Entries tagged with wip: parallel

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Brief WIP crisis. It'll pass.

Parallel is such a mess!!! Why???

*slaps self for gratuitous overuse of punctuation marks*

I just gave myself a heart attack by opening a file and finding nothing in it. And I thought, "That's cool, it's somewhere else." Googled my desktop. And found only deleted files with the phrase I chose to search.

Shrieked, cried, contemplated typing it all back up from the crappy dog-eared print-outs with hand-written notation in ten different colours that I carry everywhere.

Remembered that I moved it to my laptop. Emailed it back to my desktop.

Printed out a new hard copy just to be on the safe side.

Tried to transfer over some of the more important notation. Gave up when I couldn't understand my own shorthand.

Considered cutting it up, and doing an old fashioned cut and paste. Am too tired. Have school tomorrow.

Why? Why do I have school? I want to finish this damn WIP!

*sulks like a child*

I really do have to set a collection of deadlines for this. It worked so well for the L&C!AU. Let me see how busy this term's going to be, and then I need to call on the fannish collective. All you patient, patient people. Stop being so patient!

Current Mood: accomplished

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Fic - Parallel. Yes really. Truly. No more false advertising.

My mother always used to say that a poor workman blames his tools. Which now I think of it is a platitude worthy of Bo Kent. But what I've been through to get this up...

I'm staying with friends, and of course I *packed* everything remotely useful like USB cables, so when I want to print something I have to email it from my pc to theirs. Disconnecting one to connect the other... But it's too cold to work out here so I wrote this inside on my work laptop. Which only has wireless and I'm out of range so I thought okay, I'll save it to a disk. That's when I discovered that brand new laptops don't *have* floppy drives. So I walked up to the supermarket to buy a cd so I could copy it onto that and transfer it... Done, done and done.

So without further ado...

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter ten )

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Talented, generous people make ljland a joy...

It's not my birthday for a month, but it feels like it this week. :-D

The wonderful

laurab1 made me this cover for Parallel, my favourite story, but also an agonisingly slow WIP:

I'm all broken inside, but also touched and delighted.

Thank you so much Laura!

*scuttles off to work on the magnum opus*

Current Mood: drained

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Pity meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Or mock me. Your choice.

What a week! That's really all I can say.

The highlights so far...

When I merrily downloaded a couple, alright, several, episodes of Smallville without thinking to ask, in fact, what plan mine host the bill payer was on - kids ask your parents first - and the bill came and it was a thousand dollars. And I was all, oh, it's a typo, and they said, no, it's 20c a meg and you downloaded 5000 megs, and... And I had to pretend to be all nonchalant, and oh, yeah, hey, that's sweet, no worries... Because really, even more than the money it was just so incredibly embarrassing, and I felt like the stupidest person in the world, because of course adults who have *lives* and aren't addicted to stupid tv shows never download anything and therefore go for the cheapest connection with the highest excess...

Now in fact, somehow magically, I got away with it after all, because the ISP had forgotten to fix something they were meant to fix, but it doesn't change the fact that I am, in fact, the stupidest person in the world.

This news was confirmed when I was all set to respond to prodding - thank you to all who provided, though I'm afraid again my stupidity trumps your industry - and post new Parallel, and instead of the new chapters, I have a file full of deleted scenes - the bits I cut out. I have *no* idea what happened there. Can I possibly have switched the names on the files??? I never knew I was *that* stupid. This has been a real week of revelations. I'm not sure I'm safe to walk the streets.

Again, this is not quite as bad as it might be, since I have most of the printouts I was proof reading nefariously in class, but as is always the case, I'm now convinced that the last edit must have been the most brilliant thing since sliced bread. Back to the drawing board...

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WIP Update - Parallel. Late, but better that than never, right?

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter nine )

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Parallel - where, pray?

Did I say before Christmas? I meant during Christmas...

And after I called my sisters names and all...

*hangs head in shame*

Seriously. I was *so* close. I sat up till 5am on Christmas Eve, technically Christmas Day I guess, but the chapter just wasn't quite reading the way I wanted it to. And while I didn't want to go back on my word, I didn't want it to be rushed either. So it's very nearly done, and will be in another day or so.

Catch you all soon, and hope you had a great holiday.

Current Mood: exhausted

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Clex WIP Update - Parallel

So so so so so tired it's not funny. Note to self: New Zealand may seem small, but it is *far* too big to see all, or even half, of in two weeks. I did my very best to show

sparktastic the North Island, and having now put her safely on a plane, I am about ready to collapse and sleep for a year. I wish *I* was reclining in an airline seat being fed and watered and offered hot towels while movies play constantly.

Anyway. Part of my exhaustion is due to the fact that I stayed up all night editing this:

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter eight )

P.S. It occurs to me that Pete has more lines in this chapter than in his entire sojourn in Smallville...

