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urbandruidSo, is it bad when Tori Amos isn't angsty enough for what you're writing, and you have to dust off the Evanescence again?
Anyway. Went out today, as my library books were due and Mom's glasses were in. And wouldn't you know but the car died again? We wandered across the street from her eye doctor's, got some lunch. Came back, car still wouldn't start. Called the tow truck again. I decided, what the hell, let's just reach over and turn the key, try one more time.
It started.
Fucking car. Evil, it is. It's going to Toyota next weekend, too. Have had it with this.
Library does not have one single copy of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe checked in. *shakes head* I'm trying desperately to find stuff to read in between my re-reading of the last half of Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire, so that I don't end up spending half the week with nothing to read till OoP.
I went to the video rental place, figuring I'd pick up a movie or two, maybe a game. Right. They're out of everything that looked remotely interesting. Tell me it doesn't figure.
In other news, my grandmother's finally decided what we're all doing for fathers' day. (Yes, that is a bit odd. Don't ask- none of us can figure it out either.) Anyway, it's brunch, which means great-grandpa, who doesn't know anybody from- well, anybody. Always fun, that.
So I've been snapping at Mom all weekend, which is horrible of me. I hate fathers' day, though- always gets to me, no matter how much I try to tell myself that it doesn't matter.
I still maintain that those who don't have fathers ought to be exempt from having to celebrate this nonsense.
10:30 is brunch at Grandma's. Ugh. That's way too early on a Sunday to be dealing with my family, but what can you do? Going is less trouble than not going. But I swear, if I have to endure the "you know you could call me" lecture one more time... Yeah, and you could talk to me yourself, instead of telling Mom you said I'm invited to do stuff with you, too... so back at ya, Grandma.
Dear Auntie Em,
Hate you. Hate Kansas. Keeping the dog.
Love,
Dorothy
Very old bumper sticker. I want this on my car (if I ever get a car...or have a reason to own one).
I'm torn suddenly between wanting to finish the Narcissa Malfoy scene I'm working on, and wanting to write something entirely different. Not one of the originals- I haven't touched them all summer. Just something...different.
Strange, for as many characters as HP has, but I'm running out of Death Eaters.
No, seriously. I killed one major DE, have another more minor one captured- and for the DEs I'm basically left with: Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., Avery, Nott, and the Lestranges. I am trying and failing to make Crabbe and Goyle characters with any sort of depth, and falling kind of short. I'm thinking of focusing more on the LeStranges, not to mention Narcissa...
And I'm being strangly cryptic here on the off chance any of you will read this fic when it's done.
Then I tell myself, yes, you've got a plot here and you should work with it, but let's not forget that the original idea for the story was, yes, you guessed it, more Snape/McGonagall. I am so predictable. But when I started writing this, my idea was, what if Snape did go back to spy on Voldemort? What if he was found out? And what if he could openly declare his loyalty to Dumbledore's side? And what if nothing was simple, and nothing was as easy as it should be- what if being free wasn't really free? And suddenly he's got more at risk than his own neck? What if he lets himself care, and it hurts?
Stuff like that. It's just...not cheery. Funny in places, but not cheery.
Of course, neither is my other Snape/McGonagall fic, 'Standing Stones' but it's only got dark bits...okay...a lot of dark bits, and lots of Death Eaters, violence, Voldermort and friends... but that one gets an R rating when it goes up, while so far 'Lost Bastion' has managed to hover at PG-13. 'Standing Stones' is a comfortable 'R', and I think with the outline I've got, that will cover the worst of it- violence, death- oh, and swearing. Musn't forget the swearing. Only when appropriate, but sometimes 'bloody hell' is just not enough of a curse.
But I still don't have enough Death Eaters.
Must hang curtains tomorrow.
Anyway. Went out today, as my library books were due and Mom's glasses were in. And wouldn't you know but the car died again? We wandered across the street from her eye doctor's, got some lunch. Came back, car still wouldn't start. Called the tow truck again. I decided, what the hell, let's just reach over and turn the key, try one more time.
It started.
