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posted by [personal profile] ladyslvr at 04:56pm on 21/11/2004
Because I'm almost 20,000 words behind on NaNo and have a stack of essays to grade that's well over 5 inches high--Not to mention 68 journals and a new batch of essays on Monday. Where did I leave my brain?--

Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] sage_theory:

If there is any question you would like to ask me about any one of my fics, then go ahead! What I meant by a particular line, why I chose that characterisation, what I was listening to as I wrote, what crack I was taking and where you can get some ... anything. Anything you might like to know about how I wrote a fic, I shall do my best to answer.

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I have misplaced one of the characters in my NaNo novel. If anyone knows where he might be, please AIM me.
Mood:: confused
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posted by [identity profile] kellyfaboo.livejournal.com at 11:26pm on 21/11/2004
Your character is off cavorting with my attention span and the rest of your brain. If your brain returns, please ask it to give my attention span directions back home to me.

I feel your grading pain. Actually, it's making me feel better about having to read elementary student's answers to the question What do you like best about Thanksgiving and selecting the one's that haven't gone in the last two weeks that tickle my fancy (or at this point are handily under the cursor) for the kid's page.
 
posted by [identity profile] ladyslvr.livejournal.com at 01:10am on 22/11/2004
...about having to read elementary student's answers...

Grrrr.

I joined a local writers' workshop/group thingie, thinking that I could finally have some real life impetus to write fiction. So far it's been anything but. I can deal with the assignments for each meeting, though I'd rather bring in whatever I'm working on at the moment. (Sorry, but I have no pressing urge to write a poem about winter.) I wrote last meeting's assignment the hour before it was due. It was just like being back in high school.

To make it worse, the organizers of this thing decided that we should be encouraging writing in the community, so they planned a contest for anyone in the Southwestern corner of Wisconsin: in 500 words or less, "What I Am Thankful For". We spent almost the entire last meeting judging the hundreds of entries. I left ready to kill someone. Not only is that the most trite essay topic in America, but there wasn't a single original essay amongst the entries. It's bad enough having to get paid for grading; now I'm paying to be the grader.

Be careful that you don't add to the kids' page and the obits at the same time.
 
posted by [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com at 01:13am on 23/11/2004
It's good to hear from you, Wendy! I figured you're buried under strata of grading. :/ I hope you're able to enjoy at least some of Thanksgiving break.

As for the fanfic meme, I'm afraid that I don't have any questions. I've got a comment, though. This snippet from "The Atropos Project" is laugh-out-loud funny. Love it! :)
Megabyte strolled through the hotel lobby trying to eat a Big Mac with one hand, while holding a container of drinks and a large sack of food in the other. Not for the first time he wished he was telekinetic so as to not have to struggle like this. The delicate balance of paper cups and the ill-packed paper sack, the bottom drenched in grease, settled in the crook of his arm threatened to topple over at any second. To make things worse, his Big Mac was dripping special sauce, lettuce, and cheese all over his hand. He was not prepared for surprises, like Kevin appearing out of thin air into the middle of the lobby. Usually people flashing in and out of existence didn't surprise him, but with his concentration on the task of not dropping the food, Megabyte missed the tell-tale tingle.

The food started to upset. Only quick reflexes saved it, but at the expense of his partially eaten burger. The Big Mac splattered on the hideous hotel carpet, the special sauce blending right in. Megabyte followed the burger's descent with his eyes, unable to do anything to stop it. "Kevin!"

"Megabyte?" Kevin glanced around the lobby, down at the burger, then up to his friend. "You're here. I didn't think you were here. Why weren't you answering calls?"

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