30 Day Meme

Sep. 9th, 2010 02:04 pm
tinhuviel: (Llama!)
30 Day Meme )

25. Do any of your characters have pets? Tell us about them.

My fanfiction Joker had a pet hedgehog by the name of Leopold. Leopold was blatantly taken from my own pet hedgehog from days gone by, whose name was also Leopold. The idea for Mister J to have a pet came from the fanfic where J encounters a pet shop clerk who shares his misanthropy. From that fiction on, Joker had the hedgehog companion.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Dark Eyes)
There are a lot of people who look down on fanfiction. To those people I do dramatically say, "SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!" No, seriously, shut it. Fanfiction should have a higher place amongst writers and the writing community as a whole because it's an expression of creativity. It doesn't matter that these characters aren't of your own making or that some people engaged in the same thing you're doing happen to be Slash writers. I personally think that ever creative writer should write at least one fanfiction in his/her life. It's like taking a vacation from your normal work and playing around with worlds that are wholly unfamiliar. It gives you a break from your day-to-day writing, dealing with difficult characters, and feeling yourself sucked into a story that might be going nowhere because you've lost your passion. That break could mean the difference between finishing a work and not finishing it.

As I've mentioned here before, The Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade saved my writing self. Writing Darth Maul made me realise that I could do with my characters what I did with Maul. I could place them in any situation and any set of circumstances in order to salvage the work as a whole. Putting Darth Maul at a flea market also helped me come to grips with the fact that my own writing, be it my material or fanfiction, could be extremely therapeutic. Working with the DMEB and Sith Academy brought me out of a 10-year writer's block and I've been writing ever since.

Except for a period of time last year while I got involved in Joker fanfiction, my only experience with FF had been within the Star Wars universe. I'm not sure what my next fanfiction sojourn will be. For about a minute, I thought it might be Mad Hatter, but then I thought better of it, much to everyone's relief. If the urge comes to me to write fanfiction, I shall absolutely write whatever I want to write, and I'll be proud of what I write. It might not be the best literature in the world and some of it may be off the wall at best, but it keeps my imagination going and my fingers moving.

I made a terrible mistake back in 1990. I stopped writing because I thought what I was writing was cack. When I stopped, I couldn't get started again. It took a decade and the discovery of fanfiction in 1999 for me to start writing again. So, all that said, if you write and you're having a hard time with your characters or narrative, try some fanfiction. You'll be happily surprised at the result. I know I've been. And to those of you who think you're too good to stoop so low, nobody is interested in you anyhow. ptptptptptpt
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Dark Eyes)
I've won!

50,059 words!

I ended with Cadmus pondering his altar and the fact that he...just shed some tears! I know, what the hell, right? I thought the same thing yesterday when I wrote it. That's pretty much why I stopped writing, because I was angry with the story at it heading in that direction so soon. But, the story knows better than I. As the Cylons would say, "All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again."

Honestly though, I can't believe I've finished early, especially after being so sick for so long. I attribute part of it to my sharpening my speed skills with those Date stories. I was pumping out two and three thousand words a day at times with those, so 1667 words was really not an issue for me. I was ridiculously ahead when I fell ill and used my reserve to fortify my word count, so I was never really behind like I thought I was.

I'm about 20,000 words away from actually finishing The Blood Crown. I'm going to continue writing on it today but, tomorrow, I have a review to write for Lighterthief's EP, Hard Listening. The release is on 1 December, and I promised Stuart Rowe I'd have the review for him to spread around at the time of the release. And, no, I haven't been procrastinating on this. I just got the press kit today, so I'm jumping on this to help the Lighterthief crew out...and Barry Andrews, of course. ::big wicked grin:: I've already forwarded the press kit to the contacts I still have in the music business, asking them to spread it around like warm butter.

After the reviews, I've promised [livejournal.com profile] acook I would write a collaborative J-fic with [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh that involves Femme Joker (you'll just have to wait and see what that's all about) and Batman. We'll be working on that in December. Once that's done, my J-fic writing days will come to a conclusion. I think that's rather fitting, since I saw the movie last December and began writing fics in January. I'll just end it all on my kind of one year anniversary. The Joker Blogs are also coming to an end soon, so it all works out nicely in the Great Scheme of Things.

Then it will be back to The Blood Crown with a vengeance. I want to finish as soon as I can so I can go directly into The Augury of Gideon. I'm in a serious mood to write my Vampires, particularly Cadmus Pariah and the mortated (that's a word in my book ~ mortation - the transformation of a Vampire back into mortal form) Faust, now going by his mortal name Kallum. Writing "The Sainted Confessor" almost killed me, but it also kind of redeemed me writing-wise, and it gave me the key to writing The Augury of Gideon, so I'm excited. Very excited indeed and absolutely, all billshat aside.

I don't know what 2010 will bring, except a new Shriekback album I wholly intend to help promote to the full extent of my resources and abilities, but I do know I'll be writing my way through it all, and still looking for that elusive publisher. There's so much more for Cadmus to do...to so many people. I'll close with this, because I can - ha ha ha!

Cadmus had broken the Circle long before. He’d stood shortly after Kelat’s speech and walked away from the other Vampires. Let them remain in solemnity, wallowing in fairy tales and dead religions. He was outcast. He would embrace his station and leave them to it. He stood at a secret window in the sanctuary, staring up into the infinity of the stars that watched over this lush garden of a planet, a bounty to both human and Vampire, and especially to Cadmus Pariah. The whites of his eyes shimmered in the pale light, but the iris and pupil absorbed even the faintest of beams. He’d spent centuries listening to people praise the ethereal beauty of his eyes, how alien and magnetic they were. Many of these same people had had their souls ripped from them by way of those magnificent, measureless eyes. He felt every one of them now, and heard them too, whispering still in desperation for release.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Upside Down)
With the addition of a 14th tale (and now 15th and 16th tales) to what was my Coven of Dates, I've had to update my chronology.

  1. The Cougar's Date

  2. The Nurse's Date aka How the Joker Got His Hospital Uniform

  3. The Hippie's Date

  4. The Groupie's Date

  5. The Actress' Date

  6. The Professor's Date

  7. The Dentist's Date

  8. The Goth Chick's Date aka The One that Got away

  9. The Pet Shop Clerk's Date

  10. The Asylum Attendant's Date

  11. The Nun's Date

  12. The Singer's Date

  13. The Clown's Date

  14. The Artist's Date

  15. The Banker's Date

  16. The Final Date

The original list was taken from HERE where the Date rules can be found. Sometimes I broke the rules, but rules are made to be broken, especially when you're writing Joker.

I doubt there will be any more Dates.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)

Joker escorted Julie into the club called The Stage Door Canteen, a club set up like one of those joints visited by the military before heading off to fight during the Second Great War. Julie was delighted, of course. She loved anything retro and the music that permeated the room as they entered was “Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen” by the Andrews Sisters.


A bit taken aback by the odd pair that just entered, the man stuttered, “Uh…S-sir do you-you have a re-reser-reservation?”


“Why yes! Yes I do. Check under Jay Ochre, party of twoooo.”


The nervous young man checked his reservations and found what he was looking for. “Oh! Well… Uh… Welcome to The Stage Door Canteen. Do you have a sitting preference?”


“We want a table on the dance floor, buddy-boy. We intend to hoof it tonight.”


“Very…uh very well, fol-follow me.”


They followed the skittish man to a simple wooden table covered with a red and white checkered table cloth with a tea light right in the middle. The young man sat Joker and his female doppelganger, informing them that their server would be there shortly. Almost immediately, a young woman appeared, dressed in a standard waitress uniform you’d see in 1943. After her initial shock at whom she’d be serving tonight, she took their orders and left. Joker ordered for Julie without asking her and noted her pleased expression at this turn of events. She was truly submissive. No wonder she’d developed such an affection for him, the Alpha Male criminal who had nothing to lose by his actions.


He smiled a quirky smile at her after the server left and said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungreee after the appetizer I gave you in-n the car, but we can always put what you can’t-t finish in a to-go box.”


“Indeed!” Julie said merrily.


Ella was playing over the sound system in the club. She was crooning “Moanin’ Low.” There were several couples on the floor.


“While we wait on our food, shall we dance?”


Before she knew it, Joker was out of his seat and leaning down toward Julie, his arm extended. Grinning, she took the crook of his elbow and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor. If it had been anyone else, they would have been surprised by J’s abilities as a dancer, but Julie wasn’t. She always knew that the man the Gotham authorities were so hell-bent on capturing had infinite layers to him. They’d discussed it during the sitting sessions, when he’d asked her why she’d drawn those pictures for the newspaper.


“I was hoping you’d see them for what they were, my way of reaching out to you.”


“And reach out you did, Peaches! Aren’t you glad I took notice? Now here we are: me, the mass-murdering psychopathic killer clown and you, the meek, mild-mannered poster child for baseball, hotdogs, apple pie and Chevrolet – HA HA HA ha… well, why aren’t you laughing, Podling? Don’tcha get the reference? That old Chevy commercial touting all those great American institutions?”


“I’m uh…I’m kinda Canadian.”


And ohhhh, how he’d laughed at that, not at the fact that she was Canadian, but at how she’d informed him. From there, their discussion developed into how people perceive each other and how a person can be pigeonholed into one little category out of which they have absolutely no hope of ever clawing their way clear. He seemed so normal and was so funny, far from the maniac he portrayed himself to be in the home movies he’d sent to GCN.


Now here they were swaying to the sultry sounds of Ella Fitzgerald, his kohl-smudged eyes boring their way into hers. Julie had always found him fascinating but, now…now, she was just completely in love with him. When he took control in the car, that was what clinched it for her. She was lost to Joker’s every charm.


