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Suffice to say that I discovered James Joyce's letters to his wife Nora.
Whose idea was it to publish them?
And more importantly: how did I not know they existed earlier?

I will be back when I feel like an adult again.
(might be a while)

ps: if you dare, well, here!
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A fic meme I stole from [livejournal.com profile] fengirl88

Ok, here we go )
*sprinkles love on flist*

Anyone wants a glass of Champagne? I still have some left and I feel I have some more celebrating to do.
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Letter to Santa.

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In May I set [livejournal.com profile] perseph2hades's puppy on fire (-66 points). Last Friday I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home (-1012 points). Last Thursday I punched [livejournal.com profile] sadynax in the arm (-10 points). In February I ruled Canada as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In October I bought porn for [livejournal.com profile] crocodile_eat_u (10 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-1778 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!


Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:

Crap, Santa really DOES know everything, doesn't he?
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While in possession of a graphic tablet, way too much free time, and a warped sense of humour, I decided to fill out one of those drawing memes.

It's crazy. LONG. I've done it all in paint. It contains most inappropriate things.

(careful with the Anderson jokes)

But apart from that and general shyness at my drawing abilities, it was so FUN to draw I just have to share.


BEHIND HERE )EDIT: VICTORY IS MINE OVER THE EVIL INTERNET (at least I hope the pic FINALLY shows up properly)
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In 'A Study In Pink', Sherlock sends Lestrade a text saying: "You know where to find me. SH" right?
But that's BEFORE he moves in to 221B.

And yet, the day John moves in, here is Lestrade.
Did Sherlock text him his new address as soon as he placed the skull on the mantel?
(probably thinking it was more convenient, no doubt)

-just speculating, bear with me.
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Morning, about 0830, just about time for sunrise, I was awake so I looked up to see the sky light up and become blue, but... SURPRISE! More snow!

Small snowflakes today, but persistent little buggers, they are remaining on the ground!

So, a couple of pictures from my window, plus the curious cat.

smallish picspam )

And I'm typing away on my NaNo, not really confident I can reach the 50k goal this year, but I won't give up.
It's called stubborness, but like every good Capricorn, I will insist it's a good trait.
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Help! [livejournal.com profile] crocodile_eat_u gave me the most brilliant idea ever (so brilliant it turned off my ability to spell). To turn the Anthea/Molly fic into the first installment of "Six Sexy Adventures of a Smutty Secretary, Starring Not!Anthea".
I won't start writing it yet. (NaNo calls!!)
But I'm short one adventure so far. :(
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I have been wanting to finish writing a fic before Monday so I can start NaNoWriMo without many other things to occupy my mind.

Writing on a deadline. What does it do to me?

It creates PeriodicTable!porn.

I am still deciding whether it's a good or catastrophic thing.
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This morning I didn't hear the alarm go off, so I kept sleeping until 0900, when I woke up from a nightmare about crashing my precious netbook (with all the fics in it!). The boyfriend had agreed to come pick me up around nine to drive to his place in France. Luckily he was late (also because it was pouring cats and dogs) and I had time to wash myself and check that I hadn't forgotten... much.
So far I have thought of nothing that I might have left apart from a jar of olives, so I don't think it's going to be a big deal.

I was up late last night to continue writing the first chapter of the Lestrade/Sherlock. I couldn't go on with the smut, so I decided that just staring at the screen would get me nowhere and started writing what happens afterwards. Because I have everything clear in my mind, just... I cannot make myself write down the steamy bits.
This thing is getting long. Longer than anything I have ever written alone, right now they are 2 half chapters and the first one is about 3/4 done, and the word count is summing up to less than 100 words from 5k.
I will still have to edit some parts, but I'm going to go through it all after I'm finished jotting everything down.
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I love to read, and I read a lot... Let's see just how much! (Maybe I should have done it BEFORE writing it here..)

Bold the books you've read completely; watching the movies or cartoon doesn't count.
Italicize the ones you've read parts of.
More than seven is above average.

Here's the list! )

Also, a Shakespeare meme!!
Wee! (this is not going to be so good)

Bold the ones you've seen stage productions of, italicize the ones you've seen movies of, underline the ones you've read or listened to, and add a star to any you've performed in, done readings of or otherwise theatrically participated.

And we go alphabetically! )
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I haven't been having nice, weird, OR inspiring dreams lately. It's probably a punishment for not having finished writing down that Lestrade/Sherlock dream, I know.
But my brain still has the best ideas when I'm sleepy.

Last night, in fact, I was trying to sleep, eyes closed and thinking sleepy thoughts to battle my insomnia, when my brain flashes me a nice pr0ny shower Sherlock plot.
I mean it. Litterally steaming hot!
And of course, since my subconscious has a warped sense of humour, whenever I think Lestrade/Sherlock, he proposes John/Sherlock and viceversa.
So it's a John/Sherlock, or rather, Sherlock/John, because I can see clearly Sherlock bothering John when he's in the middle of a shower.

And I wrote it down this morning while I was having breakfast on my notepad. And this evening I copied it on the netbook.
It still needs a few tweaking here and there, some rewording and possibly some grammar and spelling correction.
So, tomorrow I will look at it again and when I'm done, post it here and on FF.net.

