seraphcelene: (bitches be crazy)
Oh, fandom, thou art crazy and getting crazier ...

Now, I'm going to need all ya'll to calm the fuck down, and as my co-worker likes to say, take several seats.

This is not the first time in recent months where I have read an article like this one. Canon and Fanon have been separate things just bydefinition. The soaring popularity of fannishness and the rise in social media have reduced the distance between fan and creator and the result seems to be this weird assumption and insistence by fans that the content they consume be shaped to fit what they want. In other words, they feel entitled to fan service. As a writer, I object. The content that I create, as much as I hope it will appeal to others is not written *for* others. It's what *I* want to write, largely for me. Sometimes I loose track of that, but as I have been recently reminded, it's important to remember.

Now, as a fan, I also object because giving me everything I want isn't probably what I need. My feelings may get hurt and I may be unhappy, but if what happens makes sense then I am onboard.

Social justice, shipping, and ideology: when fandom becomes a crusade, things get ugly

Creators, fans and death threats: Talking to Joss Whedon, Neil Gaiman and more on the Age of Entitlement
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Favorite new artist right now ... say hello to Banks:

And who's your favorite right now?
seraphcelene: (it mocks me)
Courtesy of [personal profile] minim: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

walking dead shane fic
twin fic
The Golden Lotus extended
girl parts
HG_Jo Kat
bunny tales
annie_jo THG

What I have learned is that I name files by fandom or pairing, ha ha, as opposed to anything that really tells me anything about what I'm trying to write. SMH.
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Holy Moly! Updating fic to AO3 is kind of a pain in my butt. However, from what I understand it may be easier to find things. At least one person has asked about ye olde archive.

It's an interesting trip down memory lane and I'm a little shocked at some of the ideas that I came up with. WTH, brain. Now if I can channel that creativity into original fic, well, then we'd really be cooking with gas.
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I am fair to middling.
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I'm sure these have probably mostly made the rounds, but because I am SO without cable and because I work like a slave and sleep in the creases, I've just peeped them out. Now, there's buzz for decades about the soon-to-be rebooted Heroes and Powerpuff Girls franchisees. Don't let that get you down, I suppose we need to learn to embrace because re-boots seem to be the word of the hour on quite a bit of media being released in the last half of this year. I tried to skirt a lot of it, but some things a girl just can't not take note of. I don't see any reason to dwell on the things that I'm not interested in, so here's a peek at a few of the things that look good for the fall!

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A fascinating article on Fandom Community, Fandom in/as Contact Zone, that I'm a little unsure what to do with. It's a great discussion about fandom community and I think the set-up is LJ vs Tumblr. Granted, by the time Tumblr really became a thing, I had disengaged from fandom due to time restraints. I visit LJ inconsistently these days and I see the activity is largely gone, transferred to some degree over to Tumblr. My challenge with Tumblr is the format. It's difficult to manage and follow conversation, so I use and visit Tumblr mostly for the purpose of perusing the pretty. Or I did, until suddenly, there's all of this fannish activity happening and I am unsure about how to engage because the format for meaningful engagement, for me, is intrinsically unfriendly. The format itself is difficult.

When I think of community and fandom, I think of the narrowness of a particular kind of contact. On LJ, people go in search of what they are looking for, but Tumblr leaves the barn doors open for people to wander in and out. Again, I'm challenged by the format so that my idea of what a fan community is struggles with the broader context that Tumblr invites for engagement and participation.

I don't know.
seraphcelene: (it mocks me)
I really want this novel thing to work out. I love writing and I have ideas for original pieces that I want to complete, but this is HARD! Okay, I know, it's supposed to be and, to be honest, the short pieces that I am most proud of are the ones that were a little more challenging to execute. STILL!

I've gotten further than I've ever gotten before on structuring a full-length piece. That is a good thing. I went through the 15 beats thing and I LOVED that exercise. I tried doing the fractal, but it feels like a lot of double work when combined with the beats, so maybe next time.