Fucking car. Evil, it is. It's going to Toyota next weekend, too. Have had it with this.
Library does not have one single copy of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe checked in. *shakes head* I'm trying desperately to find stuff to read in between my re-reading of the last half of Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire, so that I don't end up spending half the week with nothing to read till OoP.
I went to the video rental place, figuring I'd pick up a movie or two, maybe a game. Right. They're out of everything that looked remotely interesting. Tell me it doesn't figure.
In other news, my grandmother's finally decided what we're all doing for fathers' day. (Yes, that is a bit odd. Don't ask- none of us can figure it out either.) Anyway, it's brunch, which means great-grandpa, who doesn't know anybody from- well, anybody. Always fun, that.
So I've been snapping at Mom all weekend, which is horrible of me. I hate fathers' day, though- always gets to me, no matter how much I try to tell myself that it doesn't matter.
I still maintain that those who don't have fathers ought to be exempt from having to celebrate this nonsense.
10:30 is brunch at Grandma's. Ugh. That's way too early on a Sunday to be dealing with my family, but what can you do? Going is less trouble than not going. But I swear, if I have to endure the "you know you could call me" lecture one more time... Yeah, and you could talk to me yourself, instead of telling Mom you said I'm invited to do stuff with you, too... so back at ya, Grandma.
Dear Auntie Em,
Hate you. Hate Kansas. Keeping the dog.
Love,
Dorothy
Very old bumper sticker. I want this on my car (if I ever get a car...or have a reason to own one).
I'm torn suddenly between wanting to finish the Narcissa Malfoy scene I'm working on, and wanting to write something entirely different. Not one of the originals- I haven't touched them all summer. Just something...different.
Strange, for as many characters as HP has, but I'm running out of Death Eaters.
No, seriously. I killed one major DE, have another more minor one captured- and for the DEs I'm basically left with: Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., Avery, Nott, and the Lestranges. I am trying and failing to make Crabbe and Goyle characters with any sort of depth, and falling kind of short. I'm thinking of focusing more on the LeStranges, not to mention Narcissa...
And I'm being strangly cryptic here on the off chance any of you will read this fic when it's done.
Then I tell myself, yes, you've got a plot here and you should work with it, but let's not forget that the original idea for the story was, yes, you guessed it, more Snape/McGonagall. I am so predictable. But when I started writing this, my idea was, what if Snape did go back to spy on Voldemort? What if he was found out? And what if he could openly declare his loyalty to Dumbledore's side? And what if nothing was simple, and nothing was as easy as it should be- what if being free wasn't really free? And suddenly he's got more at risk than his own neck? What if he lets himself care, and it hurts?
Stuff like that. It's just...not cheery. Funny in places, but not cheery.
Of course, neither is my other Snape/McGonagall fic, 'Standing Stones' but it's only got dark bits...okay...a lot of dark bits, and lots of Death Eaters, violence, Voldermort and friends... but that one gets an R rating when it goes up, while so far 'Lost Bastion' has managed to hover at PG-13. 'Standing Stones' is a comfortable 'R', and I think with the outline I've got, that will cover the worst of it- violence, death- oh, and swearing. Musn't forget the swearing. Only when appropriate, but sometimes 'bloody hell' is just not enough of a curse.
But I still don't have enough Death Eaters.
Must hang curtains tomorrow.
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I'm running out of Death Eaters?
Date: 2003-06-17 07:25 am (UTC)I advise... making some up. Look at the Slytherin students, pick a last name, and make their parents Death Eaters. They just weren't important enough to be summoned for Voldie's return to "life". Or do more with Nott, I like that last name... and I take it that you've killed McNair?
But sorry, rambling when I have no idea of what you're working on. Good luck typing.
Re: I'm running out of Death Eaters?
Date: 2003-06-17 01:21 pm (UTC)Knew I forgot somebody. Good ole 'I kill large furry animals' McNair.
Yeah, I think you're right- I'm just going to have to start making them up. So I suppose a more honest thing to say would've been "I'm running out of canon Death Eaters."
But that's just not as funny. :)