ACD post
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I know that NaNoWriMo is in November, and I don't know whether to partecipate or not. I've never been so prolific in writing as I've been right now, but the idea of a single, long project scares me. Terrifies me, actually. I stare at the page, counting the words, panicking. It's no good.
But then... last night I opened up a word document, without a single idea in mind, and started typing a fic for my best friend's birthday (that was the 8th, but this is not the point). When I judged that I was finished I looked up the word count. 3130 words. And without even breaking a sweat. Or much effort, the words simply rolled from my mind to my fingers and then the screen. It just took me a long time to type.
It was also the first time that something written in a single time turns out so well.
It's a RPS fic in Italian, so I doubt anyone would want to read it, and it's just a bit of ANGST for nothing, but with me it's either that or humour. And I do humour writing with her as well. So, Angst it was.

Anyway, I'm up for some calculations.
This month I've written:
1645 words in the first chapter of the Lestrade/Sherlock
896 in the second chapter
1099 in the third chapter
3130 in the fic for my friend
1279 in the MH/JW/SH
181 in the drabble
1629 in the fic with the cat
2072 in the fic about the phone

for a grand total of 11921 words so far. An average above a 1000 words a day.
Even if it isn't enough for the NaNoWriMo, it's more than half. And certainly more than what I'm used to.
I will put some effort to finish those chapters now...

J.D.Salinger post (this is fun!)
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Or how is it possible to have inspiration and not write a single word on my .docx document containing the Lestrade/Sherlock on which I'm supposed to be working on.
Last night I had the biggest inspiration! And since it was so late, I didn't want to turn the netbook on and start typing for fear of:
A. getting sidetracked,
B. making another late night

Obviously I didn't consider the discomfort of writing down on a pad, on my bed, and with a cat snuggling against my legs (he got to be comfortable, but left me little space, he's grown BIG).
I think I might have written for an hour, I completely filled four pages, and knowing myself, they will end up doubled during the passage to digital.
The problem is, my fic was supposed to be made up of two different moments. One was the first time Sherlock and Lestrade met (and how they hit it off. Possibly followed by how Lestrade cut him off for a while), the second how they got back... to whatever they were before John arrived.
The four pages want to be a third chapter in between those five years, something about their addictions, to cigarettes and to each other, how Lestrade wants to give up one and cannot without giving up the other.

Ah, it all sounds so complicated. And confusing!
I don't know. I will sleep on it.
Maybe cook on it first.

I read a while this afternoon, and got sucked into this:

I write like
Arthur Conan Doyle

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

I don't know whether to feel flattered, amused, disappointed or what else.
The coincidence is probably just that, a coincidence. But...
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Sometimes it's hard to contain my love for comments (and consquent frustration for lack thereof on my lj), but some are memorable!

To quote from some, obviously not meant for me: "you're like christmas and my birthday rolled into one!"
Ehm... honestly, believe me. That's not fun. Not even remotely better than the two separately. U_U I hate my birthday. It's so inconvenient!

Another was a masterpiece: "I misinterpreted the pairings to be Lestrade/OneFinalCIgarette, Lestrade/OneMoreCigarette, Lestrade/Sherlock"
And this already WAS my canon. Now it won't leave any room for anything else!
Lestrade, sharing a cigarette with Sherlock.
What could be any sexier?
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Today it was just the usual (without rain for a pleasant surprise!).

And since I'm always complaining like an 80-years-old...

I think I might be developing a bit of a sore throat, which isn't so good, especially since I haven't been ill since I arrived in France.
I know it's just a month, but factoring in the climate change, the different language and general bureaucracy stress caused to the average Erasmus, plus my natural inclination to adopt and nurture the slightest bug, it's nothing short of a miracle that I haven't fallen ill before!

The cat has adopted the habit of sleeping on my bed during the day and in the laundry basket at night. I don't mind, he's a clean house cat and the clothes are there to be washed and already covered in cat hairs.
Also, the contents of my wardrobe gravitate towards white and jedi-approved colours (so, not exactly colours) apart from underwear and socks, but my flatmate favours dark colours and above all black. (ah, it's like I'm living with a 19 years-old French version of myself! She even reads fanfiction! -but het- Now I feel like M. did meeting me!)
Obviously, the cat is VERY white.
He just has two stripy spots on his head and 90% of his tail.

Today at Uni we watched Chabrol's adaptation of Mme Bovary.
Not bad, but you feel every minute of the 2h30 of it.
It's for a class of General and Compared Litterature: The Adaptation of a Novel to a Film.
The Biblio/Filmography is enormous, and includes at least 4 different movie adaptations of Mme Bovary.
The upside is seeing a clip from Monthy Python and the Holy Grail in class. Used as an example of adaptation of the medieval world. (long story, really, but it's bound to draw a smile).
I just wish our professor would stop wearing his really tight-fitting shirts. You're a professor at University, not a pole dancer in a gay club.

And completely unrelated, I'm cancelling the subscription to the writer's block suggestion on LJ. Today's was offering a choice.
Would I rather be really intelligent and averagely rich or viceversa?
Really intelligent without even blinking.
And not because I already am quite smart (and absolutely NOT modest at all regarding my IQ).
But because if you are really incredibly intelligent you can become rich. Just go to a casino and count the cards at BlackJack.
I am disappointed by the stupid question.


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