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So from this day forwards, my non fanfic related stuff will all be over at tenet_nosce.livejournal.com. If you're a friend on this account, please add me over there too! :)
Sincerely,
allyg1990
- Mood:
happy
'One should live life like a duck:
Calm and unruffled on the surface but paddling like hell underneath!'
- Mood:
tired
1) Ephesus! An incredibly important ancient city and port, it's built almost totally from marble and features famous structures such as an ampitheatre and the Celsus library. The highlight of a trip there is almost definitely the ancient toilets!
2) The Virgin Mary's house. This is a little house converted to a chapel where she supposedly lived. There's also a special spring with four taps, the first three giving 'Health, Wealth and Wisdom' to anyone who drinks from them. Although to my knowledge it's unnamed, I like to refer to the fourth fountain as 'Love'.
3) The Bostanli Pazari. It's a pretty big bazaar that's fully functional: real people shop there, not tourists. A wide variety of clothes, household items, makeup, jewellery and food is sold there, and I love trawling for bargain graphic tees. You can even find stuff from H&M and Zara among other brands, because they sell the excess at very low prices- 10 YTL (like £3) for a sundress! On Wednesdays we get up at around 7 and catch an 8 o clock ferry across the bay where we eat simits with foil wrapped triangle cheese and drink hot, sugary Turkish tea.
4) Kemeralti. This is a 'covered bazaar' consisting of tons of permanent shops selling everything from teacups to beads to silver jewellery- pretty much wholesalers. Once or twice we've taken guests to a huge bead store called 'Ege Boncuk' for a beading lesson, and I often get silver chains and charms as birthday presents for people.
5) Esek Adasi: Donkey Island. We sometimes sail out for the weekend and spend the night anchored there. It's called Donkey Island because it's home to a protected herd of donkeys, and let me tell you, they're living pretty well. When I was younger they had a hand pump and relied on people feeding them leftovers. Now they have solar powers and a wind pump. NIiice. Anyway, it's great for swimming, and I love diving for sea urchin shells- My record is seven and a half metres without flippers! *takes a bow*
6) Sifne: Home to mud baths and hot springs, this is always a fun outing. You scoop up mud from a trough and slather it on, and after it dries you wash it off with nice hot water. Your skin goes seriously soft! Then you jump into a heated pool, and just when you thought it couldn't get any hotter there's a a jacuzzi too! (Well, at the place we go to. I can't vouch for anywhere dodgy. They might have a hole in the ground you jump into and a heated kiddy pool or something. Eeek!)
7) My house, of course. Because there's no place like home!
- Mood:
complacent
Maybe Janie (Janey?) from that awesome fictionpress story, Hiring a Hooligan. She certainly was odd enough for me to relate to. :)
...okay, the dorm room thing is only because I just watched the Heroes episode where Angela Petrelli gets attacked. You would've thought that my roommate showing me various youtube videos of Milo Ventimiglia would have changed my mindset before bedtime, but nooo. I just stayed freaked out. (And woke up at five because I was worried about my upcoming chemistry paper, but that's another story.)
- Location:my room
- Mood: tired
- Music:When We Die- Bowling for Soup
The kinds of blogs that I follow fall mainly into three main categories: Photography (because I don't own any how-to books), Writing/Publishing (because it'd be stupid to start querying one day without knowing anything about it) and FOOD.
Yes, I require food porn on a daily basis. Let's just say that I'm in a situation where I don't often get good food, and sites like Pioneer Woman help to get my drooling self through to the next time I see my mother.
PHOTOGRAPHY:
Digital Photography School
Yanik's Photo School
WRITING/PUBLISHING:
Editorial Ass
Editorial Anonymous
Book Ends LLC
Guide to Literary Agents
Jackie Kessler- Cat and Mouse
Pub Rants
Mysterious Matters
The Intern
The League of Reluctant Adults
The Anonymati
Janet Reid
FOOD RELATED:
Pioneer Woman (this woman posts amazing step by step recipes accompanied by photos. Go look. And drool.)
Bakerella (Cupcakes? Popsicles? She's got 'em all!)
(And yup, you guessed it- I'm still tired. And hungry.)
- Mood: tired
...I must really need some sleep.
- Mood: tired
You may have noticed that my page has changed color. Or not. Because I don't think anyone actually reads this. Meh. Anyways, the change of color does kind of reflect my change of mood. I'm feeling mellow at the moment, maybe because of the weather. I need summer to actually arrive in this drainpipe of a country and bring me some sunshine. I dug up a poem I wrote about that a couple of weeks ago: I guess I'll share it with y'all right now.
English springtime
Is a cruel imitation of winter.
The sun that shines so brightly at home
Is shrouded by British clouds,
And the air weighs you down,
Chokes you, forces out every last bit
Of sun-fuelled joy.
I wake up more tired than I was
Before I fell asleep,
Roused not by the cock’s crow,
But by the dull thud of raindrops on the roof.
Is a little sunshine too much to ask for?
Would it kill Britannia
To throw a poor foreigner a bone?
It is not, it seems, her nature to grant favors
And so I sit, oppressed by gloom
Cursing British rain.
- Location:my room
- Mood: tired
- Music:Hmm, good idea. I'll go put some on.
- Music:My roomie watching 'Ghosts of Girlfriends Past'
That's how much fanfiction I've written in the last year and seven months.
That's eleven thousand words per month. Shoot, if I got off my lazy bum and did it, I could write a novel in eight months. (Though the lack of reviews might kill me. I'm a sucker for reviews.)
I'm averaging at around 35,000 words per story, and my newest, Behind Enemy Lines, is about halfway through and at 37,000 words. This one's going to be one colossal beast indeed. It's beaten out my all-time most popular, Unforgiveable Crime, by a thousand words already. This seven page per chapter rule is really helping!
