Procrastination Central

not related to the book meme (i know - i should get on that, but seriously. we are close to the finish line), but instead related to My Own Fic.

unlike other stories about My Own Fic, this one begins with me reading Someone Else's Fic. which is something i do from time to time. sometimes i even enjoy it, although not always. (i'm not sure whether the simon snow fandom doesn't do rec lists, or whether tumblr doesn't do rec lists because it's so ephemeral, or if FANDOM doesn't do rec lists any more for reasons of its own. or whether there are rec lists and i just can't find them because i still dont really know how to use tumblr.) (the point is, i might well make a rec list that i can keep updating. i dont know whether people will be able to find it, becuase of course they don't know that dreamwidth exists! but nevertheless, i may make one. )

anyway- the other day i was reading a fic that i did enjoy - which was Stay up with Me by sharkmartini, who is a writer i like. (unlike the rest of the fandom it's possible she's not more than a decade younger than me).

the fic is good, and i'd recommend it (if i had a rec list, which maybe i will, soon). it's about a version of simon who ended the war by killing baz, rather than doing what he does in the book - who travels without his consent to the universe we know from the book, where he is married to baz.

most relevantly for this conversation, it also reminded me a lot of mah own fic, 'The Sleepwalker' and the sequel, Meanwhile. (where, if you weren't with me in that fandom, dear reader, the same thing happens - although for me, the canonverse was obviously the one where the doctor killed the master, rather than the other way round).

( read on if you love to read someone else's naval gazing )

had a very nice christmas, which involved us eating a lot of food and watching many things, and reading other things. some of the things that i read were zines (which i shall talk about in an upcoming post), and one of the things that i read was this lovely christmas fic written for my birthday. b7 isn't a yuletide fandom any more (we are now over 500 fics over the line, however you look at it), but this more than made up for it.

In the Bleak Midwinter (32214 words) by x_los
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Blake's 7
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kerr Avon/Roj Blake
Characters: Kerr Avon, Roj Blake, Vila Restal, Del Tarrant, Deva (Blake's 7), Soolin (Blake's 7), Jenna Stannis, Dayna Mellanby
Additional Tags: Post Gauda Prime, Christmas, Reconciliation, Redemption, References to Dickens, Christmas Truce of 1914
Summary:

A year after their encounter on Gauda Prime, Blake and Avon are engaged in a war of attrition.

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anyway - enough about her! let's talk about ME.

yes, it's time for the end of year fic meme, assuming that i dont write anything in the next five days and i seriously doubt that i will. using the same format as last year (you can c/p your own from last year's post).

( fic what i wrote this year )

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as a special gift (that you didn't particularly want), here's a dump of fic that i haven't finished for whatever reason that it's unlikely i will finish (including travis on the liberator, though it'd be nice to finish that). the mills and boon hypnotism one is LONG too, but i just ran out of steam.

i've also got TWO different beginnings of blake/servalan bodyswap for you.

enjoy!

( unfinished b7 fic dump )

i didn't do this meme last year (i think) because i hadn't written anything really. BUT THIS YEAR I WROTE LOADS. LOADS. netgirl_y2k did this meme yesterday, but i was already planning to haul it out and post it because for the first time in as long as i can remember, i wrote astonishingly more than i thought i would this year. not only did i write a shit tonne of blake, but i also wrote quite a few Who things.

( 2013 fic meme )

so, with finale and the ensuing who drought drawing ever closer, i've decided to spend a week posting about things that aren't doctor who. my reasons being three fold:
1. i assume after the finale i will want to talk about doctor who a lot and pretty much nothing else
2. after that's over i will be forced to talk about something else because there won't be as much to say any more
3. all the people who know me in real life are getting kind of tired of all the who talk.

obviously there won't be no talk of of doctor who at all: it's just the ratio of doctor who to other stuff with be inverted.

to that effect, i bring you:

a short account of my day
woke up too early. travelled to hyde park corner on tube. watched a parade celebrating the 60th anniversary of israel whilst on the way to actual park. almost took free whistle but decided it would be dishonest given that i wasn't staying for the celebration. had picnic. wore new hat. was told by jo that i looked like the seventh doctor in hat. got very cross and said "no, fifth doctor" a lot. went rowing on the serpentine(?)/big lake. jumped in dashing fashion from own boat to boat of pedalo-ing friends then back again. didn't fall in. sucess! more picnic-ing. lots of hayfever. whole body aches from rowing. went home. washed pollen from skin. watched stolen earth for the third time. drank really bad wine (lindermanns - avoid it). sat down to write this post.

