charamei: First Doctor (DW1: One)
Title: First Steps (Epilogue)
Rating: PG-13
Trigger warnings: Everything but Chapter Three is clean. Chapter Three: Miscarriage/infant death. Also, severe burning and dehydration.
Genre: Babyfic! No, wait. Action/Horror.
Characters/Pairings: Snail, Flabbaduckarusa and Tagalong. Or, in adult-speak: the Doctor, Braxiatel, and the Master.
Wordcount: Chapter: 578. Fic:

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice.

Summary: There's being born, and then there's being born into a world with no adults, no clothes, no food and a terrifying alien Thing upstairs. When their Looms birth them straight into the middle of an emergency, can Our Heroes muddle through?

Beta'ed by the amazing [personal profile] in_lighter_ink and finished thanks to the brilliant people over at [community profile] writethisfanfic.

Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF

I'm bored. Are you bored? )
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Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF

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charamei: First Doctor (DW1: One)
Title: First Steps (4/5)
Rating: PG-13
Trigger warnings: Everything but Chapter Three is clean. Chapter Three: Miscarriage/infant death. Also, severe burning and dehydration.
Genre: Babyfic! No, wait. Action/Horror.
Characters/Pairings: Snail, Flabbaduckarusa and Tagalong. Or, in adult-speak: the Doctor, Braxiatel, and the Master.
Wordcount: Chapter: 9,276. Fic: 21,925
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice.

Summary: There's being born, and then there's being born into a world with no adults, no clothes, no food and a terrifying alien Thing upstairs. When their Looms birth them straight into the middle of an emergency, can Our Heroes muddle through?

Beta'ed by the amazing [personal profile] in_lighter_ink and finished thanks to the brilliant people over at [community profile] writethisfanfic.

Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF

Stop running off! )
Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF
charamei: First Doctor (DW1: One)
Title: First Steps (3/5)
Rating: PG-13
Trigger warnings: Everything but Chapter Three is clean. Chapter Three: Miscarriage/infant death. Also, severe burning and dehydration.
Genre: Babyfic! No, wait. Action/Horror.
Characters/Pairings: Snail, Flabbaduckarusa and Tagalong. Or, in adult-speak: the Doctor, Braxiatel, and the Master.
Wordcount: Chapter: 6,209. Fic: 21,925
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice.

Summary: There's being born, and then there's being born into a world with no adults, no clothes, no food and a terrifying alien Thing upstairs. When their Looms birth them straight into the middle of an emergency, can Our Heroes muddle through?

Beta'ed by the amazing [personal profile] in_lighter_ink and finished thanks to the brilliant people over at [community profile] writethisfanfic.

Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF

You're born cold, naked and hungry. And then things get worse. )

Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF
charamei: First Doctor (DW1: One)
Title: First Steps (2/5)
Rating: PG-13
Trigger warnings: Everything but Chapter Three is clean. Chapter Three: Miscarriage/infant death. Also, severe burning and dehydration.
Genre: Babyfic! No, wait. Action/Horror.
Characters/Pairings: Snail, Flabbaduckarusa and Tagalong. Or, in adult-speak: the Doctor, Braxiatel, and the Master.
Wordcount: Chapter: 3,698. Fic: 21,925
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice.

Summary: There's being born, and then there's being born into a world with no adults, no clothes, no food and a terrifying alien Thing upstairs. When their Looms birth them straight into the middle of an emergency, can Our Heroes muddle through?

Beta'ed by the amazing [personal profile] in_lighter_ink and finished thanks to the brilliant people over at [community profile] writethisfanfic.

Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF

'I don't want to be got out. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm safe here.' )

Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF
charamei: First Doctor (DW1: One)
Title: First Steps (1/5)
Rating: PG-13
Trigger warnings: Everything but Chapter Three is clean. Chapter Three: Miscarriage/infant death. Also, severe burning and dehydration.
Genre: Babyfic! No, wait. Action/Horror.
Characters/Pairings: Snail, Flabbaduckarusa and Tagalong. Or, in adult-speak: the Doctor, Braxiatel, and the Master.
Wordcount: Chapter: 2,161. Fic: 21,925
Continuity: Both uses and discards varying elements of Lungbarrow. Should stand alone, though; don't be put off if you haven't read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice.