They danced one more dance before dinner. Joker spun Julie about with grace and skill to Artie Shaw’s “Frenesi,” as people watched in curious awe and not a small amount of fear that they were beholding one of Gotham’s most dangerous criminals owning the dance floor with a woman dressed just like him as they danced the Lindy Hop.


The winded couple sat down and enjoyed a wonderful dinner of baked chicken, baked sweet potato, mixed vegetables, rolls, and hot blueberry pie with ice cream for dessert. While they were eating the main course, Joker leaned over and turned his head slightly, squinting his eyes and smiling.

The Date )

tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)

“So, J, you ready?”

“Oh yes! Yes, I’m so very ready, Tootsie Pop-p.” Joker came over and sat down in the tattered easy chair they’d chosen for him to sit in for the painting. Julie said she could touch up the chair in the painting to where it would look opulent. The pose chosen was Joker sitting back all the way, his arms stretched out the length of the chair arms, a glowering expression on his face. It wasn’t much of an effort for him and it seemed to delight Julie that she was getting to paint her favourite subject in his element, so to speak. His legs, too, were outstretched and crossed languidly at the lower thigh.

“This is just for touch ups, Mister J. Then we’ll be done. We’ll just have to wait for the painting to dry and it’s yours if you want it.”

“And that’s it? No payment?”

“No!” Julie blurted out, then blushed. “No.. I mean, it was just an honour to get to do this, and do it right! I could probably do a thousand things better, but I think you’ll be pleased.”

“Oh, well, Sweetums, I’m already pleased-d. What say, if you won’t take payment forrr the piece, I take you for a night on the town. You know…just to show my appreee-shee-ay-shun-n.”


“What? Afraid to go on a date with the Clown Prince of Crime? Or ashamed-d?”

“No no! I’d love to! But are you sure? I mean….really?

Joker grinned, allowing the smile to stretch forever, knowing how it would make Julie feel. She was so smitten with him, it was ridiculous. “Why, I’d have it-t no…other…way, Ms. Carlsbad. So, how about this Saturday? I’ll pick you up around, saaaay, 7:00? There’s this romantic little joint nearrr here that may – ah – tickle your fancy. Dining, dancing, all that good-d stuff.”

Julie’s freckles turned bright red, she blushed so furiously. “Ookaay, J.”

“Okay. A date it izzz. Now, let’s see the finished product-t. Can’t wait to see it. I’m all a-dither.”

Julie turned the canvas around to reveal her painting of Joker. There he sat in a dark blue velvet easy chair, his arms extended in an almost three-dimensional effect. Same with his legs. He leaned back languidly, his head inclined downward with one eyebrow cocked with amusement. His war-paint had been meticulously applied to the painting itself, covering the scars in a mad grin made all the crazier by the delighted smirk he’d maintained for the duration of the painting. His green hair tumbled in chaotic curls down the sides of his face, some teasing the edges of his panda eyes. He was in his signature almost-Zoot suit with the Paisley shirt instead of the beehive shirt, and the Argyle socks were clearly noticeable. All-in-all, the painting was a love letter in imagery. How sweet.

Sidney's Extreme Discomfort )

tinhuviel: (Joker Innocence)
Over the course of the past couple of months, I've been honoured to be the sounding board for a story that [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze has been writing. As she would meticulously finish each chapter, she'd send it off to me to read and give her feedback. I have to say that this is the absolute best Joker fic I've ever read, and I haven't even read the entire story yet. I've read chapter 9 over a dozen times so far and need to tell her what I think about that one, but I'm too gobsmacked to form words at the moment. So yeah... You need to read this story.

She has FINALLY started to post the story for public consumption and consume you must, because it shall be like manna on your literary tongue and shall sate your hunger for good storytelling. I mean it. I'm being serious here. Go here...now.

The Endgame - Chapter One - Deja Vu

The Endgame - Chapter Two - Say My Name

Happy reading!
tinhuviel: (Card Kill You)
Over on Facebook....If [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh and [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy want to add theirs here as well, that'd be wunderbar!

Inspired by Jilldo Rosenburg's gift of lifting spirits.


::whispers::... You wanna know how I got these scars? C'mere... ::grabs YOU and has Cupid in your mouth before you know it::
3 stories so far. )
tinhuviel: (Can't Stop Writing)
Too bad I wasn't awake this morning to enjoy it. I took my jacked-up meds like a good little brain patient last night around 9 PM. Midnight came and I was still wide awake, just working away like a happy little minion, sweeping through the forums like a harpy on a mop (that one was for you, [livejournal.com profile] filmkitty), working on a drawing for [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze, and rereading what I have so far of The Blood Crown. Y'know, hey lolly lolly just-a doin' my thang. Add to the mix an insane brainstorming chat-session about a viral campaign and Nerf management with [livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker and Fox, the Clown's Updater over on You Tube, and you have the makings of a long and happy evening.

I was, that is, until right around 3 am, while I was online with [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow discussing the need for a Town Hall Meeting, now that Little Bro has such a large and scattered team helping him out. Well, we were talking about that and music. And that's the last thing I remember until around 5 this morning when Aunt Tudi asked me to get up and give her her insulin shot. I woke up starved to death so I got a wee bowl of grits and couldn't even finish those. Aunt Tudi woke me a few minutes later, telling me to get my hair out of my food. I went and cleaned up, got rid of the grits, and wibbled my way back to the love seat to finish one more thing online before I turned in.

I woke up on the love seat at 2 PM.

So I've had over 9 hours of deep, uninterrupted, dreamless sleep, just at the wrong time of day. I expect I'll be up all night tonight. I'm not taking the meds tonight. I'll just stay awake until around 6 PM tomorrow evening. Then I'll take the meds and maybe I'll fall out at the correct time. What I really think my problem is, is that I'm by nature a night person. All of my creative efforts and thoughts kick my spirit up a notch when the sun goes down. Maybe forcing myself to sleep at night isn't the best idea in the world. I'm gonna try it for a while, but I may instead reverse myself completely and take my meds for a daytime sleep schedule, interrupting it only long enough to perform diurnal duties before crawling back into my coffin.

In other news, I am officially retired from writing The Date Series. I know I've said that before, but this time is different. Yesterday, I deleted my j-Tunes from my i-Tunes playlists and from Son of iGor. If nothing else bespeaks finality, that does to anyone who truly knows me. The tale is in the music. If the music is dispersed, the tale is over. I have achieved Zen Oneness with my Joker. All the Js that were crowding my head merged into one happy, reconciled, shiny new Head Joker who can now reside in the brain pan and give advice on chaos, anarchy, and dealing with difficult people as needed.

There was one other J-fic I was considering writing, and I actually started it. Its working title was "One Pretty Bad Day," and it was to follow a day in the life of J, who has apparently fallen victim to Murphy's Law. Yes, it was a comedy. No, there was no violence or sex involved. I may still do it, I don't know. Right now, the only J-related thing I have the time or sanity to focus on is The Joker Blogs and making sure Little Bro gets to do his thing in the way he wants to do it, with no or close to no distraction or bother. Where my mind is right now, any J-related writing will be in that vein, for the maintenance and furtherance of Little Bro's growing empire. My new Head J, who sits next to Maul on the Council of We'll Kick Your Ass and Laugh while We Do It, will be very useful to my psyche as I keep on keeping on in this capacity. The characters that inhabit my head are my archetypes, whom I tap when the need arises. There's never a dull moment when a Sith Lord and a sociopathic Clown with self-image issues are on the job. There's some other stuff I want to write regarding TJB, but that'll have to wait until later when my thoughts are gathered.

I'd also like to get back into HG World Zombie Drama podcast, but I'll be needing a new mic before I can do that. Mine is knackered. I may as well string a tin can to one of my USB ports. I thought I'd be able to get one this month, but it's not gonna happen 'til September now. I'm hoping I can still be a part of it in some way by then. I had a hella good time doing what I did with 'In the Flesh.'

There's that, and I've gotten the bug to start drawing again, thanks to my interp of one of [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze's characters. After I finish that, I may try my hand at a new Cadmus picture. It's been years since I drew him, so I'm sure he's changed in subtle ways that will only come out on paper. Heck, for that matter, I may as well draw him and Orphaeus together, since The Blood Crown is as much about the dynamics of their relationship as it is about anything else. Now that I have new artist friends who can give me good advice and beat me about the head with easels if need be, I feel much better about drawing and being able to improve myself.

And, for the first time in quite a long time, I have The Blood Crown open and looking at me from the computer monitor. I feel rejuvenated from my fan fiction vacation, even though that holiday took a right turn at Albuquerque when it should have taken a left. All in all, it was a scream, as opposed to The Vampire Relics being a Shriek. Totally different vibe. And now I'm getting back into the dreadful poetry of Cadmus Pariah and company. Once more into the Abyss...

Better untried than found defective
Better unhinged than unselective
Better messed-up than compromised
Better ignored than not emphasized
tinhuviel: (Joker Trance)

Joker jumped out of the car and was up the steps of the old warehouse before Cathy had even gotten the heavy door of the Gremlin open enough for her to maneuver herself out of the unwieldy car. Gremlins had always been a bitch in every way. She was glad they were near extinction. Finally making her way out of the blue monstrosity, Cathy made her way up the steps and followed the Joker into the old warehouse.

Inside, it looked like it may have been a rag factory at one time. Cathy could almost see the neat rows of sewing machines, a harried woman sitting at each one repeating the same stitch for 8 to 10 hours over and over and over again. Now the place was nothing but dingy dust. She looked around and found the stairs. Yes, a two story rag factory. The boss probably would have lived here, too, to oversee his textile empire at all times. There were probably apartments near the back of the building.

