speaking on the themes

I have found my erstwhile writing mojo! I mean, all right, I've written considerably more this summer than I ever write during not-summer, but by 'writing mojo' I really don't mean 'ability to drum out ~4000 words of a Cliche Bingo fic'; I mean 'ability to write a 50,000-word season project'.

This time, though, it's not a Doctor Who season, because not enough has happened recently to justify a fix-it and I would never be so mad as to attempt the Torchwood version (besides which, I understand that any number of Children of Earth fix-its are already under way). Rather, my polybigbang has quite politely morphed into an outline, an outline that is 3480 words, contains six separate parts, and seems to think that it can reasonably be a due South AU that starts during The Promise and goes all the way to Good for the Soul. (That it almost entirely skips sixteen episodes is probably somewhat comforting.) It is still, um, looking like it's going to be much closer to the 50,000-word definition of a Big Bang than a 10,000-word one. I feel like I should probably preemptively apologize to oliviacirce because I inflict everything on her and also to sionnain because she quite foolishly said she'd like a look at the F/K/V AU. I suspect myself of subconsciously wanting to cram all my Thoughts On Due South into one fic. Except for the Thoughts about how I irrationally want kidfic.

I think this means that I've completely resigned actually doing a blackout on my Cliche Bingo card, but I can still certainly complete a line (not-through-the-middle, even!) and since the whole point of a bingo card was to make myself produce a little more fic, I'm quite content with this.

Right now, though, I need to go to bed, because a second viewing of Half-Blood Prince plus 1 AM plus two solid hours of outlining pretty much mean I shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard right now.

team-building, professor

Big Bang that is the F/K/V s2 AU: 6740 words long, most of one episode remixed, maybe one third of part one (of six) completed. Times listened to Hard Core Logo soundtrack on loop: I have lost count. New Canadian Actor Bingo square filled: Bucky Haight as an unexpected tattoo artist in The Promise; I'm pretty sure I've finally stopped laughing. Maybe. At least he did not actually give Fraser a tattoo of a Candian flag with an oak leaf in the middle.

I had a horrible pounding headache earlier, probably because I was busy writing until my eyes crossed and forgot that I sometimes need to do things like eat; I have had toast and apple juice (little kid comfort food is TOTALLY VALID) and the room has decided to stop spinning. I am pretty sure the axiom about laughter being the best cure is still true, though, because I am feeling decidedly better now that I have come across Canada Does Hogwarts. It's basically one big inside joke, and possibly a little to my horror it succinctly explains my love for the C6D fandom -- I say to my horror because I now think that Callum Rennie earnestly explaining that really you are playing Quidditch against yourself is the height of humour. It also seems that I have seen exactly enough C6D stuff to get every single one of the jokes, about which I am irrationally pleased. And the room is still stable, but I am pondering the wisdom of going to bed early (rather than trying to write more, wtf self) and I cannot actually think of a graceful way to end this entry. Read the fic! It is extremely short and quite funny! Good night.