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How to Survive When Stuck on an Opening Drawbridge (aka, a Monday)
Or maybe this post should be titled Hey, You Survived the Weekend (which Survived the Work Week)... but that would be long, cumbersome, and probably a little confusing. Sadly, Saturday night one small drink with the folks turned into an all-night party. Unfortunately that led to Sunday, where I was actually contemplating my survival of dehydration because I couldn't keep water even down. Oh... I need to start partying with people my age again. It's always much more lethal with my parents. (Also, much more lethal when you combine chardonnay and vodka. I'll save everyone some time: DON'T.)
Sunday morning I woke up with a dry mouth, and that vague dread you have when you realize you're conscious, but in a completely different room than when you were last cognizant. After a leery stretch for the nearest internet enabled device, I discovered that I thankfully passed out before I could grace you all with my lovely, illogical drunken wisdom. It was close, though. I had apparently started a post, but never finished it. For your amusement, here's a snippet:
"...And for some reason, I thought that my f'list needed to see my wundermous crayon sketching I did while at Macaroni Grill. There's a possibility that burning desire came from the very well-mixed martini that accompanied my pasta. (Did I mention that it was a long week?)
Actually... I have no idea who it is. I think when I started I had grandiose plans to make a Samurai!JohnSheppard, because I can't seem to stop making SGA comparisons to whatever I watch. In this case, Gintama, in which I have become convinced that fanon!SGA would make the world's most awesome anime. (Sadly, I think I'm more or less sober when I have these particular thoughts.) About the time when I was ready to draw John's clothes (okay, just his shirt... I ran out of room), I chickened out, because I can't draw a kimono to save my life. So I decided to make him a pirate, even though he really didn't look that much like John Sheppard at this point. I think my attempt was to make table!art for maybe![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jadesfire2808's pirate!John, but sadly, the shirt wasn't nearly frilly enough. His hair was too... spiky for rhymer23's pirate!John... so he's the yet-to-be-written-AU pirate!John... with an earring. And spiky hair.
Or maybe he's just some other random pirate guy. With an earring. And spiky hair.
But a pirate he be! (I'm sure there are purpely stripey pants where the paper tablecloth ended.)"
...um, yeahhh. Thankfully, though, I did not press "Post" at the end of the (even longer) drunken ramblings. Small favors.
We just finished up with the rather large project here at work, so I have a little time to breathe this afternoon before we start on the next big project. I'm thinking, though, that I seriously need to carve out some time of day to work on my writing. I might have to become a morning person, or something, since that appears to be the only time of day where nothing (and no one) can really interfere and distract me.
And... um... meme?
Comment with a story I've written, and I will tell you one thing I knew, learned, or wondered about while writing the story that didn't make it onto the page.
Sunday morning I woke up with a dry mouth, and that vague dread you have when you realize you're conscious, but in a completely different room than when you were last cognizant. After a leery stretch for the nearest internet enabled device, I discovered that I thankfully passed out before I could grace you all with my lovely, illogical drunken wisdom. It was close, though. I had apparently started a post, but never finished it. For your amusement, here's a snippet:
"...And for some reason, I thought that my f'list needed to see my wundermous crayon sketching I did while at Macaroni Grill. There's a possibility that burning desire came from the very well-mixed martini that accompanied my pasta. (Did I mention that it was a long week?)
Actually... I have no idea who it is. I think when I started I had grandiose plans to make a Samurai!JohnSheppard, because I can't seem to stop making SGA comparisons to whatever I watch. In this case, Gintama, in which I have become convinced that fanon!SGA would make the world's most awesome anime. (Sadly, I think I'm more or less sober when I have these particular thoughts.) About the time when I was ready to draw John's clothes (okay, just his shirt... I ran out of room), I chickened out, because I can't draw a kimono to save my life. So I decided to make him a pirate, even though he really didn't look that much like John Sheppard at this point. I think my attempt was to make table!art for maybe
jadesfire2808's pirate!John, but sadly, the shirt wasn't nearly frilly enough. His hair was too... spiky for rhymer23's pirate!John... so he's the yet-to-be-written-AU pirate!John... with an earring. And spiky hair.Or maybe he's just some other random pirate guy. With an earring. And spiky hair.
But a pirate he be! (I'm sure there are purpely stripey pants where the paper tablecloth ended.)"
...um, yeahhh. Thankfully, though, I did not press "Post" at the end of the (even longer) drunken ramblings. Small favors.
We just finished up with the rather large project here at work, so I have a little time to breathe this afternoon before we start on the next big project. I'm thinking, though, that I seriously need to carve out some time of day to work on my writing. I might have to become a morning person, or something, since that appears to be the only time of day where nothing (and no one) can really interfere and distract me.
And... um... meme?
Comment with a story I've written, and I will tell you one thing I knew, learned, or wondered about while writing the story that didn't make it onto the page.
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(I'm going to cheat here and address all three from the meme, because I never get asked about 4B!)
I don't think I really cut anything out of that particular story mostly because I wound up including more than I thought, but let me think... I definitely learned to not start posting something, no matter how close I think I am to finishing. I was originally going to end things in the hospital, skipping a large chunk of what after Jack got shot, and explain or imply it with the final scene of Bobby giving him the toothbrush and the "tooth fairy" joke.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point-of-view, as I was thinking that scene through (and how to finish things up in the store), I realized it was going to be very difficult to fit all of those resolutions into the story (Jack's concussion/confusion over the Jerry/Abel thing, Bobby "convincing" the ones who escaped to give themselves up). It's interesting, because it almost feels like two stories to me, because the "climax" in my mind was always the point where Jack got shot, not everything after. (That would be the longest falling action EVAH.)
One thing I wondered about, a lot, and tried to research to the best of my ability is whether or not Angel could have actually been there. His intro scene in the movie made it seem like his brothers hadn't seen him since he'd gone into the Marines (they definitely would have made him shave that "afro"... if he ever had one and that wasn't some strange in-joke.) So I kind of fudged it a little so that all of them could have been there at the same time.
I also wondered a whole lot about the timing of when each kid came into Evelyn's care, so I decided at some point to kind of guesstimate that Bobby came there somewhere between the ages of 8-11, Jerry 9-12, Angel was probably a teen, maybe 13 or 14, and Jack came in around six or seven. My reasoning for why escapes me at the moment, but I think it seemed to stem from the way they acted with their memories of Evelyn, and how they acted around each other. Also, I totally wanted Jack to have been with the Mercers long enough to have a solid bond with his brothers, as well as to have recovered somewhat mentally from whatever trauma it was that still makes him shake at the table when he's an adult.
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Their ages are so hard to figure out. The movie gives clues, but it also leaves so much open to interpretation - we have a thread on the Garrett board I run about their ages and I have to go double check it whenever I write a one shot so that I can refresh my memory. I made Jack eleven when he gets to Evelyn, but I also tried not to give him "the worst childhood ever!!" like so many authors do. Seriously, his poor backstory becomes such a parody sometimes.
Oh, and I totally gave Angel an awesome hairstyle and sharp suit for his prom in one of my stories, lol.