because none of that is really as gripping as might be hoped, i've also decided to give each of these (shall we say) advent days a theme. today's theme is the letter B!:

non fandom writing.
(because sometimes i do write stuff without time lords in it.)

this basically boils down into two distinct projects, both of which i am writing with my long suffering, new-who hating flatmate, anna.

project the first, you might remember from nanowrimo time, is a superhero chicklit dual-narrative novel entitled 'can't run in high heels', of which we currently have 50,000ish words. anna mainly writes our heroine, melody, who is a fake-superhero who bears a remarkable resemblance to anna herself (interest in shoes and books and fear of children) and i mainly write her millionarie playboy sidekick, harry, who bears a remarkable resemblance to the gay men i often write except he isn't gay. (yes, i should warn you - this is not high literature. it's just sort of fun and daft.)

i haven't written anything for this in a really long time (it's the master's fault - he gets into my brain.)(bastard), which is sort of embarrassing, but we have had a couple of brainstomring evenings where we've worked out large, reasonably complicated plot points so i expect that counts in some way. after reading all that agatha christie i thought up a really cunning red herring but it turned out to be superfluous and we had to cut it to stop the WHATISGOINGON-ness of the scene. erm, yes. it's fun. and daft. and i really should write it more because we totally have a plot and i find harry, at least, really easy to write.

( anyway, in case you're interested here are two excerpts )


project number two is slightly less credible, but strangely not a joke. to explain how it came about i'm afraid i will have to (yes, have to, dammnit) talk about doctor who again, briefly.

basically, when i was writing no longer hearing voices i made a few jokes about how boring/bad samuel richardson books are (n.b. they are, they really are). i told anna this because i tell her pretty much everything whether she wants to know it or not and i thought it was quite amusing how massively my brain wanted me to write about thigns that weren't sex, and we talked about how awful pamela was, and how a movie of it would be hilarious, and then she suggested we write the screenplay and make it good, and i said don't be ridiculous pamela is the worst thing that has ever been written and you cannot make it good, and we both went to sleep. then, independently, we spent the next day writing the screenplay in our heads and both arrived back home intent on really doing it.

so - yer, basically, we're adapting pamela for screen. god knows why. (ideal casting, btw: emma watson as pamela [her badness would just make it extra funny], dominic cooper as mr b). obviously it's going to be a pretty darned unfaithful adaptation because the source material is surprisingly dull given that its about a series of blundered rape attempts, and the last 200 pages have to go, but i think the movie could be pretty fun in a bodice ripping kind of way. have personally written the opening sequence, but it's not worth posting here. rather fun. haven't adapted anything before. haven't written any original screenplays either. not sure what we're going to do with it once it's done (though emma watson is going to RHUL and will therefore be subjected to pamela herself, so i could turn up one day and insist she read my screenplay... and then - who knows?)

nothing else in the works really, though i should really write, you know, a play, given that's what i'm best at.... what i have my degree in. but whatever. maybe one day.

so, that's what i'm doing with my time when i'm not thinking about doctor who. but for now - going to watch some doctor who, namely black orchid with five! and cricket! five playing cricket!

for some reason this makes me embarrassingly excited. you couldn't pay me to watch someone else playing cricket. but the doctor? yes! cricket! more cricket now! started watching on youtube because i needed to refresh my memory of how five talked, only to discover that the missing first part [not on youtube. why? why not?] was the bit with the cricket. fortunately peter has provided the dvd and all is well.

... anyway. until tomorrow.

as promised here are some of those things i talk about all the time:

work/torchwood
am literally the only person still at work. obviously, i'm not doing work, i'm abusing the free internet, but the point is that i'm still here, and also that it's after 5.30 so this is acutally ok. let us just not mention those other times when i was on the internet today (torchwood action figures released soon!)(though, alas, no owen or ianto or tosh, just jack with/without coat, gwen, weevil and ianto's cybergirlfriend...).

