Fangirlin' It

So, that fic idea I had, the non-crack wing!fic?  Yeah, I've already got 8 pages of notes/story.  Single-space, 12-pt. font pages.  It's the most writing I've done in possibly a year or more.  And I'm still enjoying it.  Yay!  It may not ever see the light of day except on my hard drive, but at least I know I can write it.

It's going in a vaguely linear manner so far, and I've got bits of conversation in with the narrative/note style so far--mostly, it's just stream-of-consciousness, so I'm not even bothering to fix tenses or put most of it in a form other than 'I think this is what would happen' or 'I want to deal with this idea for these reasons'.  I'm trying to make myself actually name the OCs and plot out some of the narration/conversations in story style, but mostly I just want the ideas on the screen.  And I'm having fun making shit up when canon doesn't provide (or I'm too lazy to search five seasons of transcripts for something that might be mentioned in passing once).  Especially since I just sort of decided to use canon more as a guide than a set of rules ;)

Back to writing!

More GIMP stuff.
Posterised:

I like to think I've gotten fairly decent at manipulating layers, masks, and colours.

In completely unrelated news, I (might) be working on SGA fic.  On non-cracky wing!fic.  It might even have aspirations of becoming a novel-sized work.  There are notes, so I consider that to be a good start.

I have committed poetry again. It's sort of a relief, because it's the first time in quite a while that I've even had the urge to write, probably over a year.

dark leather stained warm cherry

smoothly embossed knotwork surrounding thin twists and wisps of dragon

slipknot cord uniting the covers tying together disparate words

inside laid out in coloured ink flowing

liquidly from fine tips onto

clean cottony pages held in

with careful red stitches can my thoughts live up to this is it too pretentious for the everyday the only words I can squeeze out any more

it deserves elegant lines to match its own

should record well-turned phrases that look

good on unlined white and subtly proclaim the

creativity and intelligence and skill of the writer

Man, I meant to put this up about two years ago.  Oops?

Final version.

Leaving
I have never been able to leave when it matters--
--not you; not you, and never this place.

I stood dying in place my whole life,
stood behind you for all these years
     (I) stood behind the cracked counter in that
          smoky bar
     catching tips and possessive leers
     (I) stood behind the weathered, grey drying line
          full of your
     undershirts and my dustrags
and then when I sprinted after you,
all the while thinking I was leading in this race of
Cartesian proportions,
I learned that our years contained only me,
and that you
have always stood outside them, outside us.

So now here you are, falling
away from me again:
I falter, stand staring at your finely-
chiselled name,
And I want to ask you for the years
back, but I don't know how.

Well, I'm slightly happier with this version of 'Leaving', but not completely. I think it still needs a transitional image/emotion between the second and third stanzas.

Leaving

I have never been able to leave when it 
matters--
   --not you; not you, and never this place.

I stood dying in place my whole life, 
stood behind you for all these years
   I stood behind the scarred counter in that smoky bar
   catching tips and lustful glances
   I stood behind the weathered grey drying line full of your 
   undershirts and my dust rags
and then when I sprinted after you,
all the while thinking I was leading in this race of 
circular logic,
I learned that our years contained only me,
and that you
have always stood outside them, outside us.

So now here you are, falling
away from me again:
I falter, stand staring at your finely-
chiseled name,
And I want to ask you for the years
back, but I don't know how.