La la la denialcakes
Nov. 2nd, 2004 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwynI had a whole post finished this morning, and then the building went zworp! and all our power went out. Feh.
Anyways, all I was yammering about was how I am in denial. This afternoon I will go deposit my absentee ballot, but I truly believe that that evil, half-witted, cretinous, moronic little martinet Bush will win again with his even more evil Psycho Killer vice president, and that my vote won't matter in the long run. Not that I like Kerry that much, but I prefer scary teeth and incomprehensible speeches to staring at that despicable man's repulsive little beady eyes while he lies to this country and the world. At least I would just sort of feel bleh, as opposed to ashamed of and for my country. But I am pretty much convinced that most of middle America thinks Bush is okay, and don't mind being lied to by a craven, cheating coward.
So I take refuge in fanfic, where the worst things characters have to deal with are just First Evils and/or sleazy crime lords who like street racing. I prefer this quite a bit, in fact. To that end, I'm making progress on some fronts. I am nearly finished with Ch. 7 of Measure of a Man. It was such a relief to figure out where I needed to go to get from the mid point to the end. I was stuck trying to get my characters towards the end of the story, and finally, finally had an epiphany about it this weekend. Plus I even figured a way to get Wes and Faith together, which is ... whee!
I'm doing Buffy by day and F&F by night. Though I spent most of last night starting the death story, and got about 1,000+ words on that, and about 250 more on Ciudad de Estrellas part 3. Now, before people who hate WIPs and think they're not written fast enough go for my jugular, let me say in my defense that the death story was bleeding over into everything else, and I needed to write it down before it started to really infect my other writing. I keep thinking about it to the exclusivity of almost everything else, and unless I get the bones of it down, I won't be able to really focus well on the other things. So there. Hopefully once most of it is down, I can do more than 250 words at a time on Ciudad.
As critical of WIPs as I often am and as much as I hate myself for doing them now, I must admit, they are an impetus to finish. Before, when I got stuck and didn't know where to go or was consumed by another idea, I would abandon a piece, even if it was far along, because no one had seen it, so there was no loss. There are quite a few unfinished longer fics in the dusty drawers, and so bad as WIPs are in many ways, they do at least force me to keep trying, even when I'm stymied.
And now I have to head off to the dentist, to add to my election day joy. They feel about the same weight for me -- a choice that's no choice for governor (both candidates are especially odious), and the probability of someone I loathe and despise staring at me with his beady little weasel eyes for four more years. Fanfic, take me away!
Anyways, all I was yammering about was how I am in denial. This afternoon I will go deposit my absentee ballot, but I truly believe that that evil, half-witted, cretinous, moronic little martinet Bush will win again with his even more evil Psycho Killer vice president, and that my vote won't matter in the long run. Not that I like Kerry that much, but I prefer scary teeth and incomprehensible speeches to staring at that despicable man's repulsive little beady eyes while he lies to this country and the world. At least I would just sort of feel bleh, as opposed to ashamed of and for my country. But I am pretty much convinced that most of middle America thinks Bush is okay, and don't mind being lied to by a craven, cheating coward.
So I take refuge in fanfic, where the worst things characters have to deal with are just First Evils and/or sleazy crime lords who like street racing. I prefer this quite a bit, in fact. To that end, I'm making progress on some fronts. I am nearly finished with Ch. 7 of Measure of a Man. It was such a relief to figure out where I needed to go to get from the mid point to the end. I was stuck trying to get my characters towards the end of the story, and finally, finally had an epiphany about it this weekend. Plus I even figured a way to get Wes and Faith together, which is ... whee!
I'm doing Buffy by day and F&F by night. Though I spent most of last night starting the death story, and got about 1,000+ words on that, and about 250 more on Ciudad de Estrellas part 3. Now, before people who hate WIPs and think they're not written fast enough go for my jugular, let me say in my defense that the death story was bleeding over into everything else, and I needed to write it down before it started to really infect my other writing. I keep thinking about it to the exclusivity of almost everything else, and unless I get the bones of it down, I won't be able to really focus well on the other things. So there. Hopefully once most of it is down, I can do more than 250 words at a time on Ciudad.
As critical of WIPs as I often am and as much as I hate myself for doing them now, I must admit, they are an impetus to finish. Before, when I got stuck and didn't know where to go or was consumed by another idea, I would abandon a piece, even if it was far along, because no one had seen it, so there was no loss. There are quite a few unfinished longer fics in the dusty drawers, and so bad as WIPs are in many ways, they do at least force me to keep trying, even when I'm stymied.
And now I have to head off to the dentist, to add to my election day joy. They feel about the same weight for me -- a choice that's no choice for governor (both candidates are especially odious), and the probability of someone I loathe and despise staring at me with his beady little weasel eyes for four more years. Fanfic, take me away!