Currently, I'm working on creating the scene cards. I've estimated that I'll need at least 40 (probably closer to 50) scenes. It makes sense, but (again) the work! Ha!! I want to start writing already, but I understand that in the long run, creating the skeleton now will save me some time and angst later. Still ... itching to write. Not to mention there's a second novel idea creeping in at the edges of my brain. I'm trying to notate things and put it away until I get the Briar book completed. At least a first draft!

So, you're writing, where are you in the process? What are the biggest challenges thus far?
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Outlining has never been so much fun. Working on a long-form novel and ... long form isn't my strong point. Hell, sometimes short form isn't my strong point. /self-deprecation

I've also got a wicked Vitamin D defiencey which is apparently what has been leaving me on my ass the last few months. I'm on a 50K pill once a week for the next 12 weeks. I've taken three so far and the difference in my energy levels is pretty noticeable. Who knew ...

And that gets me back to the outlining. The Briar short that was included in All This and Love under the title "this, too, like water and memory" was intended as an exploration of this character who had been meandering through my brain for the last some odd years. It mostly didn't work, but ... well, it's out there now.

Anyway, a friend's boyfriend recommended Blake Snyder's book on screenwriting, Save the Cat. Although the book can tend towards condescension and some of the principles don't translate well to how I understand novel writing, there are a few things that have been incredibly helpful in structuring the way that I think of the story so that I can move past a short-from execution and into something longer. The 15 beats is the most crucial part of the formulation, and although I doubt that all of what I'm outlining will make it into the novel, again ... structurally it has proven very helpful.

My problem tends to be I know the beginning and I know the end, but all that stuff in the middle gets muddled and I have trouble traveling the distance from A to Z. Shorter pieces mean that I'm only writing a narrow, tightly controlled portion of the story. The beats are helping me to think of the elements that I need. The Stuff that has to Happen kind of idea. Now, Snyder is a believer in formula even though you're changing the details. I'm more of a learn the rules so that you can break them properly kind of girl. As an exercise, Save the Cat works for me at this point.

There's also the Fractal/Snowflake method that [personal profile] yhlee introduced in a post, and it's also been very helpful.

Finally, I've been reading John Dufresne's The Lie That Tells A Truth. Maybe I just needed to get to this point, but for some reason all of these sources are clicking and synthesizing. The result is that I am feeling pretty excited about the project.

It's really nice to feel excited about writing again. And to feel like I can actually do it. Of course, the proof will be in the pudding. See me diving in!

Anyone else working on original things? How's it going? What's your inspiration?
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Last one, like, for reals. I need to take a shower and go to bed. But ... dude ... one!

Vidder: MurderVampire
Song: Crazy in Love by Kadebostany (Beyonce, Fifty Shades of Grey cover)

I know loads of people think this version is romantic. I LOVE it for how creepy-stalker-weirdo it is. And although this isn't my favorite version (Sofia Karlsberg's is my fave even over Beyonce's), the vid captures all the whacked out shit this song invokes. Gorgeous. Creepy. Disturbed ... and kinda hot.

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Okay, you know I couldn't leave off without a few Buffy vids. Don't say I never gave you nothing. I really gotta go be productive now.

Vidder: jess9191
Song: We Must be Killers by Mikky Ekko

Vidder: lightningxdisaster
Song: Elastic Heart by Sia

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I am totally taken with the dark, angry destructiveness in this vid and how it lays up against those twisted ass lyrics. It's a gorgeously gendered tug-o-war between expectation, actuality, and desire.

Vidder:lightningdisastro and AlienPeach
Music: Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds

seraphcelene: (it mocks me)
Reading Save the Cat! and it's an interesting, perhaps useful, book on Screenwriting. Shorts being my form of choice, extending fiction into long form is challenging. There's a lot in the book that's helping. Right now, I'm working on the beats which involve mapping out the story events. It's been severely helpful! I may be able to get ahead of this thing yet!