Summary: There's being born, and then there's being born into a world with no adults, no clothes, no food and a terrifying alien Thing upstairs. When their Looms birth them straight into the middle of an emergency, can Our Heroes muddle through?

Beta'ed by the amazing [personal profile] in_lighter_ink and finished thanks to the brilliant people over at [community profile] writethisfanfic. Reviews are always appreciated; leave concrit, and I will love you forever.

Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF

Even more than there should have been someone to welcome them into the world, there should be someone here. A technician, a carer – anybody. )
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Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue | PDF
charamei: First Doctor (DW1: One)
(With apologies to Ovid and Peter Green.)

It Is Coming. )
charamei: First, find out what your hero wants. Then just follow him. (NaNoWriMo: Follow The Hero)
An interesting wording/character observation:

He's still going by the time Tagalong and Flabbaduckarusa have joined him under the indigo-violet swirls of the captive Vortex.


This was originally in a scene where the Doctor has POV. In that context, its connotations are all about freedom and Time Lords controlling things they perhaps shouldn't.

I just moved it into a scene where the Master has POV. Barely changed a word, yet it's suddenly all about power.

Words: not the only things that matter.
charamei: (NRFtW: Red grins)
Editing: I finished Chapter 3 but haven't typed it up or line edited it yet. Haven't looked at Ch4 yet. I need the file open in front of me to do that one, so I can't do it on the train. And yesterday I was playing the Sims.

Well, I say 'playing'... more like 'rebuilding a lot from scratch because the original EAxian version is unplayably buggy'. It took me a few hours, but it was totally worth it. I only need to finish the pirate keep and I'll be ready to st-

-oh, right, ROW80. Sorry.

I started writing Regan and Meredith on the train. I'm probably closing on 250 words, though I won't know until I type up.

I love these guys. After seven years, they do half my work for me: once dialogue begins, doubly so. Counting down to Meredithian explosive sarcasm in 3, 2, 1...
charamei: (NRFtW: Red grins)
My goals.

So, I'm behind on my editing as usual. I'm now on the very last scene of Chapter Three, which (a) is six pages long and (b) has spawned itself a couple of new sections, most notably that thing I spent all writing phase trying to avoid where one character telepathically observes another character having PTSD symptoms and it's like, WHAT, THERE IS NO VOCABULARY FOR THIS IN ANY HUMAN LANGUAGE, FUCK OFF.

I loathe Chapter Three.

Fortunately, I'm still on schedule, because I got all eager and did half of Week 3's task (plotting Regan and Meredith) during Week 1. I have a decent outline for the first two books and a vague one for the second two, and more importantly, I have a mostly-complete list of the characters I need to introduce in Book 1. The only problem now is arguments over tech level (Regan wants computers, Meredith wants swords; I'll leave them to duke it out) and laying out the world, which I can to some extent do as I go along.

I kinda-sorta have a series title now: Wild Angels, though I'm not too happy with it. It's a bit... romantic? In the Byronic sense, I mean.

For some reason, my brain has recently decided to start flipping out over the idea of a book being 'only' 80-100,000 words long. Taking the upper limit because it's fantasy: 400,000 words is more than enough to write this story in, but nooo, 100,000/~5000 is ONLY TWENTY CHAPTERS A BOOK and that's clearly the end of the world.

Oddest starting line jitters I've ever had.

ETA: Ding, dong, Chapter Three is dead! It needs (grr) editing, since it's been almost completely written, but heeeyyy. Just one more chapter to go and then I can post this!
charamei: (NRFtW: Red grins)

Round beginning January 3, 2011



Weeks 1 and 2: Finish editing First Steps, I mean it this time, good grief. (I'm at Chapter 3, which is the one I wrote with crippling writer's block. It shows, and wading through it is slowing me down quite a lot. Get through that and Ch4 will be plain sailing.)

