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clo_againI HAZ ME AN INTERNETS!!!
Oh how I've missed you internet (seriously; how do people run their lives without internet? Train times, film times, the news, the weather; how does anyone function without it all there, all the time? I mainly played a lot of Sims 2 and lived in a bubble for two weeks). The internet probably missed me less, especially considering I've done a grand total of diddly squat since I was last sitting on a sofa with my laptop open to LJ.
Well okay, I've moved a couple of hundred miles north, unpacked everything I own from boxes, bags and suitcases and crammed it into a smaller space than before, fangirled over Derren Brown a lot with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
make_a_move, whined a lot about our COMPLETE LACK OF SNOW HERE *is not bitter, really*, avoiding my parents as much as possible, watched a tennis match, ignored a tennis match, thought about a tennis match some more until it made me want to write fic... then went away and wrote an entirely different fic.
Because. You see. I got a couple of extra bookcases out of the move, which meant I got enough space to have out books I hadn't seen in years. Most of my Tamora Pierce collection was out already but Kel was at the back of the cupboard, along with the one Daine book I owned (I'd read everything but from the library, years ago). In London at New Year I bought a new set of the Immortals quartet from Forbidden Planet and then, when I was thinking how nice it'd be to see all my TP books out together for the first time ever (they take up pretty much an entire shelf of the bookcase), it occurred to me that I only owned the first two Alanna books. Which was kind of annoying. So I bought The Woman Who Rides Like A Man and Lioness Rampant before I lost my 'net, so aside from unpacking in my almost-three weeks away from LJ's procrastination, I re-read my way through Tortall backwards, from Kel to Daine to Alanna.
And then, having read Alanna in full for the first time since the first time, years and years ago - I realised a lot of things about the final book really bugged me. I didn't like Roger in my first reading of those books. I really really hated him (Roger Federer appearing on my TV as I type that is not comforting universe). On my second reading of the latter two I found that rather than hating him, I was hating not seeing his side of the story. Yeah so he's crazy but with reason and, despite the monumental stupidity of the other characters in letting him wander freely through the pages to wreak chaos, and despite similar monumental stupidity from his own minions, he's actually a pretty successful bad guy despite-or-because-of that insanity.
This is turning into that 'meta on Roger, Duke of Conté' that I'm not going to do right now because it's about time I actually read a different book. Instead, have the fic that came from venting my frustration over the total lack of exploration into Roger's side of the story during Lioness Rampant. As a side note I, uh. Realise only a few of you on my flist will have any idea what I'm rambling about but that's no excuse considering the innate awesome of Tamora Pierce and how you should all go immediately to Amazon to buy her entire library. Go, quick. Actually read the first thing I've actually written in I think over a year first, then go.
It is indeed the first thing I've written in over a year. It's the first thing I've actually finished in longer than I care to remember. So, judge away but I finished something. Clearly to be a writer all I have to do is quit my job.
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(link goes to my fic IJ)
Title: To Kill A King
Rating: G
Fandom/Pairing: Song of the Lioness quartet, specifically toward the end of Lioness Rampant. Implied Roger/Thom, implied Roger/Jonathan if you squint (don’t judge me; even Alanna says “I know you love him” in Hands of the Goddess).
Word Count: 2,903
Summary: An early morning summons to Jonathan’s room could spell ruin for Roger’s plan.
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I really want to go to bed now but the lure of shiny new internets is strong. Mmmm.
edit: I hhmmm over sleep and the internet delivers; there's piercefic community. Cue me not gettinganymuch sleep tonight then. Good thing I have chocolate.
Oh how I've missed you internet (seriously; how do people run their lives without internet? Train times, film times, the news, the weather; how does anyone function without it all there, all the time? I mainly played a lot of Sims 2 and lived in a bubble for two weeks). The internet probably missed me less, especially considering I've done a grand total of diddly squat since I was last sitting on a sofa with my laptop open to LJ.
