I hope everyone who celebrates had a happy Thanksgiving!

So an update of a sorts:

1. I failed not only at Life but also at NaNo. ;________________; Oh well. Yeah, I know it isn't over until midnight. I also know I can't write 20000 words in two hours.

2. I got a 'Very Good' on my driving lesson comments for the first time and got told to book my theory test. Any other people taking driving lessons?

( 3. Shopping )

( 4. New Moon. My thoughts. Spoilers if you care about that sort of thing )

5. So someone complained about my putting up a song on box.net so I got a 'warning' and they've deleted the file. I doubt I generated enough traffic to show up on any sort of sensor so I can only assume I offended someone's sensibilities by making something available to download. Wow. I've seen people put up entire series up for downloads and gigs of music - on fucking youtube of all things and that's been fine yet someone felt the need to complain about my sad little file. I must be a special snowflake.

( 6. My WIP list - let me show it to you )

7. Comrade Chekov! I've had a new recruit or two to his Bratva. If you're waiting on what to do next or wtf is going on give me a day or two. I'll sort something out... I think. (The Comrade give me strength. Zis is getting out of hand.)

8. I'm addicted to Lady GaGa's new album. Alejandro, Bad Romance and Telephone are my favourites. I know, I know. I will never be cool. Shut up. She is Awesome.

Thats all folks. More as and when.

The last thing I wrote was described by a few people as Mirror!Sulu/Mirror!Chekov born into the reboot universe.

Guess what I want to write now.

Mirror!Verse S/C fluff.

Talk me out of it. NOW.

To set it back to English go to your account settings and switch the language to German or 'Deustch'.

IDK apparently all the languages like to flip themselves around for variety every now and then.

When it actually does change to German, switch it back to English.

I just wanted to draw something bloodstained and angry.

Meet Comrade Wodka. (Warnings for Blood-Stained fingers and large images under the cut)

( Zorya Polunochnaya )

Next up. Comrade Cherry Blossom.

So, I stayed up until 4:30 am last night writing this stupid thing. IDEK why.

Title: When I Grow Up I'll Be A Monster
Summary: Everyone sees a kid, they don't see that he's far more dangerous than anyone knows. From this prompt over at comment_fic which proves that I am unable to write concisely.
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Pairings: Sulu/Chekov.

( I'll be a hurricane when I grow up; An ugly thunder )

Aaargh! Okay, back to what I should be doing. If I fail at life next week it's because I fail at life.

So New Moon is finally upon us. I had planned to go see it this weekend with one of my Twihard friends but luckily real life has intervened so Edward and his sparkly self have been put on hold until further notice.

However this reminds me of the time that I promised my friends that I would try and read Twilight and send them my thoughts on it. Well, I tried. I managed about five chapters. I've dug up my old emails, have a look.

If you like Twilight do not read this. You will hate me.

( Twilight. My thoughts on the first five chapters ft Tyler Durden, Tooth-Bleach and the Pussy Wagon )

That's all I read. and you can tell how much of a geek I am because of what made me stop. Not the sparkly vampire. Not the kind of abusive relationship going on. Not Bella's vapid thoughts. SCIENCE AND RESEARCH FAIL.

(Should I try and read more? Does it get better? Or do you just want to read more about Tyler Durden, Edward's addiction to tooth-bleach and the PUSSY WAGON?)

Yeah so I could be studying. Or writing my NaNoWriMo Novel-fanfic thing.

But instead I'm doing this:



( More under the cut )

Anyway I'm off to fall asleep in front of my NaNo Word document. If you can think of any other ways the Comrade might like his coffee drop me a line and I'll make it/link it.



Stop that, Pasha. Be a good boy.

ETA: chuckney made some too: Cold, bitter and able to keep me up all night

And ( Suggestions from the comments )

Hikaru-Sama is apparently sexier that you - one of the sexiest men alive as a matter of fact.

FUCK YEAH JOHN CHO!



Anyone fancy a Cho-spam tonight?

Total Words: 18,665
Words this chapter: ~7500
End in sight? Not even close.

I had to do some studying, which is a total lost cause by the way, I retained nothing. Then I had my extensive grooming rituals to get through (waxing/plucking/straightening) which again is a lost cause as I don't look any better no matter what I do. Then I watched the X Factor. (Lloyd and Jedward live to see another week. I am so happy! All the little puppies are safe!)

