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 I kind of want to try writing a long isn piece with Sarah from Labyrinth as a grown up and Jareth, in which they do have some kind of relationship but it is On Her Own Terms, because I saw Labyrinth for the first time in memory recently (1) and I now watch the final scene and Chilly Down when ever I need to get through Something Difficult.

(1) My dad, whose memory I trust because we share the ridiculous elephantine conversational recapture memory with random trauma blanks, and my sister, who is similar, both inform me that I did watch Labyrinth several times as a tiny!Inigo, and possibly also as a teen!Inigo. It probably got lost because of aforementioned trauma blanks, which is why I still keep my paper diaries, because sometimes they remind me that I actually read this Vonnegut I am reading now ten years ago, and it just got eaten by my brain. 

(That or I actually made a stupid deal with the Kindly Folk as a child or teenager. We cannot rule that out, guys)
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The 2nd Annual
Complete Your Draft Contest!!

annemariewrites.livejournal.com/45428.html

I figured since there are a good few writers on my flist I'd publicise this- I'm trying to get the plan together for the draft I'm going to try and compelete. I am incredibly bad at Nano and this might get me onto track for writing before a) my course and b) NaNo.  Also there are prizes (the aim is 25,000 new words in September. Details in the link. Tell me if the link doesn't work.

I got a box this morning marked  URGENT: Educational Materials, full of amazing things for my OU course. Academic essays on Harry Potter! Course books that I want to read right now, if I didn't need sleep.


There is a meme going around about films that cheer you up. Mine are below.

15 films that cheer me up )

Also I am in London from tomorrow early afternoon to Monday late morning. If you haven't seen this before and are in London message me.
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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 09:00am on 20/01/2010 under , , ,
 A large amount of curry, some cake, the prospect of a Pride social today and new piercing and some hugs have made things better. As has the fact that [theboyinsearchofaname], a fairytale with a trans protagonist and various queer and genderqueer characters, is going well. I've now got the basics of nymph/dryad/ghilie-dhu reproduction down in notes, a Zeppelin with a green room which is full of greenery, and a dryad counselling/crisis/support service in the story itself. I'm fairly sure my lack of sleep shows, as shown by the fact that I just tried to type shoes rather than shows, but I'm enjoying this. 
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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 12:31am on 19/01/2010 under ,
Today, woke up relatively early, then late, then ridiculously late. It was okay though and when I eventually got up the world was good. Saw nurse, discovered there are no anger management programmes in Coventry, came back to [livejournal.com profile] amagiclantern 's awesome post and read amazing homophobic, bi-phobic,  wankery the Times published (I need to send an email to complain, but seriously, the ariticle broke all bounds of sense), did some washing up while mocking said article, wrote audition notice for next production, posted it, and had a bath and read some of the new William Boyd. Take current medication (four pills) go to bed to read.  Then end up going back down to check on applications. Must not get sucked back into the internet.

The last week was supposed to be productive week while we weren't rehearsing. Because of various headspace stuff that didn't happen so much, but  I did get a new story started, and now finally have started work on producing/directing Boy Number 5, and succesfully performed poetry for the first time in a while, and got a good response. I have a big slam in my head, but I'm not sure how to get it into concrete form, so I'm going to be working on that this week. 

Otherwise it will be rehearsals, stressing over rehearsals and trying to get auditions together, and then the scary production week.



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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 05:30pm on 27/10/2009 under , , ,
Right, my body and head need to stop doing downright weird things at some point before Saturday, so that I can plan NaNo. Going to do the novel I've had planned for a while, but am not quite sure of- the story of Hautdesert and it's organisational structure referencing Graves' and Frazer's theories of sacred kings/mortal gods and focusing on the Lady of Hautdesert and what exactly she is, and incorporating the sense of Hautdesert and the land around it as a non holy place, possibly related to the Waste Land but not. (You could do brilliant things with the Lord of Hautdesert as reverse fisher king). This has been in my head a good three/four years now, and the fact that it will need a lot of work will be painful, but actually getting something out might be good. It's no worse an idea than some Garner/DWJ although it will probably be more towards Spellcoats and late/adult Garner than say, more traditional DWJ/early Garner (actually given that DWJ does things with amazing unreliable POV and narrators in work aimed very, very much at children/early teens that might be unfair)