Current Mood: stressed

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Clex WIP update

I'm shifting this out of the election coverage and into calmer waters, because I'm writing madly, fending off the blues, and there'll be more tonight or tomorrow. Much more. And I don't want to confuse people. Or myself.

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter seven )

Current Mood: sad

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Clex WIP - Parallel

I planned to post this yesterday but couldn't make myself. Still, if you *are* in the mood for fic, here it is.

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter six )

ETA: Thanks to Sparky for audiencing and handholding.

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Progress Report on Parallel for the Patient Few keeping up with it...

It's strange. Parallel was the very first piece of Smallville fanfic I ever wrote. Or more accurately, *started* to write. Friends, it's been a *long* time. And in part it's just my pedantic perfectionism, and the never ending battle to find the *precise* way to phrase an idea I see vividly in my mind... But partly I think it's the fact that the damn thing has a plot. Not just a "How can Clark convince Lex it's for real?" plot, or even a "How can Jonathan finally see the good in Lex?" plot, but a strange, mysterious journey where I don't know all the answers, and am sometimes as confused as my characters. I wrote all the high points in said plot first, as they came to me in flashes of light, which left me with all the segues and bridges to fill in later. And they aren't as much fun. And have proved infinitely harder.

Every story I've written *since*, I've written in one go, a single afternoon or frenzied late night session. And I've written from beginning to end, not jumping maniacally back and forth. Whatever happens, Parallel will always be a unique experience as far as the actual writing goes. I spent all my afternoon classes today, for example, pen in hand, editing on a hardcopy with half my mind, while answering questions about how casualties were so light in a hoplite battle with the other.

I got a lot done, despite the circumstances, and hope to post *quite a bit* over the next few days. And fear not, I am vowed and determined to finish fairly soon. WIPs should not take forever! In the meantime, though, thank you for putting up with my malingering!

Current Mood: accomplished

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Clex WIP update. Yes, again!

The end is in sight! Well, my sight. Maybe not yours... Yet. But the pace is picking up.

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter five )

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WIP update

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter four )

Current Mood: enraged

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Clex fic update

Parallel

Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

( chapter three )

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And the next installment, hot off the editing desk, before I cross the Hellespont to Troy and certain doom...

Parallel

( chapter two )

Current Mood: infuriated

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Fic for Africa. Or at least Egypt.

There's a bit of a log jam at this end of the Nile, too many boats trying to get past at once. In the interests of progress, and because people on shore are revolting against the dearth, I'm going to do something I've never done before and start posting in pieces.

First felucca through the cataract:

Parallel
Lex/Clark, futurefic, mostly R rated. A paean for Denial. "All the ways it could have gone wrong, and one way it didn't."

I should probably note here that a) I began this story quite a while ago, and b) TVNZ are a bunch of bastards, who deliberately withhold popular shows from suffering audiences. Which is a roundabout way of saying that you'll find no mention of Helen, murdered grandparents, stifled babies, etc, here. Any resemblance to the Shattered/Asylum arc is also completely coincidental, and in no way inspired by those episodes.

( chapter one )

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OTP perimeter breached...

I can no longer deny it. My one true love for Lex and Clark's... one true love... has a rival. I dreamed about them last night!

Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin are my new OTP.

And I'll just take this moment (belatedly) to thank cruisedirector for the icons she made me. Big weevils indeed!

Apropos of nothing in particular, hums innocently I really wanted to be in the navy when I was about seventeen. My distraught mother called in the big guns (my saintly and beloved Latin teacher) to talk me out of it. On such things does the world turn...

Don't despair, Lex, I still love you. I swear I'll get you out of that asylum one of these days... Not the, you know, Asylum one, the other one, the one I put you in and left you in. Sorry about that...

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I said, Young Man...

Are you listening to me???

I'm on a teaching section in an intermediate (junior high), and we had assembly yesterday, complete with the singing of "fun" songs. Everyone in the world needs a little fun right now, right? So anyway, after "Where would you be without your gumboots?" and other cringe-inducing Kiwi classics, I was horrified to hear the pianist bowl right into YMCA. The words were projected in all their glory onto the back wall, and everyone sang with gusto and in all seriousness. At first I thought it was some mean teacher having a laugh at the poor woolly minded music teacher's expense, but no, they all sang along heartily and even did the actions.

The words look even dodgier written down than they do sung, and I was standing there, an island of subtext awareness (Is it even subtext? Isn't it *text*?) in a sea of obliviousness. Until Pierre, the French exchange student (let's not hold that against him) elbowed me and whispered "I sink they are not knowing what they are saying, n'est-ce pas?" At which point I nearly wet my pants with the effort not to laugh hysterically. It was just hideous. And it got worse after, when all the kids asked me where this mythic YMCA was, and did we have one in Wellington?

Everyone else is wowing me by posting daily updates. Thereby inducing me to to break my lifelong policy of not reading WIPs. Unfortunately I'm missing a couple of bridging scenes that are stubbornly holding out. If I get even one plaintive request to continue, it might help.

( Intro to my Clex Epic )