“C’mere Twist Tie, follow me. My place is back herrre,” Joker said, taking Cathy’s hand and making a dash to the back of the warehouse. Cathy was in heels. She couldn’t go that fast and she faltered. The Joker stopped and looked at her.

“Can we just go at a normal pace?” she asked.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Why don’t you go at your normal pace and I’ll be back there waiting on you?” And he was off in a full run, laughing the entire way. Cathy was beginning to feel a little hurt by his attitude. Still, she followed.

When she joined Joker at his little apartment, she found a bedroom with two mattresses on the floor covered in a crumpled blue sheet and patchwork comforter. Beside it on the floor was a boom box and about half dozen CDs scattered on the floor. Adjacent to the bedroom was a small bathroom and a kitchen nook. And that was it. No money, no gold, no spoils of the Joker’s reign of terror on the Syndicate’s pawn racket. She wondered where it was, not that she was interested at all in the Joker’s riches. No, Cathy was here for one thing and one thing only.


tinhuviel: (Joker Trance)

Okay….The Horriblewood Walk of Shame xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?

This one is dedicated to the following who compelled me into this mess: Xandy (my writer friend. Visit her at http://www.covermyscript.com/), Kanike (the Abbott to my Costello, the Butthead to my Beavis, and the Webmonster who hides under everyone’s bed. You can see her work at http://www.rancidrainbow.com and http://www.thejokerblogs.com) and Blog Boy (Little Bro. You can’t visit him yet, but you can see his genius at work at http://www.youtube.com/thejokerblogs or check yourself into his asylum at http://www.thejokerblogs.com ). One of Xandy’s short stories inspired the idea for this, Kanike hounded me to doitdoitdoitdoit, and Blog Boy had me keep Word open waaaaay too long during my Grieving process for me not to take virtual pen in hand. Then there’s the cheerleading team, Megs, Jilldo, and Sweet Sophie (with her wretched little tree rhyme…she should be set aflame and thrown into that four-story sink hole in Toronto!...okay, well maybe that’s harsh. I love my Sweet Sophie….I just want to punch her once..really hard..right between the eyes….) Each of you (except for Xandy) deserve a swift kick to the tuckus. Or maybe reading this will be punishment enough.

Musical nods to the Everly Brothers (who gave me the Cougar’s name with their song “Cathy’s Clown”), Dave Matthews Band, Kasabian, VNV Nation, The Prodigy, Taco (not the food, youngsters. Look him up on You Tube, along with the word ‘Ritz’ and get edumacated), Sting, and Three Dog Night.

The Cougar’s Date

She watched him from across the street, this strange little man in the clown make-up and the almost-Zoot suit. He carried a knife in each gloved hand, and he was backing out of a pawn shop with two of his partners bagging money, guns, jewelry, pretty anything of any worth. He popped his head back in the door and said loudly enough for her to hear across the street, “Oh, and, don’t forget ~ tell the Falcone, Maronis, Zambonis, Macaronis and whatever other onis that are temporaaarily in charge of this town that Joker was herrre…and I’ve only just begun. oohaaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

And with that, she watched him almost dance down the street behind his two henchmen, shoving a knife in each of their backs and catching their bags as they dropped to the ground unceremoniously. He jumped up and it looked like he may have clicked his heels as he hopped into the old sky blue AMC Gremlin and sped off into the dimming Gotham twilight.

God, he was hot….in a strange, clownish, murderous, psychopathic way. She’d been trailing him for days, watching how he worked, wondering what his motivations were. Surely he took some downtime, maybe went to a bar or somewhere, where she could chat him up. That was the idea. She knew that, if she could just get him alone, she’d have him out of that strange thrift store suit and grease paint before he knew it. He wouldn’t know what hit him.

on the prowl )

tinhuviel: (Never Wrong a Writer)
For those waiting, I'm still working, but I've gotta sleep now.. It'll be Tuesday (today) sometime before it's ready. Drats. And apologies.

**fried Tin**
tinhuviel: (Can't Stop Writing)
Okay, I'm taking a break from psychically slaughtering Nerfs to write here before I rrite more on the story. I've been meaning to post these pictures all day, but I kept being pulled into rampant idiocy and general insanity (or that could be the other way around). I think it's the psychic energy of Lughnassadh that's brought out the crazies more than usual to test the limits of my patience. It made me wish I were in Dune. In Dune there are words that can kill.

Anyway.... on to the pictures!

random imagery for no reason whatseover )

I'm about halfway through The Fic That Should Not Be, Yet Is! I would have probably finished it today, but I ran into a few issues with TJB.com and associated websites that took my full attention. A couple of people who know who Blog Boy is decided to get all rowdy. Probably the psychic influence of Lughnassadh. Everyone wants to don a kilt, paint themselves blue, and show their arses on Lughnassadh! I've got an hour and 10 minutes to go as I write this. After that, everyone needs to calm down so I can finish this story or I'm gonna snap, don war paint, and start blowing things up starting with the crazy people who've made this day sooo enjoyable for me.

Now... I am going to write until I pass out, whenever that is. Someone needs killin' and I aim to make it happen no later than tomorrow! The writing is going much more easily this time, I guess because I'm wanting to write this particular story. And I've always been a big fan of prequels, and that's what this is, so there you go.

And, and as marker... apparently I am now a bad ass.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
This is the first part of a first draft, so don't expect much. I'm posting it because I wanna.

on the prowl )
tinhuviel: (Writer's Revenge)
Whee! I finally shut down around 11 last night and got up shortly after 5 this morning. Glorious sleep, albeit scrunched up on the love seat. Now, I'm listening to the playlist for the latest fic I was hijacked into writing and, yes, I'm writing it. And it's not because of anything anyone said to me or did to me. Although the collective, yet separate actions of others prompted me, it was something I said to someone the other day that compelled me to proceed.

"Nothing is unprintable. That's a law somewhere....and nothing should be unwritten."

So, in the end, I hijacked myself; therefore I must write.

Actually, I'm not writing on it yet. The entire story is in my head, so it shouldn't take very long once I get to rolling. It will pre-date The Nurse's Date which, chronologically, has always been the first in the series. And it will pre-date that story by several years, at least five or more. Nothing will be recognisable in this story. Even the music used for the construction of the plot is a little different, using Sting, Dave Matthews, the Everly Brothers, even ELO and Three Dog Night. Of course, we have the regular musical influences of the Prodigy (the only band that's helped me write both Maul and J fic. Maybe it's their underlying hint of rage...::she says wryly::). I'm just listening to the playlist to prepare for later. I've got some serious inspiration for this one. I can see her very clearly now, which is wholly necessary for J to see her correctly. He has her in his sights now. It won't be long now. Well, once I get to writing it, it won't.

For now, I have something else to write, which I hope to have completed today. I can't show it yet, if it ever sees the light of day, that is. If it does, when I can, it'll be available to anyone who wants to read it. That's the first order of business for the day.

Second is some detective work, trawling through thousands of grammatical train wrecks to find the few, glimmering survivors. My only problem is that I'm going to have to take numerous breaks to verbally throttle some people, which will end up making me take even more time I really don't have. But some people just need to be flicked between the eyes with forefinger and thumb. I know...reticent much? I'm just marking moments for my own reference later when I'm tromping through my burgeoning archive trying to find something. If it's not there, I can't find it, so here it be. When the inscrutability can be blown aside, I'll reference back to this post with a post that explains all.

Still working on the Joker Blogs site with the aim to make it like a Daft Punk song: "Harder Better Faster Stronger." And I had to take a bit of a break last night before I fell out to do a little business with [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh in this corner of the world. I swear, if I had the power to Force throttle by way of Teh Intarwebs, there'd be Admiral Ozzels lying about all over the world. If you get that reference, then that's why we're friends. Anyway...gotta keep the Dude's back. I can't stand it when uninformed nudnicks go skittering about like little bugs mouthing off about matters they know not.

As far as Force throttling, here's a happy little song passed on to me by [livejournal.com profile] booraven22.

cut for lyrics )

I'm really quite fond of that song. I see it as a kind of anthem. Maybe it'll be what we'll all hear when the Terrifying Squeegee of God (tm) comes to squitch humanity out of existence in...::checks watch::..a little less than 3.5 years. Wouldn't that be hilarious to hear this song ringing from...wherever and it be the last thing you ever hear? I think about these things.

Oh, I got sidetracked. This is what happens when I sleep after an insomnia jag.

After I work on the aforementioned projects, I'll work on the new Date. It won't be finished today, obviously. Maybe by the end of the week. And I find it kind of ironic that this first story in the chronology will be the last I write in the series. I know I've said that many times before, but I mean it this time. Seriously, I mean it. It's got to end. For me at least. J will always have to have dates, so somebody has to take up the torch. Maybe [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow herself? Perhaps [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze? Or you? I don't own J and I don't dictate his dating habits. It's a series. If it continues, no lawsuits will be forthcoming. I'm not big on the law and I hate suits, unless they're of the Zoot variety. If they are, please...call me ::makes hand phone sign and nods suggestively::

Okay, off to work. And a happy tip of the hat to you all. As Barry says, soonsoon!
tinhuviel: (Joker_Bitch)
There are a lot of things I'd like to talk about that I just...can't talk about. It's irksome, but there you go. If a Sith's life weren't irksome, she'd no reason to live. Sith are supposed to be irked. That's what being Sith is all about: honing your rage to a nice fine point, then rising up and striking down your master. Of course, I have no master, so I'd just go on a killing spree because, as we say in the South, people "need killin'." It's just a fact of life and that defense has been used in Southern courts in the past: "So-and-so needed killin'." Understandable. Not-guilty, next!

