I had a great holiday at Middleham - here it is, looking all spooky in the snow and fog. I had the place all to myself on my birthday, which was lovely.
And Yuletide has made me happy, happy, happy. :)
( Read more, but be warned of spoilers later for Doctor Who 'End of Time'. )
Hello there, you lovely person, you!
The first thing you need to know is that I will be away for a week over Christmas, without internet access, and I'm not coming back until 28th December. Be assured that the first thing I shall do on my return is check out Yuletide!
Secondly, please check out my profile and website if you want to know a bit more about me. A few other stories are lurking elsewhere on this journal.
( Further thoughts which may or may not be helpful. )
Fandom: Torchwood/Chronicles of Chrestomanci crossover
Pairing: none [gen]
Summary: Jack, Gwen and Ianto investigate an energy spike in the Rift and find the corpse of a young man, but nothing is quite what it seems.
Word count: 7775
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Torchwood is the creative property of the BBC. Chrestomanci belongs to Diana Wynne Jones.
Warnings: None so far as I know.
Spoilers: Takes place after Torchwood Season 2 and shortly after 'Journey's End', finale of Doctor Who Season 4. Spoilers for both. Takes place approximately two years after 'Conrad's Fate' in the Chronicles of Chrestomanci.
Author's Notes: Prior knowledge of Diana Wynne Jones' Chronicles of Chrestomanci series isn't necessary for reading, but some knowledge of Torchwood is advisable.
( Read on. )
I've been diverting myself this last week or so by watching all the extended editions of the Lord of the Rings films back-to-back. (And yes, there is a volcano in it! Mt. Ngaurohoe and Mt. Ruapehu in New Zealand, to be precise, though I read somewhere that Tolkien modelled Mt. Doom on Mt. Stromboli in Italy.)
I still maintain that FOTR is the best. ROTK still strikes me as the weakest - largely due to the Flaming Flying DenethorTM. Would it've killed them to cut out some battlefield exploits and develop the poor man's character just a teeny tiny bit? And those cherry tomatoes bother me every time - if they squish like that, they're over-ripe, you daft man! And I'm still not keen on the Dead - why are they green? In long distance shots, they remind me of fairy liquid bubbles. And what the hell are they doing on the Pelennor Fields anyway? And how the heck did Elrond get to Dunharrow all the way from Rivendell with such apparent ease? Is there a SEKRIT TUNNEL known only to the Elves? And what was all this twaddle about Arwen's fate being tied into the fate of the Ring, and her dying? Bah!
The plans for The Hobbit film(s) sound intriguing. I really want to see Orlando Bloom back as Legolas. Specifically, I want to see him sitting up a tree at some point giggling and singing pointlessly annoying little ditties, "Tra la la la lally, here down in the valley," and so forth. Then Elrond can give him his Agent Smith Death Glare and all will be well in my world. Oh, and I want Elladan and Elrohir. And Glorfindel. Together. Covered in
Torchwood. Oh Torchwood. What have they done to you? It was so good, it was scary. And it was so unlike the Torchwood we had come to know and love that it kind of did my head in. It was like a reboot where the boot was applied repeatedly to the head with great vigour and violence. Quite where we go from here, I don't know. Part of me wants Jack to have some happy-happy-feel-better times. I'd quite like to send him to Rivendell. Legolas can sing pointlessly annoying little ditties to him. More talented Elves can compose a tragic Lament to Ianto, which can be sung every night for hours on end in the Hall of Fire. Jack can bond with little Estel and realise that there is Hope. And - best of all - Jack can spend a few happy hours with Elladan and Elrohir. And Glorfindel. Together. Covered in
Harry-the-kitten is now Harry-the-stroppy-teenager. Treats the place like a hotel and is only adorable when he wants feeding. My neighbour has spotted him assaulting wood pigeons; fortunately Harry has not yet attempted to bring them home.
I have a few pieces of writing completed (laboriously) last year, and have actually started writing again with enthusiasm. I may even post something, somewhere! (Yep, look out for fiction at the end of 2010, then, going on my past record.)
In my absence, everyone seems to have started twittering. Bloody cheek, I call it, nicking half my journal name without so much as a by your leave! Well, I'm not changing it. So there!
( Random stuff )
Post a list of your top five favourite fics you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.
I pinched this idea from Riona back in April this year, but I'm doing it without the tagging bit!
Yep, the subject header says it all, really.
I've not really been a lazy cow. Well, all right. I have. A bit. But I've also had a dead computer, a holiday, too much stuff to do for work, a life (beyond work and computer), lots of letters to write and half a dozen stories to start writing.
