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thrillingdetectivetales) wrote2020-08-18 11:56 am
thrillingdetectivetales) wrote2020-08-18 11:56 am
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Weekly life update!
Boy howdy, have things been busy! We're gearing up to meet a deadline tonight at work so things have been pretty nuts over the last week and a half or so. I look forward to when it's finished and I can jump into the beginning of the creative process for our next project. I wasn't involved in the planning stages this last go-around, as I was still furloughed, and it's very disheartening to be responsible for effecting a creative vision you didn't have a personal hand in developing the aesthetic or vibe of at least a little bit.
In other news, I have fully unpacked my feelings vis-á-vis baby's first poetry rejection. I was really bummed out by it when I received it initially, I think because there was a secret part of me that hoped I would be the magical unicorn that just got published on their first foray out into the wider literary world. I think a lot of people have that part of themselves, and it's naïve and more than a little self-aggrandizing, but is also just endemic to the human condition. As bitter a pill as it was to swallow that that as not the case, it was also tremendously nice to be able to put that part of myself to bed. I'm feeling more pragmatic about the whole publication hurdle now, and have already sent that collection of three poems off to another magazine for consideration. (I will likely be editing them, too, but I figured I might keep throwing spaghetti at the wall to go ahead and collect my 1,000 rejections while I have to energy and confidence to do so.)
Weirdly enough, it's made it easier to really dive feet-first into the original story I'm writing in the hopes of being included in the His Magical Pet anthology. I'm also tentatively dipping my toe into the market of freelance editing, just to see if I can get some further credits on that front under my belt in the interest of career-jumping in the future.
I watched Antoine Fuqua's King Arthur (2004) this weekend, because it has Mads Mikkelsen and baby Hugh Dancy in it and I wanted to see them interact while Hugh was basically in a miniskirt with his full thighs on display. Also, I loved his remake of The Magnificent Seven, which had its problems but was also an incredibly fertile writing ground for me, as my AO3 dashboard can attest. It's really a shame that King Arthur was absolutely fucking terrible top to bottom. Normally I can find at least something to like about a piece of media, but the only redeeming qualities to King Arthur—namely, the inclusion of Keira Knightly and also Hugh Dancy's bare thighs and Mads Mikkelsen's feral hair—weren't enough to save it. I'm so angry about it that I'm re-reading Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur to cope. May do a sort of legend-by-legend liveblog of it, as I keep finding it deeply hilarious in ways I didn't when I read it as a much younger person.
Blessmuccamukk for sending me this fantastic ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
history_spork review of the same, which was another on the list of "only good things about King Arthur" that didn't quite make up for having actually watched the movie through to its end, though it came close. You can expect at least some small portion of moderately researched fantasy knight fic coming for either ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hc_bingo or trope_bingo, depending. I need a fix-it at least to make having put myself out $4 and a couple of hours of my life to watch the damn film worthwhile.
Spiritual nonfiction class has ended with rather more of a whimper than a bang, but I don't mind too much. I'm happier writing fiction anyway, it seems, and whether anyone would be interested in hearing my personal perspectives on religion and spirituality or not, I don't think I'm at a point in my life where I'm willing to share them via a medium that would inevitably lead to my having to defend my positions to various and sundry parties in my life.
It's my birthday on Friday and I splurged and bought myself a gift already. Relevant backstory to the gift: I had a betta fish in college that I absolutely did wrong by. I didn't realize at the time how much care and attention they needed and I'm sure his short life was very miserable.
As such, I've been thinking for several years about remedying that with a new fish, buying it a big old tank and really doing its life up right. That urge has been really strong these past few months so I finally gave in and went this weekend and got a nice 5.5 gallon tank and a single fish to put it in it along with a bunch of living plants and substrates and whatnot. She seems really happy so far and has started changing colors, which freaked me out at first but the internet assures me is just the smol fish going from STRESSED to not-stressed and maybe even happy, which would be nice. Her name is Ophelia and she likes to play with her food, letting it float into the gentle path of the filter current and then rocket around to the corner of the tank while she chases it. It's very cute.
Less delightfully, I defaulted on an assignment for an exchange that was due this Friday, because I'm largely exhausted of running after deadlines and inspiration just wasn't striking the match head for me this week. I've come to a standstill on the "secret twin/doppelgänger" pre-Hannigram fill I started fortrope_bingo, too. Perhaps just because of fatigue but also perhaps because I'm not moving it along fast enough. If anyone wants to give roughly 6.5K of Hannibal cooking and making small talk with an original character an overall "is this shit?" read, let me know and I'll link you to it. I'm going to take some time to write orig fic this week rather than beating it about the head and shoulders until it starts to flow again, methinks.
Last but certainly not least, the Coyotes got themselves handily spanked in their playoff game last night, which certainly hasn't been helping with the overall stress or fatigue. 7-1 loss, which is beyond embarrassing and sinking rapidly into downright shameful nay soul-destroying. I don't mind losing but I'd like to at least do it with some dignity. Darcy Kuemper can only do so much, and I can't really fault him for having a bad night when he's been basically carrying the team on his back all season. It would be great if the rest of the fellas could step up sometime soon, at least give us another game on the season before we limp our way back to the Valley.