I've reached a bit of a snag in my Sith duties here of late. I try to maintain an underlying low-grade anger, just to hold on to for any ungodly situation that may need my full-blown ire. I've encountered someone twice, someone I was a tad irked at, at the time. Each time, I went away all sunshine and flowers, and pissed off that I was no longer pissed off. How conflicted can one person get? The soul in question has some serious Anti-Tin scary fairy dust on hand and I am to steal the crap for to bury it. Today, however, is not one of those days where I want to sing-a about the moon-a and the june-a and the spring-a. Today is one of those days I want to rant and be writerly and moody, and.....do the things that I want to do! Not what my brain wants me to do. So I'm back to being filled with ire and nursing my low-grade anger. Let's hope the Anti-Tin doesn't show up with bunnies....

Have a video for your trouble. I would have put it on You Tube, but the bastards said it was too long. And here I thought I was only long winded in words..

The Writer's Rant from Tinhuviel on Vimeo.

**EDIT** Perhaps I would have been taken more seriously if I'd worn a different tee shirt that day. Maybe my 'I Haz a Bukket' or 'Can't Stop Writing or My Music Will Eat Me.' Pre-plan, boys and girls... Lesson here.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Bitch)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow, a special disclaimer needs to go with this part of the story. She and I engaged in a word association exercise where she presented me with a word and I'd give her the first word that came to mind in response, which is how it works. She thought it would be amusing to throw Joker Blogs-associated words in my direction since she knew our exercise was going into the story exactly how we played it out in IM. I have an especially hard kick reserved just for her if I ever meet her face-to-face. First I'll hug her, then I'll kick her. That's the plan. That said, the word association you're about to read is, funnily, word for word. ::kick::

Also, don't go any further if sex and violence freak you out. What do you expect, though? This is, after all, a date night. Sheesh.

fork....you )
tinhuviel: (Joker_Upside Down)
I got a tad side-tracked and never posted the final date story here. Yeah yeah, I know, 'The Final Date' was supposed to be my final date, but things happen. This is the last one but, chronologically, happens after 'The Goth Chick's Date (aka the One that Got away)' because J has his iPod (from the dentist), but he doesn't have his hedgehog yet. I never formally introduced Sidney. Since this was my only chance to do so, I did. Sidney was originally conceived as a one-shot character, based on Sidney Poitier. Mr. Poitier starred in one of my patriarchal grandmother's favourite movies, Lilies of the Field. The movie was about a fraggle of nuns and how Poitier's handyman character helped them out one Summer. When I wrote 'The Nun's Date,' the first thing I thought about was this movie; thus, the existence of Sidney. There'd been so many people who were fond of him, though, I kept him around much longer than the Joker ever would have.

Uhm...disclaimers. If you're easily squicked, don't read this mmkay? I don't know what else to say. Oh, it's probably full of typos and whatnot because I was in a mad rush to finish this Monday night and had no time to proofread. And I still haven't because I've been too busy with other stuff. If you notice anything hideous, give me a shout so I can change my file. I doubt I'll change it here because HTML makes it very difficult to find the offense in question.

One thing's for certain, writers' withdrawal sucks. This is second day and, already, I'm missing this character. If I can make to Saturday, though, I should be okay and can turn my attention back to The Blood Crown. I've no doubt I'll make it without giving in this time, though. Fellow J-fic aficionados: consider Tin officially retired with this story. Whee!

Props go out to Kanike, who helped with the word association therapy and with naming the psychologist. Oh, and many thanks for the therapy in general. It’s a difficult job being a psychopath…..on paper that is. Ha.

Also many props go out to Gunslingaaahhh, Masquedbunny, MsManagr, RevClaudia, Opal Lynn, and Mldrfan, who offered support and suggestions regarding the Heath references and phobias. Special props go to Guns, who offers up all manner of Heath education I did not possess prior to this operation. I swear, J would never have a date if it weren’t for his harem of willing supporters.

cut for fake courtesy )
tinhuviel: (Joker_Upside Down)
I have some time to breathe. About a week ago, whilst on Twitter with a pack (a snorkel? a CHUCKLE!!!) ~ a chuckle of Joker and Joker Blogs fans, they engaged with me in what would become my very first interactive fanfiction, where people helped with the dialogue between Joker and his....date. They also helped (especially [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh) with Heath movie history so I could include the best Heath ref I could in the story. While I was on Twitter with my chuckle of homies, I was also discussing site issues with [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow (so glad she finally decided to let people know that she was the groovy webmaster over at TJB.com) and decided to get her involved. She is the one who suggested the new date be a psychologist. She gave the woman her first name, and she played a word association game with me to include in the story. I'll be posting the story here but, for right now, it's published at its true home, Rancid Rainbow.

Today, I'll have the honour and pleasure of mowing the grass. Nothing in this plane of existence pleases me more than mow the grass. I would spend the rest of my life trotting around in an ever decreasing circle, pushing a loud and obnoxious gas-powered tool from hell. Yeah, I just adore it.

For now, I must get ready to take Aunt Tudi to the doctor. She's crawling my butt right now to get ready to go. ::sigh:: Sometimes, that hermit cave is looking better and better.
tinhuviel: (Joker Innocence)
did I ever think a story I'd be writing would have Christina Aguilera as a primary inspiration.

It'll be finished today.


Jul. 20th, 2009 09:31 am
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
Well, if you're gonna die, you may as well look good on your way out!

Five Words

Jul. 18th, 2009 01:59 pm
tinhuviel: (Eddie)
Since I am now missing my fanfic deadline with a vengeance, I figured I'd enjoy myself whilst doing so. [livejournal.com profile] chris_walsh, a relatively new pal here on LJ, sent me five words that make him think of me so I can give him my take on them. After you read my yammering about the five words he gave me, you can comment on this post and I'll give you five words so you can do the same. Ain't that more fun than a snorkel of weasels? I think so!

So here we go...

  1. [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol: I was a competitor in the first season of LJ Idol when there were like 3 people fighting like emaciated canines over the chicken bone that was the title of LJ Idol Winner. Being the vicious dog that I am, I won the competition. Since then, LJ Idol has become somewhat of a phenomenon not only on Live Journal, but also on the Internet, being one of those sublime occurrences that allows people to stretch out their writer's muscles while making new friends. It's not just a competition for writers; it's a gathering place for creative people who who want to be a part of something that helps define the word groovy. Even though I know there's no way I could ever win, not with all the talented individuals vying for the title now, I'd still love to be a part of the competition, just for the heck of it. Actually, I do participate on the peripheries of the competition. If there's a prompt I feel compelled to write on, then I will. I get to enjoy the writerly aspects of the competition without stressing over the competitive aspects. Fae Publishing is in the process of producing a book showcasing the best of what LJ Idol has had to offer over the years. I'm happy to say I'm a part of this undertaking. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd be able to say "Yo! I'm a published writer!" because of something [livejournal.com profile] clauderainsrm, of all people, would cook up out of that demented can of potted meat he calls a brain. I guess that means I have to be all grateful to him, for at least the next ten minutes. So, Gary? Thaaaaanks...

  2. Spork: Ah the Mighty Spork! I like to say the word 'spork' almost as much as I do 'weasel.' And the mere thought of a weasel with a spork sends my imagination into never-before-explored regions of full-on hilarity. It's like something Eliza Doolittle would be forced to repeat constantly before going on that cotillion date with Professor Higgins: "A snorkel of weasels must spackle with the spork when it rains in Spain all the zippity-doo-dah-day!"

    If I ever opened a restaurant, I would name it the Golden Spork and I'd have a giant spork out front like the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. It would greatly amuse me to see patrons of my establishment react to my giant spork in much the same way the apes did the monolith in the Kubrick film.

    Then, of course, there's the entire re-writing of the Spoon scene in The Matrix to better fit the whole Spork Motif. Yes, there's a Spork Motif. At least, there is now. Here on the Cliffs, we're all about sporks and weasels. Don't ever forget it.

  3. Buttah: I have an aunt on the Mother Unit's side of the family who is the epitome of Mike Myers' Coffee Talk lady. She even gets verklempt. That's really apropos of nothing except for the fact that the Coffee Talk lady declares things she admires to the utmost to be like buttah. I tend to do the same. If I mention that something is like buttah, I really like it. If I state that something "is like a big stick o'buttah," that pretty much means it's so awesome, it will clog your arteries with nothing but pure win. For instance, the Gorillaz are like buttah, but Shriekback is like a big stick o'buttah. Law & Order is like buttah, but Law & Order: SVU is like a big stick o'buttah. Han Solo is like buttah, but Darth Maul is like a big sexy stick o'buttah! Dig?

  4. Fanfic: That thing I'm not writing at the moment and it may be too late to even finish it now. We'll see. I actually just learnt that people write fanfiction about actual living, breathing people. Like this one chick on Twitter writes Green Day fanfiction. I don't think I could ever do such a thing. My fanfiction has to be about fictional characters only, thankyouverymuch. And, believe it or not, I've not written that much fanfic. My first sojourn in that realm of fandom was writing Darth Maul fanfic back in 1999 and 2000 for the Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade. My second fanfic outing has been Joker fanfiction, mainly the Date Series, written for Rancid Rainbow. The majority of my fanfic has been erotic, but that's not to say all of it is erotic. A couple of my Maul fics were comedies and some of my J-fic has ranged from Jungian/occultish to dreadfully misanthropic. I even collaborated on a fiction, which I usually never do. It resulted in the first of a two part 'interview' written by [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy and myself. Writing fanfiction helped break a horrible block with which I'd been struggling back in 1999, so I figure I will always return to the medium as inspiration strikes because it's it's too fun not to dabble with and it really helps work on the writer bone.