On the downside, though, BEL hasn't beaten out UC on the review front. Yet. But I can 100% understand why: It's not quite as interesting.
I mean, which sounds more interesting:
BEL: He had been abandoned twice by the age of ten: first as a child, on the streets of New Orleans. The second time around it was her who abandoned him, but by the time he had found his friend, she had joined the enemy.
or,
UC: In Rogue’s lifetime, many crimes had been committed against her. They had something in common with the main feature of her daily life: they all lacked the element of touch. Until now.
Darn. I need to work on my summaries. And there IS a reason why Jodi Picoult is so succesful- she's controversial. But hey, once the BEAST has been finished, I can start on my exciting (for me!) new one:
A fic tentatively titled 'Courting Disaster', set in an alternate universe where mutants are accepted and North America is a monarchy. It's set in a previous century-esque time period, but I'm not doing old-style language, because, frankly, I'm not all that great at it.
It stars the young Countess Anna-Marie 'Rogue' of Caldecott, only daughter of the late Duke and Duchess of Mississippi, who welcomes her doom to remain unmarried for life because of her mutation. Enter Remy, the newly instated Baron of New Orleans and second son of Marquis Jean-Luc of Louisiana, who happens to catch the young countess by her bare hand after he nearly sends her crashing down a flight of steps. Bound by her father's will to marry the first man she can touch, Rogue must marry Remy, or both she and her guardian (Duke Logan of Alberta) will be prosecuted by the young King Scott for dishonering a dead man's final wish. Facing the possibility of marriage to a swamp rat (and the prospect of an awkward wedding night!) Rogue tries to evade the union in any way she can, causing a load of trouble along the way. AU, Romy, Loro, minor Kurtty friendship/romance.
Maybe not all that original- though I've never read one like it before - but I have a feeling it's going to be fun.
Much more fun than the classic cookie-cutter 'Escaping the Past'. I look back on that and kind of cringe. No, I look back on my OC fics and cringe. I'm taking those down with my next update (and once I've copied all the reviews, as I love you guys!), because looking like a total N00B is something I try to avoid at all costs.
Likewise with 'A Good Kind of Weird', for the Maximum Ride fandom. That was a bit of a 'WTH, people actually like this?' moment. But anyways, back to my true love: X-Men Evolution.
I wrote my first crackfic recently- 'Is this the way to Bayville, New York?', inspired, bien sur, by 'Is this the way to Amarillo?'. I was listening to that on repeat and thought, 'AHA! That girl's name is Marie. Who else do I know who's called Marie? Hnnnh....hnnh.... *wipes sweat off her brow*.... EUREKA! It's ROGUE!'
And I felt kinda proud of it, proud that there was another way I could make people laugh than just tripping up the stairs.
Then my two little angsty ones, who I am actually really really proud of- 'Till Death do Us Part' and 'Rogue Was Here'. You see, I am not at all an angsty person. I quite like bubblegum pop and country music. I don't wear black. I frequently run around my house singing and doing crazy dance moves. So the fact that I somehow managed to make my very stoic beta feel slightly depressive made me very, very pleased.
Okay, I wasn't pleased that she wasn't happy, but you get my drift.
So all in all, this has been a good year and seven months for me. And it's all down to YOU. Yes, you, my fantabulistic readers and reviewers. I appreciate you guys more than you can imagine, and if it wasn't for you and your encouragement and occasional crit (about the crit, please, BRING IT ON!) I wouldn't have persevered, and I'd still be the rubbishly, SPAG-problem infested, plotholed writer I was when I started this thing. And you guys- you guys have made me halfway decent.
A humongous thank you goes out to my wonderful wonderful beta, mspotts, who was beta-ing for me long before she joined fanfiction.net. Again, most of the series of improvements I've gone through are down to her. *claps* Love you lots, mspotts! (I'm a poet and I know it.)
And in the end, just...thanks, guys. Thanks a lot. :)
Sincerely,
allyg1990
- Location:home
- Mood: tired
- Music:the shower running
Yeah, I actually met one of those. I guess I like being paid attention to: I'm not a sit-in-the-corner-with-the-ipod-turned-o
- Mood:
cranky - Music:rain pattering on the roof
Would I eat it again? Yeah, I would. It had this weird sweet/salty agra-dolce thing going on, and actually tasted pretty good.
- Location:in my room
- Mood: tired
- Music:Train- Drops of Jupiter
Author: allyg1990
Title: Friction
Summary: For andthexmen’s Off-Season Fic Off #3
Rating: K+
Pairing: Rogan friendship
Warnings: My first fic for Wolverine and the X-Men, therefore probably very OOC.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything
It was one forty-five in the morning when Rogue twisted the door handle and snuck out of the room. She pushed the door closed painfully slowly and winced when it clicked shut. Then she crept down the stairs, careful to avoid the one squeaky step that would make the whole operation a failure. The door was suddenly in plain sight—she was home free! She tiptoed towards those mahogany gates of freedom with her trench coat billowing around her ankles…
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Seriously. Whenever people ask what I'm taking and I tell them it's Roaccutane, they come out with 'Oh! But won't that damage your brain/give you depression/stunt your growth?"
Um, no.
- Mood: annoyed
- Music:Face Down- RJA
CRASH.
St. John Allerdyce looked up from his lighter into the red-on-black eyes of Remy LeBeau, the thief’s crimson irises burning more brightly than usual. Like foire... he mused, but snapped out of it when Remy threw himself onto the couch.
“What’s got yer knickers in a twist, mate?” the Aussie inquired, but Remy cut him off with a sharp glare. “Aah, it’s that sheila of yours, ain’t it?”
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