Roxy, Mizz Rose

For the J2 writers--or RPF writers in general! Mostly for those of you who have written the characters more than once.

Do you see them as the very same people each time out, or are they different folks each time? Do you see them as the actors playing the role of whatever in your fic?

I view them differently reading them than I do writing them. I generally tend to see them as actors playing the role of whatever I'm reading at the time, unless the story is incredibly AU. Also, the better written they are, the more I see them as the RL actors playing the part of whatever--love-crossed artists/baseballs players or thing.

No real reason for asking except for being my nosyparker self. I've only written them a few times and lawks, it's much easier writing J2 or Sam/Dean than Clex. Writing a SV AU required a *lot* of work, like, why was this boy super powered or why was he not super powered. We had to be inventive as hell to get around that if he wasn't. Sam/Dean was like a walk in the park compared to that, incest and stuff aside. *koff* Plus, if you wanted a super powered Sam, that was kind of canon-compliant. *G* We'll always love good old Powers!Sam. I'm forever tucking him into a fic, hah!

I think we know by this post who's putting off writing the next chapter of OTH, ah?

I'm at 10533 words. Almost a halfway point. I'm impossibly blocked on Jensen's part. Ack! My game plan is to keep writing until I figure it out. There might be loooooooong descriptions of sidewalks and sweaters and hamburgers. *sigh*

Yeah! Another fanfic trope brought to the big medium screen! I'm looking forward to seeing what's the up! I have some opinions now, but I'll hold them to myself because I'm always, *always* wrong, lol!!



I was working on my S&D curtain fic and I somehow have ended up with 2000 words about Sam with a cold. That's it--he just has a cold. Looks like it's going to be a big old story about nothing much. I kinda like stories like that, though. ;)

*looks at icon* someday, Jensen...someday. And someday soon, my bones aren't getting any denser.

I'm so down about my BB that it's screwing up everything. I just can't feel crappy that I'm having trouble with it, no, I've got to translate that into "I'm a crappy person." I'm *not* sending this hot mess to anyone until I get some sense that it's salvageable. Though if any of you could give me an ending, that'd be great--hah.

I'm giving myself a couple of days to pull this shit together and if I don't feel like I'm going somewhere by Friday, I guess I'll drop out. I'm not a fast writer anymore--if I can't get an ending roughed out by the end of the week, I'll never have anything by May 1st. I was rolling along pretty well throughout the weekend, about 3000 words--not great, but not bad--and then it fell apart when I realized I had no idea where it was headed. Which isn't terminal if you're posting a WIP but not if you're trying to make a deadline. :(

I'm just bitching here because I need to get this out, and I can't at home. You know how they are about my hobby. Not entirely non-supportive, but they're much happier if I never mention it at all. So, I just kind of wander around all bitey-lip and swearing I'm fine because it always feels silly to get so emotional about something that's only important to me and a few folks in a faraway land who might possibly be unicorns, for all I know. *sigh* Thanks for letting me babble. I'm going to print out all the fucking ugly pages and look over them at work tomorrow. And if anyone asks me what I'm doing I'm going to straight up tell them, "Wondering how I can get these brothers to fuck each other...any ideas?"

I had a pretty good experience with the BB last year, so I'm thinking that definitely I want to do it again this year. I've been kicking around ideas in my head for a long time. I've wanted to write another part to the Lodi series, picking up after Dean picks Sam up from Stanford. I've thought about writing about what Sam did when he wasn't with Dean in the Non Timebo Mala story, but that would be more difficult because it's a more solidly AU story than Lodi, and the readers might get lost without background...also, there's this feral Sam idea I have, writing a story about Sam and Dean with a somewhat similar premise as my Clex story, The Dog.

Last year, my entry was a J2 and this year, I'd really like to write Sam/Dean. At any rate, It's going to be a rip my hair out whine endlessly on my LJ cry blood and tears and demand my friend's list take over writing while swearing never to do anything that stupid again fun kind of experience! And you get to watch me, dear my fortunate friends!

but that's just the great big fucking frustration speaking....

Let me ask you something, or, as it would sound in real life if I was talking to you, "lemmeasyoosum-in", Hunters have been hunting for some time, our particular beloved hunters have been hunting for many years...( >and here I continue with general sort of grumpines )

Say there was a story someone was writing...unh, a friend of mine yeah, that's right...and say at one point the story will touch on the fact that the characters are firemen--not a big part of the story mind you, it's mostly about people talking and not that much action at all, though one of the characters dies in the performance of duty but it's pretty much an SpN death, you know what I mean, anyway...how much research do I does my friend have to do? Not much, right, they can watch a youtube or two, right, maybe skim a wikipedia article, right?

Grrrrr! Ever have a great idea and then find out it's just a little bit outside of your abilities? Ack. I usually find that out when I'm half-way through a story so this is an improvement...even though suddenly dangling off a cliff does make for some real wild and sometimes crazily interesting fics, hah! That moment of panic when you realize that the fic's too big or too involved, but you push on anyway and hope for the best. Sometimes it's lots of fun, sometimes it just makes you weep in the shower where no one can hear you and you can blame the shampoo for red eyes. *sniff*

Okay, whine over, Imma pull up my granny panties and marshal on. There's gonna be some kind of story posting in this spot soon, damn it!! I has spoken!

93, 675 words long, started in August of last year. I'm like this O.O and like this :D and a little like this ;_;

I feel like this! Hell yeah, yitches--

Can anyone rec good Suits to me? Good meaning of course angsty as angst cakes drizzled in angst sauce and served with a side of julienned angst? Ha, sorry, it got good to me...*g* Harvey/Mike specifically, because at this point, they are all I care about. I watch it for them. Oh, and Gina because I could watch her read the phone book. The phone book. It's this big yellow book with all the phone num--never mind. Though I could totally see unrequited lust on the part of Louis, who reminds me of a woodchuck, but a completely dangerous one who has rabies.

My SpNBB is 3/4 finished, except for the finishing, kind of epiloguey part which stalled dead in the water like the Mary Celeste, empty of ideas. Why does this always happen to me? Even if I write the ending first. (i do that a lot but it doesn't really help because by the time i've stumbled to an end, most of the time my characters have hijacked the story and run with it).

Off I go to wrestle with the darn thing and then push it all aside to read that second book in the Hunger Games trilogy, wink-wink, nuge-nudge, thanks, a certain someone who loves me. ♥