  5. Izzard: One of my greatest heroes and quite possibly the most quotable human being on the planet. When [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin7t introduced me to Eddie Izzard, I was instantly in awe and in love. The man is a brain in a frock. Simple as that. Really, words just fail me when it comes to Eddie Izzard. He's....my hero!

tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
Disclaimers from part 1 apply to this second installment, probably more so. Read at your own risk.

tinhuviel: (Joker_Bitch)
It took me an ungodly amount of time to write this story. About midway, it took a much darker turn, thanks to some outside influence that fairly pissed off my Inner J. When he gets angry....people die. At least the outside influence helped with the scar story. I'd never thought of a piano. So.. that said, I have a disclaimer.

There are some warnings that need to be made about this story. It’s not a pretty one. I know that the others aren’t really pretty either, since my J engages in serial killing as a hobby on the side when he isn’t perpetrating mayhem on a massive scale in Gotham. But this one goes above and beyond the call of duty when it comes to what some consider taboo subjects. If you are at all rape-triggery or you have issues with the killing of children, it’s probably best that you move along, as there’s nothing to see here. However, if curiosity gets the better of you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The majority of this story was scored by the astonishing Massive Attack, Fluke, and by the Prodigy.

tinhuviel: (I Blog)
I've decided instead to inject my system with copious amounts of caffeine and continue with my duties. I forgot that I have some writing to do for the LJ Idol book, so I'll be working on that today too.

The agenda:

  • Get pics up for Tish

  • Finish "The Neighbour's Date" for [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow, despite my psychological barrier.

  • Run errands and pay bills

  • Scream and turn into a Zombie for [livejournal.com profile] dr_p_venkman. Neither should be a stretch because I'm ready to scream now and I'm pretty certain I'll be a Zombie by the time I get to the school to do my recordings.

  • Herd more Nerfs as they discover the Picture over the course of the day.

  • Write on my installments for the LJ Idol book.

If I have to drink a lake full of godawful liquid coffee nips in order to maintain consciousness long enough to do all this, by the Mighties, I will! Sleep? We don't need no steenkin' sleep!

It's gonna be one of those days where the Mighties just set my butt up for a chuckle. About an hour after making this post, I fell asleep. Slept for an hour, maybe more. Broke my neck. But I'm still tired. Tired, pissed off, and not enjoying being the straight man to the gods' comedians. Har-dee-har-har. It is to laugh.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
I'm writing what will be the darkest Date Night in the history of the series. Here's what I have so far. It all looks pretty innocent but, trust me, how I'm gonna end it? The Nun's Date is gonna look like a Vaudeville joke.

The Neighbour’s Date

He sat in the lofty comfort of his second floor room, gazing out across the endless ordered lawns that surrounded what his neighbours thought was an abandoned millhouse. The Joker’s place was the eyesore of this neighbourhood and the people who lived there inclined to keep their eyes averted from the place, hoping that it would someday go away. Much like the way people reacted to him when they saw him, either with or without the war paint.

But the Joker didn’t care. As long as they stayed away and showed an active disinterest in his little corner of the world, he was pleased as punch. Judy even. He’d docked his iPod, the very one he’d taken as a souvenir from the lovely dentist who had no vision beyond her little organised universe. It was people liked that the Joker liked to make squirm before he killed them. I wanted to see the realisation of Chaos in their eyes before he released them into Oblivion, a flesh gift to the gods of Existentialism.

He had an itch and not one you could scratch with one of those curly pieces-of-shit wood you get at tourist traps. It was further fueled by the music his iPod had decided to play on shuffle. Lots of Massive Attack. Dr. Romello had had a thing for this band, apparently, and the Joker could see why. The steady, driving beats, the wall of bass, the undeniable sonic manifestation of seduction could not be denied. And that was what J wanted now, seduction. He wanted to seduce and be seduced. He wanted to sink into the inevitability of flesh where madness and scars were nightmares in another world.

But he didn’t really want to go out this evening either. He’d planned on lying low since the uproar over the nun. The Joker could depend on Sidney to bring him someone, he guessed, but that did seem terribly antiseptic. The Joker chuffed heavily and rubbed his paintless face, gazing out to the far Gotham horizon. The sun was beginning to sink. Decisions, decisions…

About that time, a movement below caught the Joker’s eye. He looked down to see a woman of about 35 staring up at him. Just standing there in his yard, peering up at him like she’d never seen another person before in her entire life. Not taking his eyes from her, J pressed a small comm button on the desk next to the window.

“Yeah, boss?” Sidney said.

“There’s a woman in our front yard staring up at me. Go..get..her.”

Sidney didn’t even respond back because he was that good. Why waste time saying “all right” when it had better damned well be all right? He watched as Sidney emerged from the house, his bald brown pate reflecting the evening sun. The Joker giggled at Sidney, who didn’t say a word to the woman, just grabbed her by the arm and hustled her in doors. Sidney didn’t play around. He liked Sidney. Turning his head away from the window, the Joker inclined the left side of his head to his bedroom door, listening.

There will be more. Oh yes, there will be more.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
And my bitter brain. This song has lodged in the brain pan and is fueling another Date fic. Dunno where it's going 'cos Head J hasn't told me yet and the soundtrack isn't complete. It's just this song and "Inertia Creeps" by Massive Attack. THAT...is not a good combination. I might include "Hypo Full of Love" by the Alabama 3 too. Why not make it crazy as hell and give it enough energy to blow readers' faces clean off their skulls? Or not. I have no idea what I'm saying. Need sleep. Will write instead.

Running Battle by Kasabian
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe

I take down what I need
Cause you know I need to breathe
I'm tired of walking on another plane
Another plane cause I feel insane, I...
Step back to get to you
Cut back I'm fallin through
Another day I feel the same
I'm cutting and I'm bleeding here with you

All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe

All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe

So keep those voices down
Even if you dont make no sound
A thousand voices makin all the mistakes
The fire escapes and this code must break
Step back to get to you
Cut back I'm fallin through
Another day I feel the same
I'm cutting and I'm bleeding here with you

All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe

tinhuviel: (Judge Judy)
Because my idiot self can't find the original post, I'm reposting this for a new pal who has to see this to believe it. Newbies? Enjoy.

Maul vs. Kenobi: a Judge Judy episode )


Jun. 29th, 2009 02:27 am
tinhuviel: (I Blog)
The creation of the message board was a little more in depth than I at first thought it would be. It took up the majority of my day, speaking with Phade on how it should be constructed, what should go on it and how, and what forums should have full moderation.

As it stands, Blog Boy's actor forum is fully moderated. Nothing gets past the admins on that forum. Gotta protect tha little bro. Everything else is pretty much a free-for-all like his You Tube channel, just a little more organised. Phade has to be given serious props in manifesting what I was writing out to her. We make a great team. We're the Abbott and Costello of The Joker Blogs. Who's on first?

I got no writing done today; however, I did beta for [livejournal.com profile] paisleydaze, who is writing one of the most original and beautifully-written J-fics I've ever read. I can't hardly wait for the next installment.

And that's pretty much it. If you want to see the pretty new message board, you can clickie here: The Joker Blogs Forum. 'Cos it's live! It took us all day, but we did it. Sit a spell. Say howdy. Poke around and see what you like. Tell 'em Tin sentcha. I'm Tin over there too. I'm Tin every-damn-where. All that said, I'm going to bed...with Vin Diesel. It's Pitch Black time!
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
With the addition of a 14th tale to what was my Coven of Dates, I've had to update my chronology.

  1. The Cougar's Date

  2. The Nurse's Date aka How the Joker Got His Hospital Uniform

  3. The Hippie's Date

  4. The Groupie's Date

  5. The Actress' Date

  6. The Professor's Date

  7. The Dentist's Date

  8. The Goth Chick's Date aka The One that Got away

  9. The Pet Shop Clerk's Date

  10. The Asylum Attendant's Date

  11. The Nun's Date

  12. The Singer's Date

  13. The Clown's Date

  14. The Artist's Date

  15. The Banker's Date

  16. The Final Date

Will there be more? Hell if I know! I'll have to consult with the numerous Js scampering about in my sorely-abused brain before I can answer that one. One thing's for certain: each one of these stories adheres to three rules I established with the creation of the first written Date story, "The Professor's Date." I'd never written the rules down, but I guess I should here.

  • Rule Number One: The story must possess a Heath Ledger reference. It can be obscure or blatant, but the reference must exist and be noticeable by Heath followers.

  • Rule Number Two: The story must contain a scar story prior to Joker offing his date.

  • Rule Number Three: It's to be assumed that, upon the telling of the Scar Story, the Joker will proceed to killing his date. This sometimes doesn't turn out like he intends and only two stories utterly break this rule with J's intentions not being murder at all, or least his intentions being changed before the deed is done. Those are "The Asylum Attendant's Date" and "The Final Date." Even in "The Final Date," J was determined to kill his gleeful partners that evening, until he had his plans changed for him.

So those are the only rules. Everything else is pretty much a free-for-all. I do have one personal rule that I've applied to myself fairly late in the writing game: Keep your freakin' J's separate, at all costs. Of course, that's easier said than done. For now, the J-itch has been scratched for all involved, so I'm free to return to The Blood Crown and get my hands all...bloody.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
I hate it when LJ truncates my posts. I should be allowed to submit any size a post I wish! I've got a permanent account, dammit! That should count for something! Okay, enough ranting. On to part two.

we left the clowns kissing... )
tinhuviel: (Joker_Bitch)

Written primarily for Kanike ([livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow ) as a gift for her relaunch of the refurbished shiny new version of Rancid Rainbow, this is kind of a bonus Date Night story. I’m thoroughly uncertain if any more Date Nights are forthcoming. Since I thought the series was finished, this was as much a surprise to me as anyone else who might be reading it. I kind of broke my brain writing this. Those in the know, know why and should take appropriate pity on me. In the timeline of dates, I’d say this one would fit in between “The Singer’s Date” and “The Banker’s Date,” since its definitely pre-“Final Date.”

