both of the prompts tomorrow. I'd be nice to have six entries in the books. The more mentions, the merrier, as far as agent-shopping goes. Although I've almost given up on that anyway. People prefer the straightforward approach to reading and writing these days. The 'For Dummie's' books and the 'Twilight' series certainly put my work in its wordly place, lemme tell you. Just because it doesn't bespeak of your age, doesn't mean it's of any less worth! Lord Byron would love The Chalice, so screw you all!
I'm babbling. I'm going to go babble in a more constructive way now. Maybe after a quick nap. An hour maybe.
I must write a couple of pieces for the LJ Idol book that's being published. If I'd been told a few years ago when I competed on season one of
therealljidol, that there would be a book being published, featuring various writers who had been involved in the competition, and featuring all the winners of each season, I would have laughed my silly ass off right in front of the messenger. It was requested that a person submit three of their entries used in the competition of which they were a part, with no guarantee that any of them would be accepted into the book. All three of my entries are going in. I also have to write a piece on an open topic and one on one of two writing prompts. I can't publish any of what I write here on the Cliffs, because the pieces are supposed to be for the book alone. This really kills me because I'm used to posting everything here, the good, the bad, and the hideously ugly. I learned just this evening that my posting habits can cause confusion and distress at times. Who knew the Cliffs could be so controversial at times?It must be human nature to press the big shiny history eraser button even though it comes with a ton of warnings not to press. Then again, it was my goal to portray J as what he always was, not a sweet-natured fella with a clown fetish. You don't want to date him unless you don't want to live. The man has issues and I warned people that the fic was probably the worst I'd ever written. I'm a student of serial killers. Hell, I even went on a Ripper walk. I've stood where the Ripper did his handiwork. If you think for a minute you're going to get bedded by the Joker and not walk away dead, or at least with a few dozen cuts, you're out of your mind. Granted some did survive, but only because I wanted them to. You can't have every fic be the same. Anyway, there was a disclaimer and a cut. If you clicked it and read, what on Earth did you expect? I'm a dark person. I have dark characters that inhabit my head. I'd continue to write the Date Series, had my Head J not been infiltrated by Blog Boy's interpretation. Since he's done that, though, I can't go about writing the horrible things I do with even a speck of BB present in the plot. It's creepy and goes against my vow to prevent such hooha from ever reaching him.
So, tonight. I think I'm going to focus on the open topic tonight, maybe discuss how music is the driving force behind many writer's creative mojo, which brings to mind the idea that creativity is cyclic, that one artist feeds the other and what's being created is certainly transformed in the hands of each manipulator of creative reality. Yeah...that. We'll see how it goes. If it's not accepted by the publisher, I'll post it here.
I'll work on one or both of the prompts tomorrow. I'd be nice to have six entries in the books. The more mentions, the merrier, as far as agent-shopping goes. Although I've almost given up on that anyway. People prefer the straightforward approach to reading and writing these days. The 'For Dummie's' books and the 'Twilight' series certainly put my work in its wordly place, lemme tell you. Just because it doesn't bespeak of your age, doesn't mean it's of any less worth! Lord Byron would love The Chalice, so screw you all!
I'm babbling. I'm going to go babble in a more constructive way now. Maybe after a quick nap. An hour maybe.