Mental and physical health stuff that is happening is not great. Saw amazing helpful nurse today who decided that it was mental health stuff combined with post viral fatigue and possible meds stuff, and that the thing I could do was to keep medical professionals informed. Which given I have had hypomania that's been bad enough to stop all the most basic interactions combined with batshit crazy stuff happening to my senses, is encouraging.. (because it wasn't being told that it was all because I was hyperventilating).

Can feel the hypomania starting again but it's in the good stage now, so I may use it to get stuff done and enjoy things, with the knowledge that I can cope when it gets bad.
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I fail at precise drabbling, as so far these are over 100 words. I think I've done all of them but Livia, I'll add her later.

For[personal profile] azdaja_dafema Canterbury Tales Narrator Slash (I'll leave you to guess the narrators)

He doesn’t know her accents are wrong and that she’s confused the gender of words, when she throws French into the conversation. He counters with the little Latin he knows, and then realises that of course she’ll know that. He thinks of talking about his son, and stops himself, this is not that kind of conversation. So he talks to her of the courts he’s attended, and complements her conversation, and looks at her jewelry and says that it’s unusual for a woman in her position, what does it mean? She answers with talk of Christ and divine love, and he wants to draw her aside and ask what it really means, who gave it to her and would she like another?

For[livejournal.com profile] amagiclantern Christabel/Blanche
She woke feeling hot breath on her neck, and long hair on her shoulder. The grey light through the window suggested early evening. She looked around. Blanche was curled around her, her head resting on her shoulder, stirring slightly. The memories came back now, Blanche’s discomfort throughout tea, her attempt to leave, and Christabel touching her shoulder lightly and finding herself caught in the others arms. Kissing away tears, stroking her skin, unpinning her hair. The normally prim woman as if in one of her own drawings, looking up at her. Blanche opened her eyes, looking panicked. Christabel smiled, squeezed her and gently began to speak as if in an incantation “Come live with me and be my love…”

For [profile] clauded_horizon Nefreti's thoughts on Hagar

She’s quiet and stern, rather than quiet and silly, as I know I appear. Nevertheless she fits with the joking and mockery better, knows when to laugh and not to ask foolish questions. I’m used to being turned away in conversation by the mameluks and imams and even Ptolemy, but not by someone like her. I’m puzzled by the authority her difference and silence gives her, in some ways it’s like what Ptolemy had before, what I’ve used to an extent. I wish she would put down her mace, and that I could hold a conversation, with her or with anybody else.

For [livejournal.com profile] athenegenia Octavian and Augustus meet

The iuvenus looks for someone familiar, his uncle, his friends and finds none. He dreads that Achilles’ utterance in the Odyssey will prove true, that he would rather be some slave than here. He doesn’t know yet. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, and how long he will stay. A grand, elderly man is striding around the crowds of souls, brighter, more solid. He sees this must be one of the gods, and both wishes and doesn’t wish for the god to turn his gaze on him. Which happens, and he realises…

For [livejournal.com profile] islandgorilla Captain Jack/Aphrodite

Jack is unnerved by someone, especially someone female, especially someone prehistoric, hitting on him within the first ten seconds of their meeting. He doesn’t quite know what to say. He garbles a few words of Carthaginian while looking at her legs. Dammit, he should be polite, be gentlemanly. Did twelfth century Carthaginians have the same idea of gender roles? He remembers they had a queen, do they have some early form of feminism. He catches her eye again and she smiles. “The wrong young man” she says “Nevertheless…” and he really hopes she’ll reach forward and touch him. Or kiss him.

For [profile] phil_richards Caligula disagrees with Jove

“How does one appear in a different form?” the god-emperor asks.

“I’m sorry?” replies the king of the Gods

“I would like to appear in a different form. To ravish maidens. How do I do that?”