Thanks goes to [livejournal.com profile] baxaphobia and [livejournal.com profile] lindseybits for enabling my “My Sharona” fetish for this story. The song is now ruined for me.

It should be noted that the Chaplin reference was written prior to certain revelations. That was just a freaky coincidence. But I couldn’t change anything because Tramples had been too ingrained in my writer-brain for me to rewire myself. I hate it when that happens.

Musician shout-outs go to the Bay City Rollers, the Knack, Jelly Roll Morton, Queen, Billy Joel, the Steve Miller Band, VAST, Frankie Valli, Concrete Blonde, Sarah McLachlan, the Everly Brothers, and the Scissor Sisters.

Movie shout-outs go to Beetlejuice and Tod Browning’s Freaks (thanks for the Scar Story!)

The Clown's Date, Part 1 )

tinhuviel: (Agent of Chaos)
I swore I wouldn't do it. I swore up one wall and down the other. But I'm doing it. It's all [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow's fault. I'm doing my level best to separate the various Joker's in my head. The Date Joker was always my fun Joker, so he was a little susceptible to the fun-lovingness aspect of Blog Boy, which didn't work on the J-erotica front. So I had to retire the Date Night series. But here I am writing another. I think I've successfully found a way to pull out my old J-ness without bringing the "little brother" aspect into it, so here's to more dreadfully delightful Date Nights, or at least one more.

Here's what I have so far. Inspired in part by all my J-fandom homies, but dedicated particularly to [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow. It's been hella fun so far, as has almost all the Date Nights, "The Nun's Date" notwithstanding. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] baxaphobia for lodging "My Sharona" in my head, thus the name of the clown ~ Ramona. You see where this is going and what J will be singing at one point in the tale. And thanks to [livejournal.com profile] lindsaybits, who sent me the song, which I'd lost when my last computer died. Love you peoples in a dedicated Sithly way!

a sneak peek )
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
Okay, then, this story has been in the works for a while. It's a collaborative fic between myself and [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy. All the Jessica Striker bits are her, and all the Joker bits are me because [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy believes I am just *cracked* enough to convincingly "play" J. The narrative in between the dialogue is something we tried our best to merge our two styles into a seamless kind of stream of thought. Considering there's a considerable amount of years, miles, and chinks of sanity that separate us, I think we did pretty well. You be the judge.

Part two of this interview will consist of questions posed by a variety of Joker fans here on LJ and elsewhere. All questions will be credited to the persons who asked them. That'll be a load of fun, trust me. In the meantime, here's hoping you have fun with this one. [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy and I most certainly did.

The Interview pt. 1 )
tinhuviel: (wwjokerkd)
Okay, after passing out for about an hour sitting in front of the new Date story I'm writing for [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow, I woke up and gazed with two bleary marble eyes at the screen only to find an announcement that the new Joker Crazy site had gone live! While i was sleeping [livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow was working, and she's done an incredible job of outdoing herself.

Check it out: RANCID RAINBOW.

Not only that, but she says I "wore her down" about The Joker Blogs and now lists them under 'The Loco Friends and Family' on the site, even making a page to call their very own. It can be found here: Joker Blogs ~ Loco Friends and Family at last! This just tickles me pink, and that's hard to do to a Sith, as we aren't very fond of pink. Anyway, everything having to do with the Joker Blogs will be filtered through that page now, so everything will be collected and treasured with a nice purple and green bow on top. That said, I'll be referring to the Rancid Rainbow site more often than not from now own, now that they have a home away from You Tube home.

So that gave me a major wake-up call and I'm back to writing. Thanks again[livejournal.com profile] rancid_rainbow! And, remember, I didn't wear you down. It was pure damned talent that did that. ;)
tinhuviel: (Joker_Upside Down)
There's a new person on LJ by the name of [livejournal.com profile] covermyscript. She's a script writer in Hollywood and is also an avid crafter. You guys should friend her and make her feel all welcome and shite. Skadoodle now! :)

In other news, I'm focusing my attentions on The Blood Crown today, but may have to work on the new...Date story that I shouldn't be writing, but am. I know the lucky girl's name (Ramona), but I'm not sure of her profession yet. It doesn't matter, since J meets her in a bar. Cadmus and Orphaeus will be given explicit instructions as to their journey to unearth the Apostate. Kelat's through with playing games. And so am I. I've spent all my time and energy on spreading the Joker Blogs around like warm butter to the detriment of my own projects. I think my job there is done, at least for a while. Time to get back to my own thang.

Happy Sunday, freaks! May the Dark Side of the Force be with you!

Long Day

Jun. 14th, 2009 01:38 am
tinhuviel: (wwJDd?)
Driven by 'Daylight' by Matt and Kim, I've chewed the fat most all day with a variety of people. Got the new Blog up everywhere, with the help of [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh. I love this shit. LOVE. IT. It's like a revolution. Anyway, I now have 2500 words to write tomorrow, so I'm swearing off 'Daylight' because I just can't write Vampirically when t hat song is on. I want to flail about like a rag doll on a string and think happy thoughts, which is like the anti-Tin. So tomorrow, it's Shriekback, through and through. Cadmus has some issues with which to deal. And I still need to get those memories transferred from Kelat to Orphaeus. Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy said she'd have The Interview (working title), draft 2.0/1 ready probably tomorrow, so I guess I'll be working on that as well. Aaaaand, I still have to write that review for "Nowhere, Nothing, Ever" for Barry. He needs incentive and, by the Mighties, I'm gonna give it to him if I can. Gods, it's a wonder I have any flesh on my fingers, I type so much.

I'm off to go find Smidgen and Shmoop and put them out for the night, then I'm going to bed. John Doe in all his Se7enish glory is my bedmate this good eve.
tinhuviel: (Orphaeus Cygnus)
More so than usual, I'm in a quite writerly disposition. It must be something in the thick, barely-breathable air! [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy sent me the first draft of our collective narrative, with some additional commentary by her Jess to my J's answers. J couldn't very well let that go, so I just finished up Draft 1/2.0 and shot it off to her in an email. Now, I'm staring at The Blood Crown. Kelat has informed Orphaeus of her plan to give him the memories of the Tarmian race. My task is to figure out how this is going to happen and, then, how I'm going to describe it happening. Honestly, I'm struggling to maintain the poetic tone I established in The Chalice, so this is slower-going than I would prefer. I want it all done now now now!

Speaking of poetics, I need to sit down and listen to 'Dreamlife of Dogs' and 'Nowhere Nothing Ever' while perusing the lyrics until I can sufficiently put into words what I think of the songs. Barry is feeling a little creatively blue and, if I can cheer him on with one of my reviews then, by the Mighties, that's what I will do!

There are storms once again predicted for this afternoon, so I'll be doing all of this whilst dodging lightning. If we get another major thunder-bumper like the one that came through late yesterday, I may have to take a movie and post it. All hell broke loose in Duncan and it was so much fun.

**Note to [livejournal.com profile] song_tothesiren: I promise to read more of your fiction very soon. I cycle it dribs and drabs of either writing or reading, and I'm in a writing jag at the mo. Please don't think I'm ignoring you!
tinhuviel: (Joker_Upside Down)

[livejournal.com profile] ragcat: Could you please ask him what his favorite book is? I really want to know....

J: Jean-Paul Sartre’s Being and Nothingness. If he were alive today, I think Jean-Paul would fully understand and appreciate why it is I do what I do.

[livejournal.com profile] agent0fchaos:

"What makes the Joker tick?"

Time bombs!
"What do you look for in a woman?"

That one’s complicated. I don’t look for women, but certain ones just pop up on my radar. There’s something about her that strikes me and makes me want to take her on a date. And I always get my date. It could be a sense of innocence, or a wry humour, or even a deeply flawed individual. I find all sorts of women sexy. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, but you know that’s how I roll.

Take you, for instance. You’re brass, lippy, and have an unfortunate and misplaced faith in humanity but….there’s just something about you that makes me want to… But we’re not here for that. Or are we? You tell me, Ms. Jess Striker Down.

"When are you looking to retire?"

When what I do stops making me laugh.

"What do you do on your down time?"

Go on dates and taunt the Batman. Come out come out, wherever you are!

tinhuviel: (Joker_Bitch)
Hopefully by Monday, [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy and I can compile all these, flesh out the narrative, and have a brand new shiny J-fic. Maybe there'll be more questions before then, too.

From [livejournal.com profile] outcastspice So, what are you favourite foods? How about movies?
J: I don’t think about food that much, really. I’ll eat whatever I find in front of me. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a little busy. Grabbing food on the sly is a bit of a habit of mine. Although I must admit having a fondness for Jack in the Box. Jack makes me laugh.
As for movies, I like old comedies. And foreign films. Yeah. Foreign films. And I am fond of Tim Burton’s work and Stanley Kubrick. Now there was a real crazy. I admire that.

From [livejournal.com profile] gratefuldread Okay, back to your followers. As mentioned before, you have a fairly large female following. Did you know that some of them identify themselves as J-girls? Would you ever consider being involved with any of them?
J: ::slaps his thigh and cackles with glee:: J-girls? I hadn’t heard that one. Yes, I know about the army of women out there, ready to be at my beck and call. I prefer to choose my partners from unsuspecting individuals. Now, there was this one girl who was tailing me. I don’t like to be followed. She found that out in spades. So, to all you J-girls out there? I don’t care what you do or what you talk about regarding me, but don’t come around expecting any kind of romance or affection. All it will get you is a cut throat and big smiiiile on your face. Besides, Jess Striker Down, I’m a little busy to be dilly-dallying with women who expect more from me than I have to offer, no matter how much I’d just love to disappoint every..last..one..of them. You seem awfully focused on this whole so-called female following of mine. Sure it's not just you, Sweet Potato?
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
From [livejournal.com profile] okypete_harpy: Where do you get your clothes?

