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Drawing the line finish line on Ficmas this year. No large overwhelming story arcs, but managed five fics in reasonable sizes for people I don't know. It's sad that everyone is new and I don't know them. Guess that's life. No specific requests for me, guess the one requester buggered off after last years shit stories. Was proud of broadening my reach though, five fics, five different bands. Still don't see any bites on the niche fics I requested but I really didn't expect any either. That's the problem with being the only surviving member of a fandom. Probably in 1965 there were homemade fic writers or maybe in a small local circular or whatnot, but they've all by now grown up and moved on with their lives, their kids lives, and grandchildren; that long ago fantasy of long gone people maybe still stashed in a shoebox in the attic or a vague memory from their youth.
I do feel verbose after meeting someone new, well, new to me but he's been on the planet quite a while. Not overly educated but witty, humorous in a very droll way, with enough dross to really listen to hear the humor through the chaff and laugh about everything, not just what falls out of his mouth.
Hopefully going to keep the writing kick going on a few new ideas I've had outside of Rockfic, or maybe cross posted there. Found I liked playing with the John Deacon character I've got in my head. So I might send him on some solo adventures. I love Queen and always have, and Brian May is my love but I think because John is so quiet and still removed from the spotlight that he's more of a blank slate to play with these days. Anyone can log into twitter and get a sense of May or Taylor and figure them out pretty quickly, but Deacon can really be pushed by fiction into whatever he's not, because no one really knows the current him anymore. I do feel badly for the actual guy, I know he wants to be left alone and have his privacy and anonymity but since what I do is to entertain mostly myself and it will never reach him, then I can absolve most of my guilt and just go about it. That's what I say about them all anyway. They're never going to find this shit, so who cares what's floating about the gutter of the internet.
Except the one who did, but I don't anticipate being in that situation ever again and certainly won't let it get there if I get near it again.
So I'm rambling yes, but typing just feels good on the fingers and it's a good way to organize my chaotic Christmas brain. One more bunch of cookies to package up then I can get the boxes together for shipping tomorrow. Then Christmas will be truly done. I'm working Xmas eve and Christmas anyway, an not Christian and don't celebrate, but the time of year sentiment is still there as a cultural legacy.
I do feel verbose after meeting someone new, well, new to me but he's been on the planet quite a while. Not overly educated but witty, humorous in a very droll way, with enough dross to really listen to hear the humor through the chaff and laugh about everything, not just what falls out of his mouth.
Hopefully going to keep the writing kick going on a few new ideas I've had outside of Rockfic, or maybe cross posted there. Found I liked playing with the John Deacon character I've got in my head. So I might send him on some solo adventures. I love Queen and always have, and Brian May is my love but I think because John is so quiet and still removed from the spotlight that he's more of a blank slate to play with these days. Anyone can log into twitter and get a sense of May or Taylor and figure them out pretty quickly, but Deacon can really be pushed by fiction into whatever he's not, because no one really knows the current him anymore. I do feel badly for the actual guy, I know he wants to be left alone and have his privacy and anonymity but since what I do is to entertain mostly myself and it will never reach him, then I can absolve most of my guilt and just go about it. That's what I say about them all anyway. They're never going to find this shit, so who cares what's floating about the gutter of the internet.
Except the one who did, but I don't anticipate being in that situation ever again and certainly won't let it get there if I get near it again.
So I'm rambling yes, but typing just feels good on the fingers and it's a good way to organize my chaotic Christmas brain. One more bunch of cookies to package up then I can get the boxes together for shipping tomorrow. Then Christmas will be truly done. I'm working Xmas eve and Christmas anyway, an not Christian and don't celebrate, but the time of year sentiment is still there as a cultural legacy.