BT
bt sent me a text yesterday confirming that my own internet would be installed again in six days (SIX DAYS!!!!) and, as we all know, texts mean they mean it. so that's good.

doctor who (old school)
anna was away last night so i took the opportunity to finish watching earthshock (no more adric :( ... yes, i like adric, what of it? i think he's kind of great, except his costume which is wholly ridiculous) and then start and finish watching 'destiny of the daleks' which was very awesome. had had doubts about four (sorry genesis, i was just bored. all the way through, bored), but from now on, we are friends (he mocks/wheels around the disabled - i like that in my doctor). bring on the DNA scripts, that's what i say. why were they not all edited by him? not sure about romana (this was our first outing together), but i'm willing to give her time to become awesome.

doctor who fanfic
am beginning to think 'no longer hearing voices' may be my 'rime of the ancient mariner'. you know how coleridge spent his entire life re-writing and re-writing and never wrote anything else ever again? well, like that. (i even wrote a poem about it several years ago, which you can read here if you're so inclined) can't get at my second beta commentary but the email it's attached to says 'just remember it's your story' which suggests bad things are to follow. fair things, i expect, but bad nonetheless. this is also the second version, post first extreme beta commentary. so, one way or another poor fic has taken rather a beating.

it's a strange experience actually. strange - not, i'm sure because, i alwasy write fantastically and therefore i never get criticised (though obviously, i do write fantastically)(that's a joke)(based on the truth)(...anyway) - just because its the first time i've asked such competent betas to look over anything i've written. fandom doesn't really encourage concrit. either you get praised or you get ignored. that's sort of why i like it, though i know this is a failure of character.

even at uni, where that was pretty much what we were there to do, i don't think anyone ever really criticised (i mean this is the sense of literary criticism not 'this sucks') anything i wrote. or i didn't listen... something like that. but i think it was the first - not much criticism of me. or anyone really. in fact, we really weren't harsh as we should have been because we were all, you know, there - very difficult to tell your friends that you think there work really needs re-writing, and then four of us lived together so that would have been awkward, and patrick never listened to anything anyone said about his work anyway so there wasn't much point saying anything to him.

so the hearing voices experience is all a bit new. on the one hand (i won't lie) it's really genuinely upsetting, even though i know i've written much better things before. so, therefore, on the other, it's also deeply relieving because i was really quite worried about it, which is why i sought guidance, and i asked the people i asked (smithy161 and x_los, friends and favourite writers) because i trust their opinions and i look forward to writing better (assumign the coleridge no-more-writing thing was just an excuse for me to wave my poem around, which it mostly was). on the other other hand (third hand, zaphod's hand to continue the DNA theme), it's also really genuinely nice to know that people have paid such attention to something you worked on, picked up on the tiny things that you stuck in there almost as jokes to yourself. also the vile things obviously that you'd kind of hoped wouldn't still be there by the time anyone had to read it.

never mind. will fiddle around with it a bit more and then release it to the world at large. broken and re-formed but hopefully better.

... and now i should really go. hello jo, if you're reading this. i was writing this post instead of meeting you. sorry about that. i'll go now.

back in yateley. have apparently been banned from one of my communities permenantly (not sure why, aside from my presumably too blatent indiscression), which was a bit of a nasty shock, but at least my laptop is reluctantly connecting to the net, which is something. downloading sja1x10 right now. at last we will reveal ourselves to the jedi! i will know what happens!

anyway, birthday fun-ish. got good things like cufflinks and john simm's autograph and drank lots of bucks fizz. also, rather charmed to received TARDIS related birthday card from work colleagues in the post this morning. clearly the plastic, desk time lords have done their work and my nerdy-ness is well established.

but anyway, this updating section is just very short lead in to the main point of this point i.e. here is some fanfic that i have written:

an unfeesibly long (2,000ish words) christmas-sy life on mars/doctor who crossover written for kassie_opias birthday -

spoilers: MAJOR LIFE ON MARS FINALE SPOILERS, and kind of AU for last of the time lords, though also not really. well, you'll see. obviusly for this crossover, i drag the old, tired sam is the master theory back out and beat it until all traces of originality have been thoroughly exorcised, but it's kind of fun in a silly way.