Well okay, I've moved a couple of hundred miles north, unpacked everything I own from boxes, bags and suitcases and crammed it into a smaller space than before, fangirled over Derren Brown a lot with
make_a_move, whined a lot about our COMPLETE LACK OF SNOW HERE *is not bitter, really*, avoiding my parents as much as possible, watched a tennis match, ignored a tennis match, thought about a tennis match some more until it made me want to write fic... then went away and wrote an entirely different fic.Because. You see. I got a couple of extra bookcases out of the move, which meant I got enough space to have out books I hadn't seen in years. Most of my Tamora Pierce collection was out already but Kel was at the back of the cupboard, along with the one Daine book I owned (I'd read everything but from the library, years ago). In London at New Year I bought a new set of the Immortals quartet from Forbidden Planet and then, when I was thinking how nice it'd be to see all my TP books out together for the first time ever (they take up pretty much an entire shelf of the bookcase), it occurred to me that I only owned the first two Alanna books. Which was kind of annoying. So I bought The Woman Who Rides Like A Man and Lioness Rampant before I lost my 'net, so aside from unpacking in my almost-three weeks away from LJ's procrastination, I re-read my way through Tortall backwards, from Kel to Daine to Alanna.
And then, having read Alanna in full for the first time since the first time, years and years ago - I realised a lot of things about the final book really bugged me. I didn't like Roger in my first reading of those books. I really really hated him (Roger Federer appearing on my TV as I type that is not comforting universe). On my second reading of the latter two I found that rather than hating him, I was hating not seeing his side of the story. Yeah so he's crazy but with reason and, despite the monumental stupidity of the other characters in letting him wander freely through the pages to wreak chaos, and despite similar monumental stupidity from his own minions, he's actually a pretty successful bad guy despite-or-because-of that insanity.
This is turning into that 'meta on Roger, Duke of Conté' that I'm not going to do right now because it's about time I actually read a different book. Instead, have the fic that came from venting my frustration over the total lack of exploration into Roger's side of the story during Lioness Rampant. As a side note I, uh. Realise only a few of you on my flist will have any idea what I'm rambling about but that's no excuse considering the innate awesome of Tamora Pierce and how you should all go immediately to Amazon to buy her entire library. Go, quick. Actually read the first thing I've actually written in I think over a year first, then go.
It is indeed the first thing I've written in over a year. It's the first thing I've actually finished in longer than I care to remember. So, judge away but I finished something. Clearly to be a writer all I have to do is quit my job.
~~
(link goes to my fic IJ)
Title: To Kill A King
Rating: G
Fandom/Pairing: Song of the Lioness quartet, specifically toward the end of Lioness Rampant. Implied Roger/Thom, implied Roger/Jonathan if you squint (don’t judge me; even Alanna says “I know you love him” in Hands of the Goddess).
Word Count: 2,903
Summary: An early morning summons to Jonathan’s room could spell ruin for Roger’s plan.
~
I really want to go to bed now but the lure of shiny new internets is strong. Mmmm.
edit: I hhmmm over sleep and the internet delivers; there's piercefic community. Cue me not getting
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Date: 2009-02-06 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-06 12:10 pm (UTC)And TICKETS! *FLAILS* Damn my plans for Australia falling right in the middle of the tour. Row F is awesome, though remember to be afraid. This is Derren Bron and he's quite possibly the devil. ;-) If you disappear after May we'll know you've gone to be his gothic Victorian minion and lurk in the dusty corners of his gothic Victorian flat. ;-)
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Date: 2009-02-06 03:45 pm (UTC)I honestly would not mind being his gothic Victorian minion. I'm sure the clothes would be fabulous.
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Date: 2009-02-06 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-06 10:56 pm (UTC)I was surprised at how much of Lioness Rampant was left open to interpretation (I think I missed all the slashy hints and the backstory when I was younger, because this second time felt like a different book). There's all this stuff going on that isn't explained which is frustrating but ever-so-helpful for slash. :)
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Date: 2009-02-07 09:36 am (UTC)There's at least three people whom Roger appears to be sleeping with at any given point in Lioness Rampant - Delia, Alex, Thom, and possibly even Josiane if he decided it was a neat way of dividing her loyalty from Jonathan.