Weeks 3 through 12: Plot (week 3) and write (weeks 4-12) the first half(ish) of Regan and Meredith's Book 1 at a minimum rate of 3,500 words per week. This works out to 500 words/day, but I write a lot better when I'm working in larger chunks. So.

At minimum, this should get me to 28k. If I write 500 words/day on the train and a larger chunk at weekends, I might be able to double that. But we'll see how it goes, especially during the five weeks that I'm doing the TV set design course.

Oh, yes, and I'm doing a TV set design course XD

Whoooo!

Nov. 21st, 2010 10:16 pm
charamei: (Default)

First Steps:




19159 / 19159 words. 100% done!

Begun: December 2008 (!)
Finished: November 2010.

Just in under the two year mark! Let's see if I can get it edited by Christmas... and not take two years next time. (Which, in fairness. If not for two dissertations and my parents' divorce, this one wouldn't have taken two years either.)

For my next trick, I will finish Miasma...
charamei: NaNoWriMo: The plot thickens (NaNoWriMo: The Plot Thickens)

Miasma




17380 / 50000 words. 35% done!

First Steps:




15405 / 20000 words. 77% done!

Yesterday, I completely redid my plot outline to accommodate certain epiphanies regarding the nature of the book I'm writing, and actually wrote maybe 500 words of Miasma and 1167 of First Steps.

Today, my hero barged into the king archon's office, sat down, and... recapped the plot in an epic 1,000-word speech of epicness. Which was extremely useful of him, since (a) I now know what happened in the ideal first draft of this novel up to the point I'm now at, and (b) while he was at it I got some interesting insights into his motivation and filled in a couple of remaining logic holes.

(Meanwhile, in First Steps land, wow, that 1,100 words feels good, and so does breaking the original 15k aim. I might even finish it this month!)
charamei: NaNoWriMo: Yay, quantity! (NaNoWriMo: Quantity)
A selection of notes from the original handwritten latest 1,000-ish words of First Steps:

***


"I don't know,” Flabbaduckarusa says. “The author's lost the plot again."

"Oh." Snail frowns, trying to think. "Well, I suppose you need to communicate some key information to me, then we can go and look for Tagalong. Corridor scenes, donchaknow."

"OK then."

***


[ARGH]

***


Waaaaay too adult.

...

[Dead doll]

***


Lots of decent stuff here, but it needs mixing up more: guilt WITH introspection, not after kthxbai

***


WTF

***



And that's it. The very last thing written in this notebook is 'WTF' in red ink.

So, you know.

This chapter, ugh. Hates it, precious, we does.
charamei: Mystery Science Fiction 3000: These are just random sentences, folks. (MST3K: Random sentences)
Starkle, starkle, little twink!
Nothing wrong with me, I think
Though all my jums are wordled in a jam,
I'm not as mad as thinkle peep I am...


So, I'm meant to be writing a 300-word pitch for my BBC application, using Dora and Charles (two minor characters in Chester's world). And then I need to do my creativity test, and rewrite my application according to some information I found while looking up how to pitch to the BBC.

Which is all great, but, but...

I'm at That Chapter in Atlanta Nights, you know, the randomly-generated one. And the guy who did the dramatic reading has managed what I never could and found the generator that was used to 'write' it.

I maaaaay have put Ch 2 of First Steps through it. For great lulz!

Some of it is garbage, some of it is oddly predictive of the plot to come (which is... good? I guess?), and some of it is really quite deep.

I don't think is how big it is only the realisation that they've only poke fun of him onwards.  )
charamei: Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters. (NaNoWriMo: Good Writing Day)
I keep wondering why I'm still writing First Steps. Every time I get inspired for it I seem to end up derailed by more important things (essay deadlines, family stuff, you name it), and the stubborn need to finish the damn thing has been preventing me from concentrating on anything else. Original novels aside, there's a Four/Romana oneshot - probably not more than 4-5k when finished - that's sitting on my hard drive and dying to be finished...

And yet, I can't stop writing it. It's not dead, it's just been in a couple of nasty accidents.

And today, it squeezed my hand and said my name and hauled itself off life support once more, bless its soul. [personal profile] aleas_iacta was cringing about the burns scene before I wrote it, too, the poor dear...

