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The amazing, genre-spanning Unfinished Fic Meme

Computer problems solved after several hours of downloading what's probably the most popular file on the internet just now- yep, it's the new worm making the rounds. I need to pay more attention to these things, though it was on the national and local news tonight. Yeah. Thanks so much, guys. A bit too late.

But it's fixed now, and I'm going to break down and renew my Norton subscription like a good girl so that in theory this doesn't happen again.

Unfinished fics meme, swiped from

jenavira

( This is going to be a long list... )

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Just for emphesis

I got a really interesting bit of feedback for my Alias story "Triangle". The person was honest enough to point out what I know are serious weaknesses in the story, but the really interesting part is that she said she almost didn't read the thing at all because I use "/" for emphesis. I have never heard of this annoying anyone.

I am strongly tempted to tell this person that she should have read the story on the Silverlake archive, or my own site, so those unsightly slashes would be nicely replaced with italics. I mean, I'm sorry, but there is no way I can duplicate italics in plain text. I have to use something to indicate my stresses- I stress a lot more words than I should, probably- and my characters' thoughts. When I write longhand, I underline them, but that doesn't work in plain text, either.

I used "*"s once, and "_"s, and no one ever complained about those. And my buddies at the Star Wars Galaxy roleplaying game use "~" to indicate thoughts, but I've always found that extreamly annoying. I hated the underscores, and got tired of the astericks after a while, but that's just me. So I don't know. Should I have a poll? Which method of emphesis in plain-text do you hate least?

I mean, I got some good feedback from her, really I did, but the last time I chose not to read a story because of its fromatting, it was one of those bad conversions where all the quote marks and apostrophies had been repliaced by superscript numbers. I find that seriously distracting.

So I'm looking at my keyboard trying to figure out what I haven't used yet. Parenthesis, anyone? ;)

Current Mood: tired

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Alias : Countdown

I don't want to think or talk about school, or my life, so I'm going to do a bit of slightly out of date Alias commentary.

( Countdown spoilers, & related stuff )

Current Mood: blah

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Spies, computer geeks, and dead revoloutionaries

Having spent two days doing math homework and taking what feels like reams of notes for my history paper, I feel like I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. I remember now how much I hate the middle of the term, and why. I want to write, and not really the Trotsky paper. I'll be proud of myself when it's done, but right now it is a thorn in my side.'

Alias, fascinating depths of Irina, and I want to write out everything that's in my head, from "A Dark Turn" to here, finish "Waiting the Dawn", my "Ice and Glass" sequel some day. But none of it's happening this week, at least not until after the paper is done.

Urbandruid, for those of you keeping score, is moving along at a pretty good clip considering the little time I have to work on it. I'm still not sure if I'll meet my deadline, but at least it gives me something to shoot for.

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Triangle

Have shot off email to

thenonsense, containing list of ideas, seeking second opinon. Now have nothing else to stall with, so must go and do homework.

Blah.

Also finished Alias fic last night, Triangle. Revising last ep, "Phase One". Syd sneaks Irina out of federal custody to go rescue Jack- mother-daughter ass-kicking little adventure. Posted to ff.n despite telling self I wouldn't; like the way the reviews pop up in my inbox for a day or two after. 2 so far, not that I keep track or anything.

Sigh. Math homework. Right.

Current Mood: lethargic

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Preview: Waiting the Dawn

I didn't get home untill after Mom got off work yesterday. Looks like this is how it's going to be on Tuesdays and Thursdays, between bio lab and the foreign language lab. Today I'm home by 1:00. Biology, math, break, history, home. We're actually getting down to work in history today, I hope

Finally checked my grades from last semester; I got a C in French I. Which is about what I figured. Being me, I'm wishing it had been a B, but passing is passing.

I wrote about a page of the Alias fic yesterday- am to the point now where the reprecussions of Ice and Glass really start to come through.

Just because I like you guys, a preview:

"Come to my office, Jack. We need to talk."

Yes, we do. Unfortunately I don't think you are in a listening frame of mind, Assistant Director Kendall.

I have little to say, myself. But what I have been given is less an invitation, more a command, and so these things don't matter. He beckons, I come.

Into his office, fairly large space but it seems suddenly small; myself and Kendall within is too much.

"I've heard what happened here last night," he begins.

