Oh now don't let being sensible get in the way of my muttering, young lady! How am I meant to work my way up to being a mad old cat lady if I start letting common sense get in the way?
(And thank you for allowing me to rec your stuff. It's not as easy as I thought it would be to have a weekly three or four that I can sincerely say "This is good!" about.)
The thing is that lj is not normal. Flists are such an odd thing to get your head around. Mine at the moment is just the people whose writing I've enjoyed and who seem to be witty, kind, smart people that I would talk to if we were stuck on a train. It was odd enough adding the few of you without feeling like a champion stalker, though I did do the crazed happy dance when you and silentauror friended me. Because I am a sad, sad, mad old cat lady in the making.
And the oddest thing is that I still haven't told the original Ms Brampton that I'm here. Mostly because she will laugh and laugh and laugh ... She is very supportive that way.
Er, yes, finishing. So, somewhere around 2010 at the rate the bugger is growing. I am the woman who started with an idea for a picture book eight years ago and currently has a 564,000 word YA novel that explores the clash of Baltic pagan cultures with the Hanseatic League-led Crusades and their 14th century fallout. Admittedly, that's everything that happens along the way, which I needed to know, the final draft will be shorter ...
Archive's not a bad idea, though. However, I worry that what sounds good to me may well be cliched to fandom. Can I beg a favour and ask you to read the first chapter which was written as a stand-alone and has a real ending? No is a genuinely fine answer, but if you can, please DO point out madness, typos, blunders and anything just bleagh. I do know that there are some ideas in there that diverge from canon understandings, the bits that I *know* about were intentional ...
Must pop outside now and feed strays while quoting from King Lear and perfecting my high-pitched cackle. I believe that I shall affect a beret, or perhaps an opera cloak.
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(And thank you for allowing me to rec your stuff. It's not as easy as I thought it would be to have a weekly three or four that I can sincerely say "This is good!" about.)
The thing is that lj is not normal. Flists are such an odd thing to get your head around. Mine at the moment is just the people whose writing I've enjoyed and who seem to be witty, kind, smart people that I would talk to if we were stuck on a train. It was odd enough adding the few of you without feeling like a champion stalker, though I did do the crazed happy dance when you and silentauror friended me. Because I am a sad, sad, mad old cat lady in the making.
And the oddest thing is that I still haven't told the original Ms Brampton that I'm here. Mostly because she will laugh and laugh and laugh ... She is very supportive that way.
Er, yes, finishing. So, somewhere around 2010 at the rate the bugger is growing. I am the woman who started with an idea for a picture book eight years ago and currently has a 564,000 word YA novel that explores the clash of Baltic pagan cultures with the Hanseatic League-led Crusades and their 14th century fallout. Admittedly, that's everything that happens along the way, which I needed to know, the final draft will be shorter ...
Archive's not a bad idea, though. However, I worry that what sounds good to me may well be cliched to fandom. Can I beg a favour and ask you to read the first chapter which was written as a stand-alone and has a real ending? No is a genuinely fine answer, but if you can, please DO point out madness, typos, blunders and anything just bleagh. I do know that there are some ideas in there that diverge from canon understandings, the bits that I *know* about were intentional ...
Must pop outside now and feed strays while quoting from King Lear and perfecting my high-pitched cackle. I believe that I shall affect a beret, or perhaps an opera cloak.