Title: Human Again
Fandom: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
Wordcount: 2558
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Tyler, Team 1973, Ten, Simm!Master
Pairing(s): Ten/Simm vaguely implied; Sam/Annie recognised as canon
Summary: Life on Mars crossover/Sam Tyler is the Master/AU for LotTL/Christmas fic. Sam finds a garishly wrapped box with an iPod in it outside his door on Christmas morning, 1973. What's especially mad is that the iPod isn't even his - it's filled with rubbish like The Scissor Sisters and McFly.
Notes: Podficced by podlizzie: here

disclaimer: i love the scissor sisters.
disclaimer the second: yes, i stole the title from that song that got cut from beauty and the beast because it wasn't very good...

anyway kassie, i hope you like it :)

( Human Again )

have just spent a very long time examining my past: either by reading old harry potter fic i wrote eons ago, or re-reading old livejournal entries. the best part about the latter being, undoubtedly, when i come across posts that read "so, i've just been re-reading my old livejournal posts... i really should find something better to do with my life".

this is still funny after 3 years and it's still true, though i do enjoy finding out what i was thinking this time three years ago. i could never get the hang of writing a diary, secrets are boring, but i love having this online store of memories and embarassing typos and stupid memes. even if i never become famous it's worth it *grins* so that's ok then.

anyway, i said i'd do this a while back and then didn't, but having made a thorough investigation into what's up on the internet somewhere and what isn't, i've decided today is the day to post up all that old unfinished/unposted/missing fic. all cut away, obviously, for the sake of your sanity and your friends-list.

poke around if you're interested, otherwise it's just for me to come back to later so i can feel superior about my current writing style, and miserable because i miss the marauders terribly and apparently at the time of writing i usually had about 5 ideas on the go. incidentally i never did write that hagrid/madam maxine fic... i really meant to. anyway - here's the stuff i started writing and then didn't finish. in order of final abandonment date:

1. abandoned as of 30/11/03 (i didn't even have a livejournal back then) untitled 'sirius realises peter was the baddie all along!!!' fic. ( under here )

2. abandoned very quickly as of 27/4/04 for good reason i.e. it is pretencious and not good. only about 200 words though which is to be commended. ( unnamed remus is a werewolf fic )

2.5 (i screwed up the numbering here and can't be bothered to change it) abandoned 25/6/04 unnamed remus is a werewolf (again), but this time told from snape's perspective, oh noes! this is not so short, but a bit better.

( n.b. not much though )

3. abandoned 2/7/04 - remus/sirius fic named only halloween 1981 (because i just can't get enough of that date). unlike the last three which i only vaguely remember, i distinctly remember this one giving me trouble. it's a challenge fic so there must be another one along similiar lines that i finished somewhere, but i can't remember what that was.

( again this is very short )

4. abandoned 29/7/04 - unnamed snape thinks about how much he hates the death eaters fic. interestingly this actually stops mid-sentence. clearly i had no idea where it was going at all. ( unsuprisingly therefore also v short )

5. abandoned 8/8/04 remus/sirius - 'thanks for the memory' aka. the sequal to nosce te ipsum.

this is particularly interesting (for me), because again i remember seriously fighting this fic as 'nosce' needed a sequal thematically and people had actually read it. sadly i never managed it because 'thanks for the memory' refused to be written as remus has to be wimpy for it to work and he wasn't going to do that and i couldn't work out how to fix it. i love the james and sirius dialogue here though... if one is allowed to love one's work shamelessly. also interesting to note that when i wrote this i had never been hungover. thus - sirius' hungover experience is not at all real.

( warning - i managed over 2000 words of this before it died )

6. abandoned 9/8/04 - unnamed remus and sirius look for a flat after hogwarts fic. i actually quite like this, but i still don't know what they would do once they found a flat which is why it stops very quickly after it starts.

( incidentally i wish finding a job was as easy as it apparently is in the wizarding world )

7. abandoned 30/10/04 snape thinking about halloween. technically, of course, this is neither abandoned nor unposted because it was supposedly a 200 word drabble about snape and halloween. however, i don't know where it is anyway, and the ending is clearly not an ending so i'm counting it as both unposted and unfinished.

( severus snape had never been particularly fond of halloween )

8. finished 4/1/05 - remus/sirius 'joint presents'. this is so finished it even has a title. not an inventive title, but a descriptive one, since it is about remus and sirius buying harry a joint present. i have searched the back issues of my livejournal though and can find no trace of it, save some tantalising mentions of sirius's guitar which is a tribute to dave lister's i.e. 5 strings, three of which were G way back in janurary of 05... so, it gets to be here. interestingly, i am now officially a member of royal holloway's creative writing class by the time i write this. see if you can spot the difference. (you should be able to, because this is actually quite good)(again, if i say so myself... which i have).

