I was playing with a scene in my head while at work. I don't know if I'll ever use it, in any context, but I think I have to.
The basic premise is the MacGuffin dragged the current viewpoint character into an alternate dimension very similar to her "home" one. (Technically, her's is the AU to the main story. She didn't survive in the main line.) She thinks this is pretty cool, finds a younger brother (who was never born in her world, since she lived to grow up), has escapades, etc, etc.
Then some of "her" people come through, looking for her. And it turns out she's been there too long, and if she tried to go back, it'd kill her. She's stuck. I have this one image of them saluting each other, right before the rest go home and leave her there. Forever.
She left friends behind. Her mother is going to be told she was essentially lost in action, with no body to bury. But she's not dead. And she can't tell anyone that, and no one else will/is allowed to.
All of a sudden it hits her that she's on the other side of the looking glass for keeps. Everything she ever knew up till about a year ago is gone, beyond reclaiming.
This isn't the grief of a lost love, or a parent, or a child. This is literally her entire world. Here, her mother buried her when she was 3 days old. None of the people she knew know her. They're the same, but not.
And seeing it through her eyes, trying to craft that hollow feeling that she's alone, yeah, I had to work very hard not to start bawling at work. I couldn't exactly tell everyone I was grieving on behalf of a fictional character I created and was currently torturing.
I might not have had a job after that. :D
Of course, then there are the moments when characters get snarky and I have to try not to giggle madly at random an/or inopportune times.
Anyone else have this kind of issue?
( Stuff. )
Also, Halloween is coming!
( Dear diary ... )
Anyway. Winter apparently took exception to my plea for leniency. It's ~ -8 F here. And the furnace won't start unless we toss in a lit match or paper and hit the reset button. We need a new transformer on it, but can't afford the repair bill ATM. I could probably replace it, but I have to find the model #, schematic, and order the part. :sigh:
On the other hand, it actually makes the
Shy-light gave the OK to posting the fic, so I just need to find time to type it. And then write the other dozen or so bouncing around. (I know, only a dozen. Why am I complaining? LOL) Youngest is staying home sick today, so if I don't work (Mom is home today and can watch him), I may get it typed. We'll see.
Also: P90-X sucks and rocks at the same time! :falls over:
-21 F overnight.
Negative 21 fardling Farenheit last night!!!
That is, of course, before the wind chill dropped temps this morning to (feeling like) -30 to -40 F.
Is anyone surprised that school was canceled today? Even if the diesel didn't gel in the buses (which it might have) the possible frostbite for the kids walking to school would have done it. And there's no real hope of warming up until tomorrow, when we get snow as a trade off.
(Also, found my old copy of Crystal Singer yesterday. And remembered antepathy had said something about a multi-fandom genfic "contest" with a CS prompt. Can you tell that I had the weirdest TF/CS crossover dream thanks to that? :sigh: That one's been added to the bunny pile. I'm never getting out from under here. )
Oy. More snow last night. Only about 4" or so, but came down fast enough to close school again. So the kids had a whopping 2 days this week. And then we get a few days of below 0 temps (-14 F for a low on Sunday? Srsly, Ma Nature? ), and maybe another massive storm on Tuesday. Right now, our local forecast says snow showers, but....
I love New England. I love New England. I love New England.
In other news, still gotta get off my backside and poke Shy_light and see if she's willing to let me post the fic her pic inspired. And then write the other(s) that followed behind that one, plus the older ones...
Woke up yesterday to a lovely snow fall that barely coated the ground. Even though it kept snowing all day, it never really built up. Perfect! It was actually so cold & fluffy last night that it looked like the fake stuff you see in "winter wonderland" displays.
Woke up this morning to more snow, but this time it built up 2-3". Still light and fluffy, but, ech. Means I have to get out the shovels. Oh well, it goes quick, and I have wool socks. ^_^ At least it seems like everyone remembered how to drive in the stuff this year.