Note the 'start writing'. Hey, it's what I do. Now 'finish writing' is a whole new ball game, as they say, and I haven't actually mastered that yet. Only occasionally does that pan out. This is why my 2006 Hallowe'en story (which can't decide if it's humour, tragedy, angst or hurt/comfort and may end up as an unholy mixture of all of them) may or may not be ready for Easter 2007. But that's okay, considering it's based on an idea I had back in the *cough* late 1980s, which I've attempted to write with three other trios prior to this. And failed. Obviously. If this one actually makes it, it'll be a minor miracle!
Then there's the bondage fic. Which doesn't seem to have any actual bondage in it, because that would derail the humour. Trust me, I'm writing it and it would. Not to mention the 'Torchwood' crossover fic which refuses to be written because a) I don't know where the series is going, which kind of buggers up the characterisation of Captain Jack and b) Certain Other People who keep running away with the plot and will have to be retconned into submission if they don't start behaving themselves.
And then there's the Angsty Fic of Doom and Death. Which arose from a nightmare about global warming. I kid ye not. It's very angsty. It's full of doom and actual death. And every time I attempt to write it, I get all teary and depressed. Which kind of begs the question why I'm writing the damn thing in the first place. I think it's to get it out of my system once and for all. And also, obviously, to depress anyone who doesn't heed the warnings and actually reads it.
However, there is one which is almost actually finished. It has a beginning, most of a middle and an end. Just a crucial bit in the middle (just before the end) to sort out. Just, she says. Look forward to seeing this one sometime in the middle of the next decade, then.
On other matters: I loved, loved, loved the DW Christmas Special. Catherine Tate is exactly the sort of companion the Doctor needs. Someone who'll give him a slap when he's being a prat. Martha, take notes.
Fight Club Torchwood was effective last week. It's a very uneven series. I like the way that all the characters are really a bit (a lot!) crap. This, surely, cannot be the creme de la creme of Torchwood - these must be the rejects! I like Gwen's descent into being as morally questionable as the rest of them - though she should have seen it coming. And please could Ianto do something other than make the coffee or angst? Full on sex with Jack would be my preference. Second choice - guest appearance on 'Strictly Come Dancing' next year, wearing something pink and spangly. (I have never claimed to be sane.)
Difficult, when I've been off work today with a bloody migraine. (Question: when I go back to work tomorrow, do I get the kids to write the instructions for how they made their fruit smoothie, or do Thursday's work - which was how to keep your hamster happy. Hah! It was hard reading that book with a straight face, let me tell you. I'm sure someone somewhere has written a Caring for the Hamster piece.)
Bloody migraine wasn't there at 5.00am, when the rain woke me, but was at 6.30am when the alarm went off. Just about managed to stuff the antibiotic pills in Fox's moggy food, phone work and then stagger back to bed to try and sleep it off.
Perhaps the rain caused it. Or perhaps it was the vague unfocussed dreams about evil men doing bad things to Stephen Fry, Yes, I finally watched 'V for Vendetta' and found that bit especially disturbing. Particularly when it occured to me that most of the people I like to watch on TV/film simply would not be allowed to survive in such a world - they'd all be silenced one way or another. I had to watch a snipper of 'QI' on satellite just to reassure myself about Stephen Fry's continued existence. And it wouldn't be that hard to bring such a world into existence. Hmmmm. I don't think the rain was to blame for the migraine.
I think maybe tonight I'll re-watch 'Top Gear's Winter Olympics and try and think cheerful thoughts.
a. someone likes it
b. I manage the damn lj cut
Title: Three Men and a Maserati
Fandom: Torchwood/Top Gear
Characters: Jack Harkness, Jeremy Clarkson, James May, Richard Hammond
Warnings: RPS. No others so far as I know.
Summary: "My name is Jack Harkness. I'm not here to fix your car, I'm here to remove you from it for your own safety."
Disclaimer: Torchwood/Top Gear belong to the BBC. The presenters belong to themselves.
Archive: Yes, but contact me, so I know where it's going.
Notes: Written for The 'Captain Jack Sexes Everyone In Every Fandom Ever' Challenge. Because I am weak and can resist everything except temptation. Extensive knowledge of cars (hah!), and Top Gear presenters' motor vehicle preferences, cribbed entirely from the Internet. Apologies if it's all bollocks.
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My excuse is as follows:
a. the Torchwood/Whoniverse is not ours
b. therefore it is not Real Life
c. therefore anyone I write about in the Torchwood/Whoniverse is not actually a Real Life person either
d. they exist in an alternate reality
e. so that's all right then
I'm quite sure I'll be able to think up more excuses should I need them in future.
I blame The 'Captain Jack Sexes Everyone In Every Fandom Ever' Challenge.
It's odd. I haven't written anything for about a year. And now I find inspiration in the oddest place.
More to come.