I am horribly stuck on a make-out scene. I had to stop, write something else, then stop that and write the nasty bits and now I'm going to bed.

What does it say about me that I can write nasty murder scenes easy but not sweet fluffy kissing scenes?

So after a not very productive afternoon where I tried to relearn everything I had forgotten about pointers, I was considering writing for a couple of hours before it was time for the X Factor. (I don't care what anyone says, or that they'll probably go out tonight - I'm backing JEDWARD!)

( IDK what it's a sign for but Imma go write some more )

I'll update this list as I go along. Anything in bold is in progress.
POV's so far -
Scene 1: Pike
Scene 2: Sulu
Scene 3: Chekov
Scene 4: Bob (Yeah he couldn't keep away)
Scene 5: Uhura
Scene 6: Spock
Scene 7: Chekov
Scene 8: Sulu

ETA I suck at kissing scenes.

But I do know what's happening in Part VI of Syndicate .

( Every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you )

Frantic question:
What do you US types call an Student/Teacher who lives in your dormitory and has to try and maintain the decorum and make sure that drunken students do not burn the building down? We used to call them Resident Tutors.

We had one for every section of the dorm/hall and an overall person in charge called the Warden.

I want to say RA (Resident... Advisor?) but am not sure.

My NaNoWriMo Project officially starts here! Woo hoo!

Warnings for angst and clichés.

Story Notes

(  Business is business and business runs in the family )

Any sort of comment or critiques are even more ♥ than usual as I need all the encouragement as I can get to be able to finish this sucker.

Phew, this took forever. But I'm over the 10,000 word mark for NaNo. Only 4/5ths to go now!

Does anyone else have this problem where characters will not follow the script?

Boys, you were supposed to go outside and meet the plot point, not act on your sexual tension. Also, he's fifteen, Hikaru. Fifteen.

(DW nothing adult happens... um... I think... you'll understand when you read it.)

I'm looking to be distracted. Ask me a question. Any question. Be as personal as you like. Ask for a top 5 list. Whatever. This has to be some sort of meme, right?

ETA:
7000+ words in and I still haven't finished Part V of Syndicate. O_o

In my preliminary outline I'd written at the end of October I hadn't planned to sync up with the events of the movie until Part VII or IX so IDEK know.

OC's in this part? Eight. All of which are recurring.

Yeah, whether I hit 50,000 words or not, there's no way I'm finishing this thing by November. FML.

ETA 2:
Wordcount widget!

Happy Bonfire Night!

Or Guy Fawkes Night if you want to be picky.

For those of you who are not sure what that is (and can't be arsed to google) then every 5th of November we Brits celebrate the foiling of the Gunpowder Plot which was a attempt to blow up Parliament by a group of Catholic rebels led by Guy Fawkes. We celebrate this with Fireworks... and by burning effigies of 'The Guy' in bonfires. While I have never seen anyone burn a guy there are always fireworks.

Anyway there is a children's rhyme along the lines of:
Remember, remember
The fifth of November
Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
I see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot

It may be longer but that's all I can remember. The first three lines of this may be some of the most effective and sinister lines in the history of everything. Ever since I was little they have never failed to raise a chill down my spine. It tells you everything you need to know but leaves out all the details. There's something about this little verse that has always stuck with me and is the reason why I picked the Fifth of November as one of the major turning points in Abysmal Bodies and why that arc/storyline is called Gunpowder, Treason and Plot.

While I had planned to start posting this story on the fifth of November (because I am a dork like that) I fail at life and so I only have a few bits and pieces. I've got so much half-written stuff that I'm going to finish all my half-done projects before I start anything new (at least that is the intention). That being said have a teeny tiny teaser:

( Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive )

Nothing to add on NaNo. I'm stuck on a transition scene. But I should be able to do some writing tonight and some more sporadically over the weekend.

PS: When did they change Never Mind the Buzzcocks from Thursday to Wednesday?

I know I said I'd stop spamming.

I lied, but just skip. It's only fic rambling.

( Writing a Novel: Still doing it wrong )

More as and when.

In my defense Syndicate Chapter 5 - Runs in the Family is on my other computer. IDK where all my memory sticks have got to. I bet my sister nicked them.