Oh, hi, Dad. Your truck's fixed? Sure, I'll drive you up. Here you are. Oh, I left my phone at home, so don't try and call me. Meet you there!
Sure, I'll grab G.'s little blue truck and meet you at his place. He's nice enough to let you borrow the big one (even if someone over there can't read a gas gauge), so the least we can do is save them a trip.
Oh, Dad? I'm speshul. I got the 4-wheel drive pickup stuck in the driveway. Well, the lawn, but I was aiming for the driveway! Oh, it doesn't have working 4WD? Whew! (Of course, the treads filled with mud and snow didn't help.) Just give me a tug (and hopefully you don't get stuck!) and I'll meet you at G.'s.
At least my husband's Yaris is light enough to push if it gets stuck. I wish we could have afforded to put snow tires on it. If we're lucky, we'll score enough in Xmas $$ to afford them, and I will insist on it. He has an hour+ commute (one way!) through the mountains and into Eastern NY.
Most of the chickens have no clue what all this white stuff that comes up to their bellies is. Of course, that's because most were born this past spring, so ... Chirpy & Elvis at least have been through 1 winter, so they know enough to eat the snow while they're all waiting for me to melt the ice in their water dishes.
I have that H&M fic that "Rock Climbing" spawned, but I'm still sitting on it. Actually "finished" it a few weeks ago. I'm not sure if I want to post it because it's more of a "snapshot" fic/drabble, with little plot movement, little character development, etc. More like I turned on the TV, this was what was playing, and then they cut to commercial/credits/end-of-season. So, waiting to see if they want to give me any more (and no, boys, we're not working this into the "Most Dangerous Game" one.) Of course, I still need to ping Shy-light and see if she minds. Eh, we'll see how it looks on the screen instead of in the notebook.
I glanced at the speedwriting prompts in my Flist this morning, and yesterday's prompt #6 jumped out at me. Of course, that was because Pearls!bunny started crying, "No, no! It's tinsel strength!" Go away, honey! If you won't hold still long enough when I have my notebook to give me scenes, then you can wait until I finish other stuff to start giving me outtakes.
Yeah, I can be easily amused.
And Pearls bunny is about to be locked in a hutch until it accepts that, as funny as it is to get Prowl, Barricade, and Jazz playing poker with the NEST crew, it ain't happening. At least, not until it gives me more of the early story and we get Jazz back on his feet. Although Zombie!Jazz would be funny at a poker game.
Humans look up to beseech God. Transformers (at least in fanon, not sure of canon) look down. How would fundies of either race see the other?
For that matter, how would human fundies deal with the (fanon) casualness of "homosexuality"?
Different track: Bayverse Sideswide was alone b/c he believed Sunny was offline. He picked a Corvette not on a whim, but because subconsciously his spark knew Sunny was still alive but in stasis lock. As a '66 Corvette. (this one is growing up and may be ready to set free after the Soundwave one)
Lost the chicken last night. Oldest son was distraught. She decided to grace us with her presence this morning, of course after he went off to his summer school/camp. Oh, and he forgot his library card and permission slip. Locked her in the chicken tractor with the rooster and chicks. Elvis is pissed at her. Really funny, because usually she's the terror, and he's the one guarding the chicks.
Instead of finishing the outline for one Transformers fic so I can start writing it and outlining it's sequel, a completely different one is running around piecemeal, and a 4th popped into my head last night while I was trying to go to sleep. That's not counting the old DBZ ones that I need to finish/rewrite. 4 years of bottled up muse do not make it any easier to write. Now instead of writers block because I can't think of anything, I've got ideas coming at me left, right, and center, and I can't focus on one long enough to write.
EDIT: Aaaaaaand, when I let Chirpy out to track her back to her nest, she slipped away while I was distracted. So the dumb cluck gets to spend another night out and hopefully not get eaten by the raccoon family up in the tree. >_< If she shows up/we find her tomorrow, she's getting locked in, and to hell with finding the nest. I'll just seed a box with a few easter eggs until she impresses on that instead. Le sigh.