Anyway, I hope all is well in everyone else's lives. It sounds, from the lurking I've been doing, that everyone is mostly okay if not great, and I'm here to help with the latter in any way I can if y'all need anything.
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In other news, I have fully unpacked my feelings vis-á-vis baby's first poetry rejection. I was really bummed out by it when I received it initially, I think because there was a secret part of me that hoped I would be the magical unicorn that just got published on their first foray out into the wider literary world. I think a lot of people have that part of themselves, and it's naïve and more than a little self-aggrandizing, but is also just endemic to the human condition. As bitter a pill as it was to swallow that that as not the case, it was also tremendously nice to be able to put that part of myself to bed. I'm feeling more pragmatic about the whole publication hurdle now, and have already sent that collection of three poems off to another magazine for consideration. (I will likely be editing them, too, but I figured I might keep throwing spaghetti at the wall to go ahead and collect my 1,000 rejections while I have to energy and confidence to do so.)
Weirdly enough, it's made it easier to really dive feet-first into the original story I'm writing in the hopes of being included in the His Magical Pet anthology. I'm also tentatively dipping my toe into the market of freelance editing, just to see if I can get some further credits on that front under my belt in the interest of career-jumping in the future.
I watched Antoine Fuqua's King Arthur (2004) this weekend, because it has Mads Mikkelsen and baby Hugh Dancy in it and I wanted to see them interact while Hugh was basically in a miniskirt with his full thighs on display. Also, I loved his remake of The Magnificent Seven, which had its problems but was also an incredibly fertile writing ground for me, as my AO3 dashboard can attest. It's really a shame that King Arthur was absolutely fucking terrible top to bottom. Normally I can find at least something to like about a piece of media, but the only redeeming qualities to King Arthur—namely, the inclusion of Keira Knightly and also Hugh Dancy's bare thighs and Mads Mikkelsen's feral hair—weren't enough to save it. I'm so angry about it that I'm re-reading Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur to cope. May do a sort of legend-by-legend liveblog of it, as I keep finding it deeply hilarious in ways I didn't when I read it as a much younger person.
Bless
muccamukk for sending me this fantastic history_spork review of the same, which was another on the list of "only good things about King Arthur" that didn't quite make up for having actually watched the movie through to its end, though it came close. You can expect at least some small portion of moderately researched fantasy knight fic coming for either hc_bingo or trope_bingo, depending. I need a fix-it at least to make having put myself out $4 and a couple of hours of my life to watch the damn film worthwhile.Spiritual nonfiction class has ended with rather more of a whimper than a bang, but I don't mind too much. I'm happier writing fiction anyway, it seems, and whether anyone would be interested in hearing my personal perspectives on religion and spirituality or not, I don't think I'm at a point in my life where I'm willing to share them via a medium that would inevitably lead to my having to defend my positions to various and sundry parties in my life.
It's my birthday on Friday and I splurged and bought myself a gift already. Relevant backstory to the gift: I had a betta fish in college that I absolutely did wrong by. I didn't realize at the time how much care and attention they needed and I'm sure his short life was very miserable.
As such, I've been thinking for several years about remedying that with a new fish, buying it a big old tank and really doing its life up right. That urge has been really strong these past few months so I finally gave in and went this weekend and got a nice 5.5 gallon tank and a single fish to put it in it along with a bunch of living plants and substrates and whatnot. She seems really happy so far and has started changing colors, which freaked me out at first but the internet assures me is just the smol fish going from STRESSED to not-stressed and maybe even happy, which would be nice. Her name is Ophelia and she likes to play with her food, letting it float into the gentle path of the filter current and then rocket around to the corner of the tank while she chases it. It's very cute.
Less delightfully, I defaulted on an assignment for an exchange that was due this Friday, because I'm largely exhausted of running after deadlines and inspiration just wasn't striking the match head for me this week. I've come to a standstill on the "secret twin/doppelgänger" pre-Hannigram fill I started for
trope_bingo, too. Perhaps just because of fatigue but also perhaps because I'm not moving it along fast enough. If anyone wants to give roughly 6.5K of Hannibal cooking and making small talk with an original character an overall "is this shit?" read, let me know and I'll link you to it. I'm going to take some time to write orig fic this week rather than beating it about the head and shoulders until it starts to flow again, methinks.Last but certainly not least, the Coyotes got themselves handily spanked in their playoff game last night, which certainly hasn't been helping with the overall stress or fatigue. 7-1 loss, which is beyond embarrassing and sinking rapidly into downright shameful nay soul-destroying. I don't mind losing but I'd like to at least do it with some dignity. Darcy Kuemper can only do so much, and I can't really fault him for having a bad night when he's been basically carrying the team on his back all season. It would be great if the rest of the fellas could step up sometime soon, at least give us another game on the season before we limp our way back to the Valley.
Anyway, I hope all is well in everyone else's lives. It sounds, from the lurking I've been doing, that everyone is mostly okay if not great, and I'm here to help with the latter in any way I can if y'all need anything.
<3333