Most of those have fanfic written on them, hmmm. Oh well, at least there's no sexytiems.

So I've been doodling again. This time it's "concept" sketchs for Pasha's siblings in Abysmal Bodies.

( Horrible rough sketchings taken by a camera under the cut )

That's all I have time for folks. More as and when.

FUCK YEAH!

I SHOULD GO TO SLEEP OR DO SOME WORK BECAUSE SERIOUSLY I HAVE LIKE FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING I EVER LEARNT ABOUT PROGRAMMING AND I AM GOING TO FAIL MISERABLY IN THAT TEST TOMORROW BUT I HAVE BEEN WORKING ALL DAY AND STILL I KNOW NOTHING AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH SO I SAY FUCK THAT SHIT!

IMMA GO WRITE FOR AN HOUR! IT'S SUNDAY TOMORROW WHO CARES IF I GET UP LATE!

50000 WORDS IN 30 DAYS! I CAN DO ZAT! HELLZ YEAH!

DO SVIDINIYA MOTHERFUCKERS I'M GONNA GO WRITE!

STAY DANGEROUS BBS! ILU ALL!

*Apologies for capslock and bad wrong words.

So RL rears its ugly head.

I swear today was the first time I got out of work any earlier than 20:00. Last night I didn't leave until 21:30. I should also point out that I have a one hour commute. FML.

For those on my flist who know something I have been nervous/excited about - things are progressing.

I have to give a test on Sunday and my C++ leaves so much to be desired. I have barely had any time to study AT ALL and all that I can say for sure that I have learnt is that it is a bad idea for a destructor to throw an exception. FML.


Anyway fic updates:
Mean Ensigns: ~13,500 words. (Revised but no progress, might get some done tonight to clear my head)
London Calling-Monstrosity: ~2200 words (Just got to the interesting part and I have to stop)
Gunpowder, Treason and Plot: ~500 words (Yeah, I fail)

Like JK Rowling, I have written a teeny tiny epilogue for Abysmal Bodies for when I decide to end it. I don't know how long it will be, or when (if ever) I will run out of things to say about this universe but if/when I do the last word will be Abyss.

(Disclaimer: I reserve the right to change my mind later)

And after tonight everything will be suspended for a month. Tomorrow I have to study and the day after that, I give a test and then

IT'S TIME FOR NANOWRIMO


As you know, I will be revising/completing Syndicate for NaNoWriMo this year. In interests of fairness I will not count the ~6000 words or so that I have written before but only count the words that I write in November.

So should I -
1. Just blog about what I'm doing but not post any actual text. Once I've finished and revised everything then post it.
2. Post each part as it's completed.
3. Post what I have at the end of each week.
4. Post as I go along.

As usual my justification for this (as with everything about Syndicate is this: IT'S AN EXPERIMENT.

Contains Fic-Links and Answers to Questions that were never asked.

( Here there be Monsters )

If you have a question that is not covered you may ask it and I will try and answer.

The Abysmal Bodies: B is for Bloodsport Prompt Meme is now open.

Rules:
1. Leave a prompt and I will write you an Abysmal Bodies ficlet fic (because both prompts I have right now are turning out to be effing looong).
2. Your prompt must contain one specification that begins with the letter B.
3. Your prompt can be a simple one word prompt for eg - 'Baby'. Or it can be as detailed as you want.
4. Be as inventive as you like
5. You can leave upto five prompts.

For the A is for Abyss Meme we had:

Antimony - One time that Science failed Pasha and one time it didn't or How Comrade Chekov met the Tovarishchs
Artificial - Chekov's elder sister reflects on her siblings and how she is different to them.
Aversion - Captain Nero is a righteous man. He is out to destroy all evil, no matter what the cost.
Ablaze - Comrade Chekov doesn't have a name for this thing between them but oh, how it burns. Set during the London Calling arc.

'B is for Burlesque'. This will be a Abysmal Bodies back-story requested by chrryblssmninja at the to_boldly_rock party involving the tovarishchs. Pavel really should stop listening to Nicolai.

B is also for Beginnings and so in the time that is left before November, when Nano and Syndicate will take over my brain I will be working on the Abysmal Bodies beginning story. I've got a lot of ground to cover so wish me luck :)

This will be the last thing I post today, I promise.