J: I have a personal tailor. No, she’s not colour blind. I choose my own colours and fabric, she does the measurements and the sewing. She is paid…by the Mob…for her services. ::lies back in the easy chair and crows with laughter:: And why do you ask about my clothes? They say the clothes make the man. I consider my wardrobe to be quite fashionable. I’d call it Madcap Swank if I have to call it anything at all. (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ladyana5 for the dollop of inspiration in this answer).

From [livejournal.com profile] kyriaquinzel: Do you ever bathe?

J: ::jumps out of the chair and gets in Jess’ face:: What do you think? Do you smell me? Hm? No, I don’t bathe, I shower. Sitting in your own bath water is filthy. Now, Jess, I know that these are the questions the public want answers to, but that’s just rude. Do you know what I like to call people? The Great Unwashed. Do they ever bathe? Everytime I walk down Gotham’s streets, the stench of humanity sickens me. My senses seem a little heightened, yes, but the collective BO of this town is just one of the reasons I’m trying to raze it to the ground. This town needs an enema!

From [livejournal.com profile] androgyneninja: What do you like in a future henchman?

J: Well, when you start out on any job, you have to start out small. That said, I had to deal with morons, crazies, and generally unpleasant criminals who had the intelligence of fluke worms. As I worked my way up, my henchmen improved in every way. One of my favourites was a guy named Sidney, but that creep of a Commissioner went and got him killed. Sidney was smart, didn’t ask questions and, even better, he was intuitive. I don’t like to micromanage. It feels too much like planning, dig? So intuitive, intelligent henchmen and women (let’s not be sexist here) are what I look for. Would you like to join up? ::he looks at her, waggling his eyebrows and offering up a feral grin::

From [livejournal.com profile] moththemachine: Will you affiliate yourself with other Three Stooges fans?

I don’t affiliate myself with anyone. Now I can appreciate the Three Stooges, but I’m not going to sit in a pizza house and watch them on TV with a bunch of…stooges… Unless, of course, I’m planning to blow the pizza house up later on. I like my comedy to go out with a bang.

You have quite the following among the ladies of Gotham. They want to know, do you like typical hugs?

J: ::grins again and leans toward Jess, his eyes smoldering with interest:: Well well well, isn’t that amusing? Do they all want to come give me a hug, is that why you ask? Or are you asking for your own benefit? I’m a man of simple tastes. Hugs don’t really play into the needs I have fulfilled on a regular basis, if you get what I’m saying here. Or is this one of those psychoanalytical questions, implying that I do what I do because I wasn’t hugged as a child? What does it matter? All that matters is here and now. So…wanna give me a hug?
tinhuviel: (Joker Innocence)
As previously mentioned, [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy and I are collaborating on a Joker fiction about a journalist who interviews Joker for a newspaper article. We've decided to open up the forum for everyone to get involved, if they so desire. If you have a question to ask of J, ask it here. If your question is used in the final draft of the story, you'll be credited. Alrighty then.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Bitch)
Just finished reading [livejournal.com profile] ladyana5's Agent of Chaos. For obvious reasons, I was a tad freaked out by the parallels of Karen and the Joker-inspired character in her novel and me and my B-inspired character Cadmus. I so totally felt Karen's shock and fear at meeting the source of her inspiration. It bordered on serious discomfort for me, but I couldn't stop reading. Of course, the parallels end there, but it was enough to give me that Hannibal-level alarm. J-fic aficionados should read the story 'cos it's most excellent, not that my stamp of approval means anything. It's merely a suggestion.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Glare)
[livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy has convinced me to don the war paint again, this time in a collaborative effort. J is going to be interviewed by an intrepid journalist, a character wholly of [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy's vast imagination. The character sketch and interview questions belong to [livejournal.com profile] dandyxrandy. The Joker's answers belong to me because, apparently, my egg is just cracked enough to be believable. Imagine that. We won't be using all these questions/answers. This is more of an exercise toward the greater goal that will become the final product. So this is a brainstorm of sorts.

Name: Jessica Lee Striker
Sex: Female
Birthday: August 2
Occupation: Journalist for Gotham Times

Jessica Lee Striker is a new fiery reporter, looking for any unusual job, taking the bull by the horns. She is interested in the relationships of politics, scandals, and justice. She's a writer of peace, a writer of war, a writer of whats right and wrong. Her views on the world are neutral, giving her an upper hand when interviewing someone who has a set goal. She gives the exterior of being a bit of an airhead but once she is in a solitary room with her other to get the facts, she turns into an intellectual monster. She's a contradiction.

Jessica Striker was brought up on a small country farm house, always told that writing and anything dealing with the arts would get her nowhere. Hard work and sweat was what she lived with until she was eighteen. On her birthday she was whisked away by her aunt to join her in Gotham to study under a veteran journalist. Once her first publication was published she became a small instant hit in the journalism society. The column was labeled 'Gotham? Of Bats and Clowns.'

She has written a sum of one hundred and seventy-two articles, six two page editorials, and several small edits. She hit the ground running. The woman has had connections with the mob, but none illegally so. Her main goal in this world is to reveal the raw truth, not facading a word.

Now that The Joker has arrived on scene she has become fascinated with his views, watching and reading anything he has to offer to the public. She has become a secret fan and only wishes to sit down and talk to him, not like a shrink to pick his brain, but someone who just wants an inkling of insight. She understands that there are several layers to the man. She just wants to know at least one.

Batman is another she would dearly like to meet. She supports him almost as much as the clown. It's good versus evil, heaven and hell, the Devil and an Angel. But for now she has to suffice with the mob, the gangs, the cops, and the politicians.

Writing is her passion.
Truth is her justification.

Where did you originate from?
Well, where does anyone originate from? It's not like I'm a product of parthenogenesis. It's not like I was beamed down by Scotty or chanted out of a secret pyramid by a gaggle of Thelemites. What sort of question is that? Are you serious? ::looks at her with honest curiosity. Is she really serious? Better question still, did she think he was?

On many accounts you have told different versions of how you obtained your scars. Why are there so many? Do you know the truth yourself?
Every scar demands a story. By the same token, every story demands a new scar. That's why there're so many because one always feeds the other. Of course I know the truth. But I ask you, are you brave enough to bear the scar in order to hear the story?

If it's not for money, not for power, not for control, than what is it all for?
Like I told the Chechen, it's about sending a message. This world we live in, this little hamster wheel of a world....it all seems so meaningless, don'tcha think? Everyone gets up at the same time, depending on what shift they're assigned, they eat the same bland breakfast while being told how unhealthy it is for them, yet very few make enough money to buy the foods we're told are healthy. Then everyone grabs their chosen mode of transportation or the mode chosen for them, and off they go to do their mindless little jobs and to what purpose? The more sane everyone pretends to be, the crazier everyone is going. For a society so enamoured of freedom, it seems to me that everyone is pretty much a slave.

I am not. I do as I please, when I please, and how I please. Now..now you can either learn and live by my example, get out of my way, or die trying to stop me. Your choice.

How do you view the people of this world now?
Chattel. Slaves. Tools. The hordes that delight in the blood I spill as they sit in their dark living rooms and watch on TV, but the first to condemn me when the sun comes up and the Bat has been lauded as "saving the day." You know. Hypocrites and knuckledraggers who would see an original idea flying at them like a brick and stand there to be brained to death by it rather than try to catch it or dodge out of the way. All it would take is three days of no electricity, maybe even less than that, to reduce our enlightened civilisation to the depths of Witch-burning depravity that would put the Auto-da-Fe to shame.

How did this all begin. How did you begin?
::smiles and taps the side of his nose:: Nosy little thing, aren'tcha? ::just raises his eyebrows and looks at her, the smile broadening to the point of the absurd::

What made you want to install this 'chaos' into Gotham?
A wise man once said, "Write what you know." I know Gotham and, so, I'm writing that first.

Some view you as a monster, some view you as an anarchist, some may even view you as a person with idealistic views, how do you view yourself?
I see myself as someone who is not afraid to come to grips with who he is or what he is. Humans so often try to lift themselves high above what is considered the baser life forms, but I submit that humanity is the basest of life forms on this ball of mud. Why? Because we don't want to associate ourselves with our true animal roots. We pretend that we're above your basic day-to-day savagery and, by denying this truest of our natures, we find ourselves perverting who we are and becoming the very worst of what we so very desperately deny. Therein lies the greatest joke to me. The ones who decry me the most are the ones who are, by far, guiltier than I'll ever be and of much worse crimes.

I'm a human animal. We all are. The difference is, I know it and the rest of you don't.

There is a theory that the insane aren't insane at all but are a form of a super-sane person. What do you classify yourself as?
Smarter than your average bear! I'll leave the classifications up to those who like to classify things and people and...stuff. You know. Virgos.

Do you have any remorse for killing any of the people? What about the children who don't know right from wrong and have yet the choice to make their own decisions?
Oh don't even get me started on children. The only differences between children and adults is children don't have to take responsibility for their atrocities in our "society" and children are vastly more honest than any adult who wants to fit in our "society" would ever have the balls to be. I have remorse for the truly innocent who've died in the war: the non-human animals. Everyone else is simply a casualty in a war that should never have begun in the first place, with "modern man" proclaiming a kind of civilised nature that's not only a bad lie, but also a really bad joke.

(Jess is going to be a bit bold and brave, even a bit lippy)
Are you going to kill me when we finish?
::gives her the most direct gaze she's ever received from anyone, causing her to thrill and quake simultaneously:: Well...what do you want me to do? You one of those kinksters who likes to follow known killers around in hopes of a cuddle only to be surprised right to the very last breath, realising it's not all it's cracked up to be? Or is that a genuine question out of concern for your livelihood? Maybe it's a little bit of both. Maybe you think you deserve some special dispensation because I'm even talking to you. Or maybe you're hoping that I might see something special in you and have an epiphany that little journalist girl is the one. You don't look like a Mary Sue. Don't act like one.