“I’m afraid you’ve already done so. Appeared, that is, not ravished maidens.”

“What’s the point of being a god if I can’t?”

“You don’t seem to understand. You’re a rather minor god. A lesser god. That’s reserved for the pantheon proper. Perhaps, some day, you shall reach that. For the meantime you are confined to Olympus, and answering some mortal’s petitions.”

“I must say, I wasn’t expecting you to be… separate. And officious”.

 


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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 01:21am on 07/05/2009 under , , ,
This is more directly personal than most of my Queer Knight stuff, in that it's more about me than about an issue. But I have a play on in a rehearsed reading on Sunday. I have booked tickets for my parents. The play is apocalyptic late adolescent lesbian romance. A lot of it is based on me at sixteen or seventeen, and a friendship I had then. I have shown this play to a great many people, I have tried to show it to my parents but I am still worried about them seeing it.

I am out to both my parents. I'm out as gay/lesbian rather than queer or bisexual, because that's generally how I self define, and self definition is important, damn it. (I am moving more towards queer as a definition, because I like what I percieve as the lack of assumptions attached to it) My mother doesn't believe me, and hasn't believed me since I started going out with my boyfriend. My father appears to have forgotten I ever came out. But the play is very much focussed on female relationships and sexuality,  while being quite mild. Given the last time my mother came to see any work of mine we had a somewhat awkward conversation, as I'd quoted her in the play and we ended up pretending I hadn't, I forsee a slightly awkward conversation about it.

I am very annoyed at myself for being worried about this. I'm out, it shouldn't be an issue, and even if I wasn't (either out or queer) there'd be no problem with my writing a play with lesbian romance if it was written with a proper view of the characters as people. My parents, or for that matter my boyfriend's parents, shouldn't have an issue with it and if they do I shouldn't let them. And the play is very very tied up with who I am now, and I would like to be confident about that, and like them to see it, because I would really like them to accept me as various things ( a writer with potential, an adult and just who I am). I'm being stupid and angsty about this for various reasons, and I, as I am with mental illness, am not adopting the "well, fuck that" attitude that I believe I should.

More on the sexuality thing later. The actual parental reactions may be on the Other Blog.
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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 12:25pm on 05/05/2009 under , ,

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character /random novel/work of literature/period of history that they know I know of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (You don't have to - be nice if you did, but if not then no worries)

I will not write Harry Potter (apart from possibly Remus and Sirius). Things about which I definitely can write are The French Revolution, The late Roman republic/The Empire up to Claudius, the TV series ROME, medieval stuff, a lot of Greek and Roman myths, random character/relationship extension stuff from things of mine you've read and Dr Who. But name anything you know I've read and I'll try it.

EDIT: I will also very happily write larps character fic (or more of Christabel's poetry for anyone who likes to see it)
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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 09:28pm on 30/04/2009 under , ,
I recently wrote a short story about stealing a duck and taking it to San Francisco. The only feedback so far has been that there needs to be more of the duck. So, tell me things that one can do with a duck. On a bus, or while walking through a small town, or on a college campus.
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posted by [personal profile] thefairymelusine at 05:03pm on 28/04/2009 under , ,
My full length play, Rather More Pressing Issues, is being staged as a rehearsed reading by Arch 468 on the 10th of May, and has made me reevaluate my concept of weeks (whether they start on Sunday or Monday) for the week I would have said started on 11th of May.

If you feel like going to see it, it features, in no particular order, umbrellas,an apocalypse, bison, scripture, a madman, catatonia and German grammar. And awkwardness.
Sunday 10th May, 7pm at Arch 468 (who are at Loughborough Junction train station I believe).

I should probably plug Always So Free as well
A short play about breaking and entering. Calvados, mental illness and unrealistic expectations
Tuesday 12th May 7.30 pm, LOST Theatre One Act Festival, New End Theatre, Hampstead.
(There are three plays, and people are likely to want people to see them, so booking at
https://eticket.offwestendtheatres.co.uk/ShowDatesCombo.aspx is a good idea. It  already says that tickets are limited for the evening.
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