Next up: another gorram corridor scene, albeit a short one. Then, dead babies.

(Mental note: find a way to get the word 'pustules' in somewhere when rewriting.)

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For my own future reference, the way to turn the NumPad back on when Ubuntu's inaccessibility* feature decides to be stupid is System -> Preferences -> Keyboard -> Mouse Keys -> Uncheck the magically self-checking box called 'Pointer can be controlled using the keypad'. NO IT BLOODY WELL CAN NOT.

*Whyyyyyyyyy do I have to have accessibility mode turned on to use the language switcher? I'm not blind, deaf, arthritic, or any other form of disability, I just want to write in Greek occasionally!

ETA: It occurs to me how appropriate this icon actually is tonight. Tomorrow may very well indeed be hell.
charamei: First, find out what your hero wants. Then just follow him. (NaNoWriMo: Follow The Hero)
You.

Yeah, you, the three Time Tots hiding behind the sofa from the Thing. Come out and talk to me.

Seriously, kids. I've restarted Chapter Three four times because you can't decide who's got POV, how Tagalong escapes from his Loom, or at what precise time Snail comes back down the stairs. And just when I finally think we've got it all sorted out, you wander off and don't even bother to leave the plot behind, so I have to scramble to reconstruct it from scratch.

Flabbaduckarusa. HERBIVORES ARE IMPORTANT. Stop trying to erase the plot point, sweetie, mmkay?

Snail. Work out a way to get your necessary character development in, willya? You don't have to do it all by yourself, you know, your brother's right there.

Tagalong. I want a detailed, timestamped chart of your position relative to the Thing's, on my desk by tomorrow morning. No buts. No bloodstains. No bullying the others into doing it for you.

And you, Time Lord Dogsbody #1, come back here so the furious NPCs can exposit at you.

First Steps is over a year old now, guys. I have Chester waiting in the wings, not to mention Four and Romana hacking through the bath-house with a machete. If I have to write a sentence a day, so help me, I will finish this.

But it'll go a lot faster if y'all help.

Are we ready? Good! Let's go, then.


Who knew? Apparently there really is no problem in sci-fi that can't be solved by the addition of a smug talking computer.

(Okay, so strictly speaking it only solves Flabbaduckarusa/Braxiatel's section, but since he's the one who's been causing most of the problems, I'm happy.)
charamei: (DW: First Steps Brax)
Today represented a breakthrough in Simming, in that I managed to successfully turn the skies of Gallifrey orange. On a per-lot basis, no less, so the Earth's can be as blue as ever!

Clearly, this meant a trip to the Looming House, where (due to clock resets) it's been almost a day since these guys were created. Which means... yep... potty and bed.

And the Master, against stiff competition, stole the show. )

Plus icons, of course.

And the usual icon batch. )
charamei: (DW: First Steps Brax)
I opened up the Looming House to take a photoshoot, and ended up playing a while afterwards (hey, these guys are cute). The photoshoot pictures, like the reason for all this, are top super-secret UNIT classified for now, but...



Young Doctor: "I feel a peculiar attraction to this blue cuboid... fascinating."
Young Braxiatel: "Have you got any of the green ones? I need more green ones."
Young Master: "And then that planet will explode... boom! Boom!"
Young Doctor: "What are you doing?"
Young Master: "Drawing the second Big Bang. It's gonna be bigger than the first one, you know. Boom! Boom! BOOM!"

Just the one icon, due to a sad lack of time to procrastinate with:
charamei: Geek (DW10: Geek)
For reasons which will one day become evident, but are currently top super-secret UNIT classified, I felt it necessary to spend most of yesterday building a Gallifreyan creche in The Sims 2.

Populating it was not necessary, but one thing led to another, and... well.

Of course, the real joy of doing this sort of thing in the Sims is turning free will on and watching them act entirely in character.

Ushas spent the whole of playtime in a quiet, awkward-to-photograph corner with the science toy. As for the others... )

And then, because it was procrastinate or work, I dun made icons.

Because some of these were just crying out to be captioned. )

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