What do you want people to know about you?
I have a scar story for every last one of them up to and including a scar to go along with it. Get in line. It ends right around that corner, my beautiful lemmings.

What is your message?
What makes you think I have a message? Just because I'm all about sending messages doesn't necessarily mean I have one. That takes too much....planning.

Batman is Gotham's hero, yes, but why are you so keen in finding out who he is? It would be like asking you to take off your own mask. All we would find is a man underneath with ideas.
You're assuming a lot here, you know. First of all, what makes you think I don't already know who he is? And what makes you think this is a mask? And why do you think that, if I wiped off my war paint, you'd find a man with ideas underneath? You seem terribly sure of yourself, when you should certainly be sure of nothing, considering whom you're interviewing.

What else you got, Ms. Jess Striker Down?
tinhuviel: (Joker_Bitch)
This is my latest J-fic and maybe my last one. I know I keep saying that, but my image of J has been compromised, so I don't see how I can write him properly anymore. This fairly pisses me off, but I did it to myself in a way, so let's call it a self-admonition for engaging in activities I knew would ruin the J personality for me. Damn. This is probably the darkest one of all of them, especially since the majority of the Date Night series was a bit more light-hearted (the Nun's Date being the exception). The story was driven by two songs: "The Bastard Sons of Enoch" by Shriekback (music usually reserved for Cadmus) and "Pandemonium" by Killing Joke.

So here 'tis. There's some questionable language, but none of the rampant sexual escapades that defined the Date Series.

To Whom It May Concern )


Jun. 5th, 2009 11:35 pm
tinhuviel: (Joker_Blogs_Dude)
I slept for the majority of the day, a deep and dreamless sleep. Now my back is killing me and I feel like I've been hit by a bus. Gonna have some cheesy eggs, then see how I feel. Right now, I feel like I could go right back into bed and do it all over again, but we'll see. I may end up all night, but I've plenty of writing to do. There are just a little tweaks to be done on "To Whom It May Concern," then I can release my latest Joker fic, which is a manifesto of sorts, I guess. The story was driven by 'The Bastard Sons of Enoch' by Shriekback and 'Pandemonium' by Killing Joker (B and Colesy are really good friends and B is now signed on to the Killing Joke label, Malicious Damage). Seems we're all connected.

If I have the capacity to think, I'd like to work more on The Blood Crown. The first two chapters after the prologue are entitled 'The Veiled Shrine' and 'The Mother of Memory.' The next chapter will be called 'Reluctant Reunion,' and will re-introduced Orphaeus Cygnus. I may give him dreads this time. He's rather fond of his crimson locks, so why not let him enjoy them to their full potential, á la Mick Hucknall? It's all gonna be delicate writing, though. I need to maintain the poetic lilt of the story in keeping with The Chalice, but I also need to ensure Cadmus doesn't end up being straight man to Orphaeus' merry humour.
tinhuviel: (Joker_Upside Down)
I got to sleep for six overnight. It's my Moon. I always get the Moon Sleepies. But I woke up feeling like deep fried ass with some Garmonbozia on the side. I'd prefer to curl up in a ball and nurse my aching body, but I have to take Aunt Tudi to the doctor at 2:30. And, when I get back, the writing needs to continue.

I'm really struggling with the story of Kelat's mother for some reason. All this is really old source material in my head that I've never written down. It seems like it's become such a part of me, it's like pulling eye teeth to get it all out. Once I have that part done, it should be smooth sailing with the arrival of Orphaeus, at least for a little while. I'm thinking about writing a prologue for the book to keep it in the same framework as the first one. So I may give the Pretani story a rest for today and work on that instead.

Aaaand, I want to look at "To Whom It May Concern" sometime today. Except for the beginning of it, the entire story is written in first person, from the Joker's point of view. What I have so far is very garbled, intentionally so to better communicate a hint of madness. Not complete madness, just a hint. Just enough to make a sociopath decide that blowing up a city is a great idea and actually following through with it. So yeah. Dark. Now that I've gotten some sleep, I feel much more comfortable exploring this again. This is not an erotic fanfiction, unless you think hate letters are erotic. If so, wait 'til you get a load of this.

Night Five

Jun. 3rd, 2009 06:56 am
tinhuviel: (Barry Exact Science)
As of 7 PM, I will have been awake for 27 hours on 2 hours of fitful sleep. I don't even feel tired anymore. It's like I'm right outside my body, just floating like a ghost. Maybe David Gilmour said it best: I have become comfortably numb. One of three things is gonna happen. I'm gonna finally fall out from exhaustion, drop dead from exhaustion, or lose my mind (one 'o' dumb people! You can't loose your mind. It's not on a frickin' leash!) and end up in a hospital, medicated, and sleeping. Did my work on The Blood Crown and reread what I have of "To Whom It May Concern," but I didn't do anything with the J-fic. It's percolating and not ripe yet.

The sun is up and the shadows on the walls keep moving in the peripheries of my vision. It's kinda creepy.



Jun. 1st, 2009 09:59 pm
tinhuviel: (CadmusOrphaeus)
It's been decreed. I'm going to write at least 500 words a day on The Blood Crown for the month of June. Sort of a NaNoWriMo, but different. This is in addition to finishing the J-fic "To Whom It May Concern." So those here for the J-fics, don't get your panties in a wad. Hold on to your butts, I'm slow but sure, I promise.

I admire the folks on my list who blog for charity. If I could find a charity worthy of my rampant blogging, I'd do it in an instant. But human charities leave me cold for obvious reasons and that's why I leave such things in more capable hands. I don't think it'd..."appropriate"....for me to be writing every hour on the hour about how much I hate people and then ask for folks to donate to a charity that helps...people. Kinda hypocritic. So here's to you, people charity bloggers! It's Miller Time!

This laptop cooler thing is really working. The lappy is as cool as it was when I first turned it on. I think this is the key to our Magic Jack success.

Of all the movies out there, The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3 is the one drawing my attention at the mo. I'm not big on Denzel Washington (too goody-goody) nor John Travolta (I was around during his 'Welcome Back Kotter' days waaaay before Pulp Fiction, which kinda redeemed him, but not all the way), but the movie just looks good. I love suspense flicks, especially when one mastermind villain is pitted against a regular Joe (not the plumber...). Am I too hard on actors? I mean, here I am being all picky about Denzel Washington and John Travolta only a few days after reaming Christian Bale. Should I just turn a blind eye and enjoy the show? I wish I could, but it's not in me. When I look at John Travolta, I see Vinnie Barbarino, and I saw enough of him back in the 70s. Yeah, I wasn't much of a kid. I was a smaller version of myself with a much smaller vocabulary. It should be of note that I'm just as loyal to the actors I do like, like Linus Roache. I sort of fell away from the original Law & Order, but I'll watch it now because Linus is in it. Herbert Lom is another. The man could do no wrong while he was still acting. Sharon Stone won my eternal love and devotion when I saw her kick the shit out of Ahhhnold in Total Recall. There are exceptions. Ahhhnold, for instance. I don't like him, but I love many of his movies. Total Recall is in my top ten favourites of all time. I'm rambling, aren't I? All I really wanted to say is that I think I'd like to see The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3.

Just a minute ago, I felt the most incredibly painful sting on my arm. Looking down, I spied a fire ant. I picked it up whilst outside feeding the cats. This sucks. Tomorrow, I get to mow the grass and then put environmentally unfriendly fire ant killer on the mounds. But mowing the grass is gonna be tricky because the ants have formed attack battalions and are already well-organised, which means I'll have to run, screaming, as I push the mower at turbo speed, hoping that I out-trot the armies of killer fire ants hot on my pathetic heels. And people wonder why I call this place the Armpit of Hell. Wonder no more!

It looks to be a bit of a sleepless night tonight. Already almost 10 PM and still no sign of sleepiness. The body is weary, but the mind just rolls on. Goddess help me! If I have Fatal Familial Insomnia, I'm going to jump off a big tall building.

Betty White is Goddess incarnate, isn't she?
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Ink)
I don't write just fanfiction. Believe it or not, I've been writing since the age of 5. First the stories were about animals and they were naturally quite juvenile. As I got older, I began writing about people. My first people-driven story was driven by the ELO concept album Time and the characters created in this story were used in subsequent stories that led to the creation of Dannagran Dram. All that started at the age of 13. In 1988, upon meeting my soul mate, I began work on my Vampire stories. In 1990 the Vampire stories took a darker turn by the appearance of Cadmus Pariah. This actually gave me severe writer's block, because I was so afraid of this deadly character inhabiting my head. It wasn't until 1999 that the block was broken by my first encounter with fanfiction. Writing Darth Maul helped me embrace Cadmus Pariah and I began writing again. In 2005, I finished the first draft of The Chalice. In 2007, I finished the second draft. I'm almost finished with draft number three, which will be my final draft. I'm also working on the sequel, The Blood Crown. The majority of The Chalice is posted on [livejournal.com profile] chalice_novel. It's a closed group but, if your interested in reading it, you're more than welcome to join the group. Word of warning, though: the novel is written in a very poetic language, which probably means no agent will touch it to help me get it published. It's also very violent and sexual in parts. So yeah, I'm back to writing fanfiction right now, but writing fanfiction is such a gift. It allows a person to spread their wings and explore characters in such a unique and personal way. It enriches writers, in my opinion, and it helps us explore our own personal worlds with a much better perspective. /end babble

Don'tcha just insomniac incoherence? Whee!

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