( It had been like this before the first war. Every time a present was needed Sirius would get extremely excited and drag Remus out into muggle London, where he would proceed to find the gaudiest, most expensive item London had to offer and refuse to leave without it. )

7. abandoned 6/1/05 remus/sirus - 'snapshot'. sirius visits remus's house and meets his relatives (again... i finished another very similiar fic, though this one is better actually, i think). apparently written only 2 days after the above, but i honestly have no memory of writing this one at all. it sounds like me though,, albeit me with some good-ish ideas, and it's in that font i always used to use... so i guess i did write it. still... if you claim its yours, perhaps it is. i don't know.

( Sirius, like James, is, after all, a performer. The magic used to provide today’s entertainment is first year basic levitation, but Sirius makes you believe it’s something difficult and dangerous; something exciting. )

and that's all folks. well, no... i have that 'hide and seek' one squirrelled away somewhere, but i recall it being very long and not very interesting so that one can stay underwraps. or should it be under raps? or under wraps? perhaps i should have just used a different phrase... never mind.

i assume i'll be online again tomorrow, but in case i'm not or i forget i'll be in hounslow, effectively in radio silence, for the next 3 days. until thursday i reckon. i'll take my laptop and try and find an unlocked wireless connection, but apparently someone got arrested for that recently so, you know, maybe not. anyway - just a heads up. if i don't reply within minutes as i am usually wont to do - that's why.

ok, that's really it.

dressed as 10th doctor. will hopefully have photos and anecdotes of my journey to ancient greece later today. have seen the tardis. it is painfully amazing. looking forward to the whole thing probably way more than most of the kiddies, although am a bit worried that i will take the "tennent is wacky!" thing too far and the children won't realise what i'm doing and think i'm mad... which is possibly true, but i don't necessarily want to come off that way. suspect i will just keep everything very boring and be very awkward instead which is why i'm not a very good actor i.e. fear that i will overdo it and people will laugh at me. still - we'll see. hopefully there ought to be some good pictures anyway. my dad has a blonde wig :) he is rose.

speaking of doctor who - shakespeare episode fun if v silly. and if thought it was being clever mostly it wasn't. too many, far too many shakespeare quotation jokes, skull, ruff etc. too much. stoppard did it better. also, dark lady ok fair enough but... why not recite a dark lady sonnet then eh? whoops. (i think i'm right in saying that... not that i'm a shakespeare expert *sigh*) but anywhoo. i did laugh uncontrollably at the jk moment, even thoguh as peter pointed out the idea of shakespeare havng to steal lines from jk rowling is a little sad. mad house stuff also all excellent. but largely not as good as dickens's appearance in series 1.

joseph afterwards though much better than before and i hear though i didn't watch the end that shiny haired, jesus look alike who doesn't know the notes to gethsemene is out... hurrah! best moment though=men failing to walk in time to music.

awesome :)

better go. greece awaits. non-tv related journal entries to follow.

maybe.

EDIT.

in which i am the doctor... sort of.



easter egg hunt fun though i lost control of the whole thing fairly early on after i forgot how to make the tardis work and had to jump around wackily inside with my sonic screwdriver/lazer pointer trying to fix it/turn it on.

then once we arrived in ancient greece after we'd made the weak "doctor you've changed! i don't remember you being a woman" "well, that's a bit rich coming from you rose. you look a bit odd yourself" "well anyone can gain a few pounds" joke i lost track of the plot even more and ended up just shouting "hey, look we're in ancient greece!" alot, vaguely expounding on the story smithy161 and i had spent many hours fine tuning yesterday (plauge caused by dropped egg-shaped cargo of illegal time lord delicasies, emitting gas lethal to humans) before yelling "quick find the eggs, they're deadly to humans!... er... but you'll be alright becuase i can neutralise them with my sonic screwdriver... ok, so find the eggs!"

which they did. i think everyone ahd fun and some small child apaprently said mine was the best and whilst i don't really believe it that was nice to hear. so anyway, that's over. will now go try and finish final project play and send it to dan. sigh. real work...ugh.