ION, I am totally craving fats, specifically avocado and brie. Who knows?!
seraphcelene: (no miracles_)
Had an interview. Interview was cancelled indefinitely. I can't win for losing. Srsly. Apparently, I'm not good for much.

Bugger All

Mar. 23rd, 2015 04:09 pm
seraphcelene: (beautifully devestated)
I'm tired. Exhausted even.

CA is in the worse drought in years, a brush fire broke out today in Valencia and its supposed to hi the 90's by Thursday. WtF!

And I'm just generally tired. Trying to find corners of the day to write has proved fruitless. I can't become a better writer if I don't produce. Production requires a functioning brain cell of which i do not seem to currently have. Mostly, I think, on account of me not getting enough sleep. This is a sad state of affairs.

I am, however, reading when I can. Audiobooks have been a life saver and I am currently slogging through the apparently never-ending Outlander. It's entertaining, but there's a lot about it that I don't care for, structure-wise. Today, I leap-frogged over four discs because I'm just trying to get to the end and the story is DRAGGING! Note: when almost everything happens off-screen and gets related as an anecdote of past events, it gets bloody boring. I will, undoubtedly, leap-frog over more of the story. There are three discs to go and I only have one more hours ride to get to work tomorrow. I really can't be arsed.

Because I'm tired. And I have other things occupying my brain. Like the Sleeping Beauty-esque short that needs to be written this week if I'm to have ANY hope of submitting it for the NaNo anthology. The likelihood that it will be selected to slim, but I really just want to make the attempt at submission.
gods ...

I'm taking a nap.
seraphcelene: (it mocks me)
This isn't finished and never will be. I'll be honest about that. There were supposed to be parallels between Dorothy and Willow, and Dorothy and Buffy. I had big plans about themes of loss and addiction, etc, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah. But, yeah. Not so much. Moving on. Done and done. So, to close off 2014, here you go:

Title: The Dandelion Seed
Author: seraphcelene
A/N: Amnesty! Unfinished crossover fic: Buffy/The Wizard of Oz/Wicked.

"Was she to be taken seriously,
or was she merely a blow-away dandelion seed,
caught on the wrong side of the wind?"
- Gregory Maguire, Wicked

"Treacherous red of poppies and poison berries.
Crimson, carmine, cerise, cayenne,
safflower, scarlet, vermillion.
All the dangerous, warning, compelling, ripening,
happy, fortunate, words for red."
- Eileen Berry, The Red Poem


Here is where you are. There is love and there is hate, but there are no bluebirds. There is nothing in the stars. It was all a lie.

Miles away from where you began, this is home.

i. Poison Poppies

Dorothy's too fragile, or so the Wizard tells her. One of the palace doctors slides a needle into the brachial artery in the crook of her elbow. It's thick and hearty despite the injections.

She isn't from Oz and the poppy, poison distilled and diluted, is the only way they can get her across the void.

When she isn't jumping wormholes, Dorothy lays the poppy out in lines.


Scarecrow tells stories about concrete things: sun, wind, rain, and growing things. Sometimes he gets poetic, philosophizing about the state of potatoes, describing the dry murmuring of corn husks in the field or the mocking cackle of crows. Trapped in an opium haze, drugged so that she can retain her sanity crossing dimensions, in Dorothy's mind the stories always turn into nightmares filled with looming, laughing shadow crows that peck at her eyes.

Dorothy rolls into Brr, huddles naked against his side. His fur is sleek-soft and only half as warm as usual. A curling warmth against her side, Brr gags and heaves. The choking sound makes Dorothy's stomach twist hard and what's left in her belly begins to back up into her throat. Just as she's going to swallow and choke and maybe die, hands wedge beneath her back and wrap around her thighs turning her as the gorge rises. Convulsing, her body trapped in the rhythm of involuntarily contracting muscles, Dorothy tries to purge the magic-laced opium from her body.

Cramped and exhausted, Dorothy whispers through dry, cracked lips, "No more crows."

Scarecrow repeats softly,"No more crows."

