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Dying on its arse

So, the storm has come and gone and I'm washed up on the beach, tired and battered but somewhat more content. I wish I could stop sleeping all the time, but I expect I shall soon revert to the usual six hours a night.

[note to self: avoided beached whale analogies, they will only make you unhappy *g*]

I wrote last night. Or rather I opened the file at 1am when I got in from work and:

(1) removed all the smelling pistakes that had somehow wandered in and which I had previously missed (WTF is that all about? I *know* C and I can both spell, and while we have US/Brit spelling issues, there were odd duplications of letters);
(2) removed the crap which I had written and which, I think, has made me so reluctant to surrender the file because I don't want to fuck this up and
(3) reread the file.

Which took an HOUR. Damn these 190K stories.

Then I looked at the diminutive instabeta Fi sent ages ago and set about trying to give the suggested extra wallop to the beautiful end-scene that C wrote. It's a thing of loveliness; delicate, wistful and shot through with this frail hope.

It was just like getting a piece to edit by Chris McGreal, where you have to cut 750 words to a 550 slot. With most correspondents, it's child's play because a lot of them are on lineage and overwrite dreadfully and a fair few of them are not particularly good writers. But with Chris, it's bloody impossible to cut because he writes these perfect stories, in which each paragraph threads to the next. If you get the right-length slot, they're almost no work, if you have to cut, they're a bugger.

Which is a long-winded way of saying that whatever does end up getting cut (and I fear much pruning is needed) it won't be from that end scene.

I added three sentences. That and the new scene is enough, I think

Now I wonder if any bugger will read the thing. XF fandom is disappointing at the mo' and I keep wondering if what Appelsini says will come to pass there too -- lots more ghost sites and no one writing anything ambitious any more.

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Lots of ideas bubbling round in the brain, four of which I really want to get off my fat arse and write. One is the XF thing I've been talking about forever. For. Ever.

One is a Giles thing, which would have to be written before the BBC Ripper comes out but after he leaves BtVS, so it would not be jossed. It would be about a haunted house, in a very non-traditional sense, and his family and his relationship with his father. Both actual stories with plots (however lame) and thus long.

I really have no desire to write anyone else in the Buffyverse, though I don't mind reading it. However, I find the endless PWPs and focus on shagging in BtVS/AtS fic depressing and boring. I want plot or if there's no plot, I want insight and beautiful writing. Give me Yahtzee, Rheanna, JennyO...

If I want dull writing, nihilistic despair and existentialist pain without discernable form, I'll read fucking philosophy. Or Jacqueline Susann, whichever isn't out of the library at the time.

No idea where I'd post the last one of course, and who would read it, given that when one looks at ephemeral, the counts for long stories are pitifully low. Perhaps one should do as someone suggested on one list or other, and write some quick, hard fast smut hanging from the chandeliers for attention, then post your dark moody experimental fanfic War and Peace

[that last was a facetious comment, okay? *g*]

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At the moment (well, not at the moment, at the moment I'm skiving off work because the world is quiet) I'm reading "Servants of the People" by Andrew Rawnsley, which is about the first term of this present Labour government.

No! Wake up! It's interesting, honestly!

Andrew Rawnsley works here and you occasionally see him and his whipped-ice cream hair disappearing off into the lifts, or hear his fruity chortle from a distance. But damn, the man can write well about politics.

The book leaves me only with increased contempt for Blair and his cohorts -- most of whom are egocentric in the extreme.

His entire first term was a cynical exercise in spin doctoring, in which policy was subservient to polish. Every single initiative was the political equivalent of larding marzipan and icing sugar onto a stale loaf of bread and calling it madeira cake.

They are venal, prone to panic and focused on retaining power to the detriment of principled policy-making. They often give the impression that they couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery without five sub-committees, a piss-up policy "tsar" and a swishy logo and advertising campaign along the lines of "Drool Britannia: Get Drunk As A Lord With Us"

And these are the good guys. I voted for them. Three times. If only I hated the opposition less.

Perhaps I'm being hard on them. They do have merits. Their economic stewardship means that Britain's economic crash may not be as disastrous as that in other countries. Blair has an uncanny knack for taking the nation's temperature.

However. However. This thing with the war has GOT TO STOP. Gazing down the barrel of a gun here, Tone, in terms of multicultural relations at home and abroad. No one is talking about September 11 -- which is the crime on which they should be focused -- they're all talking about the fact that thousands are going to die in Afghanistan this winter.

No matter what you think of the bombing, recognise that it's not working the way the military and political planners hoped. If we're not done by the start of Ramadan (which is November 16-17 this year) then there will be serious consequences.

Trouble is, Blair likes his self-appointed role as world leader who trots off to the places that Dubya is too chickenshit to go, trying to make nice with people who see right through the charade (step forward Mr B. al-Assad esq. of Damascus).

He likes it better because he has little appetite for the detail-oriented, petty problem-fixing, difficult and complicated world of domestic politics. But it's these kinds of things that we elected him for and I want him to damned well try to fix them.

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Some of you may have heard of the infamous memo by Jo Moore, the assistant to the transport secretary, Stephen Byers, who sent out a memo on September 11 saying that it "was probably a good day" for announcements because it would bury news they didn't want any media focus on. This kind of cynicism is typical but usually better hidden.

Anyway, she has been reprimanded and now they are searching for the civil servant who leaked the document, raising the absurd possibility that the woman who wrote the memo will escape punishment and the person who was so outraged that they leaked it will be sacked. *rolls eyes*

As it happens, I heard why she wasn't sacked from a reputable source.

The 1982 Defamation Act forbids me from writing it anywhere *g*

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coffeeandink
Nov. 1st, 2001 12:23 pm (UTC)
Re: older season fic
Oh, I think it's still possible to write early season fic. I like it, in fact. JET's S2 snippet is lovely, for example. But it's not a helpful resource for people who are unhappy with later canonical developments, I think.