"Have you? Good. The condition she was in- It never should have come to that." Long practice keeps my voice steady and detached. In this voice I could do anything, say anything. In such a voice I have interrogated a rogue's gallery of suspects and informants; In such a voice I have supported Arvin Sloane's every word, hiding a desire to see him dead which never ever really leaves me.

Kendall glares; this is not what he means. "I agree, and we'll deal with that later. What concerns me now is you."

He picks up a folder, withdraws something from it. Tosses it down on the desk so that it slides towards me. I see it out of the corner of my eye; sharp, high-resolution image, printed from surveillance tapes.

The kiss.

Formatting may suck, but I'll fix it later- must dash off to Bio now.

Current Mood: weird
Current Music: Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers soundtrack

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Can I have a clone to go, please?

Tomorrow it begins. Math, biology, US history. Strange this mood, wondering if I'll learn anything this semester. Wanting to, for once. Wanting it to be worth it, since I can't do much else. I guess a part of me has gotten tired of vacation; the rest, of course, wants to hang on.

I finished my second Alias story today. Which is going to require a sequel. Ice and Glass; channeling strange little vignettes of Jack Bristow, which I have always had a feeling I could do. Probably that is what I will write this week, between classes and buying textbooks and all the rest of that lovely start-of-semester crap.

Wishing I could carry my laptop around with me; I'm going to miss having everything so easily at my fingertips. I like my notebooks, like them a lot, but writing things by hand takes longer, and school terms are all about time. Mostly not having enough of it.

I have decided I need an evil clone, Star Trek: Nemesis style, to do these things for me. I can go to class, I have no problem with that, but I want someone who doesn't have moral objections to killing people to be the one standing in all the lines. Nemesis review coming later, maybe, once I've had another twenty-four hours to calm down after they- well, never mind.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Shawn Colvin, "Round of Blues"/"Climb On"

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winter's child

I claw my way up, these things that I convince myself to do. Dig my nails in, pull and tear at it all until my fingers bleed. I sweat and I stress and I work, and my back starts to ache from being hunched over for hours. I wonder why I do these things. Sometimes it seems for my own amusement, but then it frustrates me so, and I drag through to the end.

But after the hours when you think it won't happen, when you don't think you'll ever finish- suddenly somehow you are there. The end. You made it. And there are no gaps, no empty files with just a logo and a link back to that convenient list of other things you haven't done yet. This time you did everything you said you would.

It needs more fic, of course, but you'll work on that.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier - SPY

Child of midwinter, born of a desperate need to cling to the endless moment that is one of your projects. You want it to last forever so you don't have to face the next- anything.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Goo Goo Dolls, "Sympathy"

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Who are you?

I've spent the afternoon making thumbnails and coding. And now for some reason I am annoyed with myself for not having an Alias pen name to go with the rest of my collection. I always think my real name is too boring for these things. Hmm... Chris Bristow? Hell, why bother? There are probably a million Bristows, like there are a million Malfoys now. I'll check FF.N sometime, just for laughs.

At least the bastards finally let me overwrite the HTML fic with the text file. I like it better in HTML, or maybe I'm just used to, when I put things on a website, being able to code them. Go figure. FF.N is a nightmare, though; was talking to

thenonsense about this yesterday (other things too), and she's given up on the place. Probably this is wise of her, but I keep hanging in there. I mean, I get the occasional review at FF.N. Granted, a lot of them suck, but the two I've gotten so far for Without Light are good.

Fuck! I go to the trouble of correcting the episode title in the summary (It's "A Higher Echelon", instead of "Upper Echelon") and they go and cut it off at the first quote mark. Grr... Must fix.

Okay. LJ spell check is hilarious. I couldn't remember how to spell Echelon, which it wasn't actually much help with. As for the rest of it, apparently Lindsay's username is a misspelled word. Who knew? And "okay" is not a word. *lol*

Mmmkay. FF.N still sucks, there are 100 people with Malfoy in their aliases there, and no Bristows, though there is a Mrs. Sydney Vaughn. Why am I not surprised?

Some people have that, you know, handle for all occasions thing going for them. Me, I collect them, and I go through these phases where I loath all of them. Right now I look at my collection- Lilly Malfoy, Anne Khushrenada, Anla'shok Ivanova, and I find them...I don't know, lacking something.