EDIT 2. currently editting single author play. am 15 pages in and have just realised that, completely by accident, one of the characters in it is black and called arthur jones. wondered whether i should leave it in there as a joke with myself, but decided it was too horrific really, especially since he's going out with someone who essentially also an in-joke (i.e. gay, a bit prentencious and called nick after line of beauty). oh my subconscious does think its funny.

he is now arthur walsh. only the difficult bit to re-write left...

am finally at the point in my play where stuff is suppose to happen (OMGitturnsoutoneofhersonskilledlotsofpeopleandsheknewallalong: you know, that sort of jazz) and its fighting me. can't help thinking as i write this "but... why am i writing this?" it's one of those "does your writing actually have any worth?" moments and i fear if i send it off to dan with an attached request that he assure me of its intrinsic value as a work of, if not art then at least, english i will meet with the following exchange:

dan: hi.
katy: hi.
both sit down
dan: yer, ok, so i think i know why you think this has no merit.
katy: it's because it has no merit, isn't it?
dan: pretty much. this part where you let two of your minor characters who happen to be gay talk to each other for about three pages in a snarky fashion for no apparent reason is ok, but the rest is just terrible... really, really bad and nothing at all happens for about 4,000 words.
katy: that was supposed to slowly build up the tension for when stuff did happen.
dan: well, it didn't.
katy: hmm... i thought as much. so, you think i should write another snarky gay comedy instead?
dan: no. i think you should stop writing.
katy: ah... yes, i see. well, thanks for you time.
dan: no problem. at least it was only twice as long as it ought to have been than the 10,000 words you initially promised me.

whilst this insight into my future is helpful in that i can prepare myself for the inevitable "get a real job" conversation, it does make finding the will to finish the thing off tricky.


in other news, i can't remember what i last wrote about that wasn't usb keyboard related. iolanthe's going pretty well, although occasionally i have to fight sharp bursts of total incomprehensibilty when i'm trying to explain what i want people to do. am gradually getting there though. too little preparation and i panic; too much and i can't quite communiciate with real people any more. i just expect them to do what's in my head. clearly a happy medium where i'm half winging it is the way to go. nevertheless, i think the scenes we have done all look pretty good, and as each rehearsal passes i congratulate myself (and jo, obviously) on choosing the best cast i believe savoy has ever had.

i also have some new sparkly red shoes and i'm thinking of buying this dress in black for the socities ball since the dress i actually wanted (i.e. this one) was bought by somebody else before i got my student loan in. damnation. not that i'd wear either with the shoes, its just i also have some sparkly red shoes (in sale. hurrah) and this girl in my booker seminar had some last year, and i covetted them.so that's good.

whilst we're talking of seminars, i have spoken several times in my odysseus' scar seminar (resolution number somethingth). sometimes intelligently in a way that suggests i have read and understood the texts/the odyssey, and sometimes in a way that suggests there are only about 7 people in our class and i feel i ought to speak despite having not understood most of the small amount henri bergsten's theory of time that i forced myself to read before giving up and watching charlie chaplin's 'modern times' instead.

finding course really difficult actually but with far fewer people around/no fear of steven morrison's ridicule or pity, i find it alot easier to speak. even when i don't know what's going on because the texts are hard and translated from french.

have probably procrastinated enough now... better return to the punishment that is my (as yet unnamed) disaster of a play. still, big screen showing of pirates of penzance confirmed for friday. so that's something to look forward to.

p.s. i think this is really funny and anybody who married her deserves exactly what they got as this really is the stuff cheap fiction is made of :) more amusing still is that under this 'headline' on the yahoo home page, yahoo (in its infinite wisdom) has placed a link to a dating service. as part of the article. excellent.

... no time as i have just claimed i am upstairs ready to have breakfast. ok so, i realise that its half past twelve but this is the university life style people and a bank holiday which means that the dining hall refuses to be open until an hour ago....

... as you can see i am in a rush.

have things to say but the only thing i have time to say is that: hey! i wrote some prose for the first time in eons for my portfolio and here it is. reading it again i can see that i desparately need ot re-think the first paragraph (i.e. perhaps turn it into three paragraphs) but that's the joy of editting. erm... i got two of my challenges (fireflies and allergies) which is cool although i wanted the beuaty contest one... might just write that on the side. and... yes... breakfast :)

( platform shoes )