i fear i have become a buttercup of winter
Mar. 8th, 2018 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brandywine28-- Okay, first of all, why didn't anyone ever tell me peppermint oil keeps mice away?? I'm serious: on the one hand, I am ecstatic not to be running a shoebox funeral parlor out of my apartment anymore, but on the other, I'm like...??? What else don't I know??
A lot, I bet.
I'm a city child! The part of the brain that's meant to store folksy wisdom and common sense home remedies and such? Mine's filled with Def Leppard lyrics and Snapple facts. I have all these weird, highly specific knowledge gaps and I'd fill them if I could, but -- how? A serious, methodical regimen of self-improvement? Meh.
-- Today I discovered that my mom pronounces the word 'Uber' as 'You-ber' -- you know, like 'YouTube', if you replaced the 'tube' with a 'brrr' -- and now all I wanna do is watch the world burn.
-- Aaaaaand I am just this second realizing I never got around to answering my MtYG feedback. Oh, my God. I'm the worst. I'd do, like, a blanket Thank You thing here on the blog, but I'm pretty sure at least half my fb'ers don't even follow me, and --
This is why I can't have nice things, isn't it?
-- Speaking of my many, many personal failings, and also fanfic, a question: What's the general consensus on editing older fics? (By "older", I mean finished and posted over a year ago and probably already read by 91% of all the people who're ever gonna, making this a true exercise in futility.) (And by "editing", I mean there's a two sentence fragment buried deep in the middle that pertains to nothing and is so clunkily cobbled together it HURTS MY SOUL.)
I get the sense this is frowned upon, but, like...how frowned upon? 'Cos this fragment -- man, I'm tellin' you. I want to send it to hell.
-- So I'm browsing in my local bookshop, standing around reading back cover summaries and not buying anything, 'cos that's how I roll, when I come across a real, physical copy of a m/m romance novel, cheesy cover art and all. (Those are rare, right? I feel like they're rare.) It bills itself as a "May/December" romance, and when I skim the first few pages I find out that the "May" of the relationship is twenty-five years old. And the "December"? Thirty-four. Thirty-four years of age. Kill me.
-- I feel bad about my lack of updates, but most of my emotions lately have been kind of...nonverbal? Like, if I thought I could get away with it, I really would just dig up that one Office gif where Steve Carrell's just yelling "nooooooooo" over and over again, and I'd post it every Monday and Thursday with no other text added. There'd be no need for any. It conveys EVERYTHING.
A lot, I bet.
I'm a city child! The part of the brain that's meant to store folksy wisdom and common sense home remedies and such? Mine's filled with Def Leppard lyrics and Snapple facts. I have all these weird, highly specific knowledge gaps and I'd fill them if I could, but -- how? A serious, methodical regimen of self-improvement? Meh.
-- Today I discovered that my mom pronounces the word 'Uber' as 'You-ber' -- you know, like 'YouTube', if you replaced the 'tube' with a 'brrr' -- and now all I wanna do is watch the world burn.
-- Aaaaaand I am just this second realizing I never got around to answering my MtYG feedback. Oh, my God. I'm the worst. I'd do, like, a blanket Thank You thing here on the blog, but I'm pretty sure at least half my fb'ers don't even follow me, and --
This is why I can't have nice things, isn't it?
-- Speaking of my many, many personal failings, and also fanfic, a question: What's the general consensus on editing older fics? (By "older", I mean finished and posted over a year ago and probably already read by 91% of all the people who're ever gonna, making this a true exercise in futility.) (And by "editing", I mean there's a two sentence fragment buried deep in the middle that pertains to nothing and is so clunkily cobbled together it HURTS MY SOUL.)
I get the sense this is frowned upon, but, like...how frowned upon? 'Cos this fragment -- man, I'm tellin' you. I want to send it to hell.
-- So I'm browsing in my local bookshop, standing around reading back cover summaries and not buying anything, 'cos that's how I roll, when I come across a real, physical copy of a m/m romance novel, cheesy cover art and all. (Those are rare, right? I feel like they're rare.) It bills itself as a "May/December" romance, and when I skim the first few pages I find out that the "May" of the relationship is twenty-five years old. And the "December"? Thirty-four. Thirty-four years of age. Kill me.
-- I feel bad about my lack of updates, but most of my emotions lately have been kind of...nonverbal? Like, if I thought I could get away with it, I really would just dig up that one Office gif where Steve Carrell's just yelling "nooooooooo" over and over again, and I'd post it every Monday and Thursday with no other text added. There'd be no need for any. It conveys EVERYTHING.
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Date: 2018-03-08 11:45 pm (UTC)Personally, I'd say go for the edit. I probably wouldn't bother to edit one of my stories from ten years ago - more a shrug-and-whatever there - but from a year or so ago, why not? Who are these people who go around frowning at other fan writers? They should stop!
If May is 25, presumably 35 is July. December would have to be 60. Good grief.
I spend more of my time talking to the cats these days than composing DW posts, and most of the ones I compose stay in my head and don't get on to the screen. Sigh.
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Date: 2018-03-13 05:00 am (UTC)Then again, even admitting that to another living human felt stupid. Screw it. *puts on editing helmet*
If 35 is July, then 34 can only be, like, June 25th. At the latest. And now I'm torn, 'cos I truly, for maybe the first time in my life, want to write a grumpy letter to a publishing company, but I know deep down that that'd be a real December kind of move. :)
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Date: 2018-03-19 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-30 12:25 pm (UTC)