New lands for the living
Dec. 22nd, 2018 03:19 pmI finally had a few moments last night to put up some Christmas lights, but this year has meant that I never had time to put up much of anything. It feels really disappointing and kind of depressing this year, but if I can I might stroll around the neighborhood and look at lights tonight. Although I was kind of fantasizing about eking out a short holiday Stucky fic, despite how pointless it feels.
The Yuletide story has had at least one big editing pass and a smaller one.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
minim_calibre was insisting that I just had to make it so it could stand as my last thing if I was hit by a bus, but I told her that a bus edit was still too much of a minimum--my ghost would be condemned to walk the earth, tortured for eternity by the missed felicitous phrasing I didn't think of in time, the typos I still didn't catch, the characterization insufficiently rendered or that was in fact an assassination. Such are the problems of an editor who fancies herself a writer and whose only fragments of quality always come in the editing passes, which is why there are usually so many of them.
Betaing is done as well, and if I could come up with any kind of treat idea for the lone requestor of Fandom X, I would write a treat, but it's like my brain has gone on lockdown. I was also telling min that I feel I've become Sadness from Inside Out, and have just flopped down on the floor and can only move from place to place by dragging. This is how I live now, or at least till Yuletide's over and then I'll be coming up with brilliant ideas left and right. (I suppose there's always New Year's Resolutions...)
The Yuletide story has had at least one big editing pass and a smaller one.
minim_calibre was insisting that I just had to make it so it could stand as my last thing if I was hit by a bus, but I told her that a bus edit was still too much of a minimum--my ghost would be condemned to walk the earth, tortured for eternity by the missed felicitous phrasing I didn't think of in time, the typos I still didn't catch, the characterization insufficiently rendered or that was in fact an assassination. Such are the problems of an editor who fancies herself a writer and whose only fragments of quality always come in the editing passes, which is why there are usually so many of them.Betaing is done as well, and if I could come up with any kind of treat idea for the lone requestor of Fandom X, I would write a treat, but it's like my brain has gone on lockdown. I was also telling min that I feel I've become Sadness from Inside Out, and have just flopped down on the floor and can only move from place to place by dragging. This is how I live now, or at least till Yuletide's over and then I'll be coming up with brilliant ideas left and right. (I suppose there's always New Year's Resolutions...)