Dorothy cries when Scarecrow begins to tell her a story about sunsets, so he tells her about sunrise instead.
Read more... )
seraphcelene: (it mocks me)

So, I got nostalgic and ambitious. It happens

I haven't written BtVS/Angel fic in AGES!! For reals. But I found myself volunteering for IWRY 2014 and ... well, here you go.

Title: Cake
Author: seraphcelene
Notes: Written for the 2014 IWRY Fic Marathon.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Sandollar, UPN, et al. I’m just taking them out for a little exercise. Some dialogue from Angel: 3.11 - Birthday, written by Mere Smith. Summary from 'The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making' by Catherynne M. Valente.
Summary: Here is where the story changes: Cordelia.

Also on AO3 here

To lose your heart is not a path for the faint and fainting. )
seraphcelene: (shit be crazy)
With Season 5 of The Walking Dead due to premiere in two weeks, I thought a re-watch of the most awesome season ever would be apropos! There's lots to see and point at on re-watch. Loads of tells and foreshadowing for how the season plays out, but I'm gonna pretend like this is the first time all over again. I will, at least, try.

30 Days Without an Accident is a study in parallels. Everything in the episode gets laid out in pairs to demonstrate different ways of being, of coping, of living, of dying. Funny that only a season ago, Andrea was dying and we watched the Governor's civilized facade erode. It's been a long haul for the group. They've taken in the surviving Woodbury people, Rick has become a farmer, Carl has grown up a little more, and Daryl is a bit of a hero. Rick with his headphones on is a great example of how they've dug in and, at least to some small degree, began to learn how to ignore the word beyond the gates. They feel safe. As Maggie later frames it, at the possibility of having a life. But, we know how these things go and I don't like the idea of speaking all that positivity into the air. Just call me superstitious.

People kill people. They still have names. )
seraphcelene: (books by gloriousbite)
Palimpsest - noun: palimpsest; plural noun: palimpsests
a manuscript or piece of writing material on which the original writing has been effaced to make room for later writing but of which traces remain.

Oleg, Ludovico, November, and Sei are four unsuspecting immigrants caught in the intricately beautiful and unseemly net of Palimpsest, a city accessible only by dreamers. Infected by other dreamers, the "passport" to Palimpsest appears mysteriously as a segment of the city's map tattooed somewhere on the body, from face to breasts to tongue. But there's a hitch, access to Palimpsest requires an intimate kind of sacrifice, and the more Palimpsest is visited, the more desperate people are to visit. Connected by the rules of Palimpsest which require all immigrants to be psychically shackled into a quarto, Valente's cast of characters negotiate the real world and the world of Palimpsest as they seek, in varying degrees, to understand the mysterious city and their place in it.

Palimpsest is a beautifully written book. I wish I liked it more. I wanted to like it, but there was a disconnect for me between the gorgeous language and the heart of what makes a story work. Palimpsest was a great concept; as Valente presented it, "Palimpsest is an urban fantasy about a city that lives on human skin, a viral city whose citizens consist of those who bear parts of the city on their flesh, and visit it in their dreams. The story follows four such people as they search for others like themselves and a way to enter the city permanently." Unfortunately, trying to find my way through the mysterious intricacies of the city elements prismed through the four different narratives was more challenging than I cared for. There isn't a lot of weight to the story. Nowhere to anchor. Palimpsest read like a lot of sound and fury at times. Noise without meaning, but the sad part is that I think there is meaning there, it's just hard to dig it out. The fractured storytelling left me disinterested over time, I ultimately didn't care very much for any of the characters or the journeys they were on. I was also disinterested in Palimpsest itself. I made it to the Part III: The Princess of Parallelograms (pg 180) before I gave up on the book. Considering that I had hit the half-way mark and my interest was steadily waning, I opted not to continue the book. I skimmed a few pages at the end, but there wasn't anything there to inspire me to try picking up the book again.

This won't be my last foray into her fiction despite my lack of success in finishing. I find Valente to be an incredible, poetic, and singular writer.


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