Showing posts with label Bullshit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bullshit. Show all posts

Friday, January 20, 2012

Copycats.



All this talk of a fic that has swept a quarter of the Twi fan-fic community has me kinda down and confused.

Remember House of the Horde, that little fic I was writing but put on hold?

Well according to the talk, the fic in question (the popular one) has the same terrain that HotH has. I'm not talking about one or two elements, I'm talking about two or three sub-plots and a few character traits. I'm curious, now, if I should completely change the direction I was going with my fic because I don't want to the story to seem like a copy-cat of another.

While I generally want people to enjoy what I write, I write for myself first. I don't want to put out something that I'll be un-happy with later, but for the first time I'm questioning this. Do I change my original (but apparently not so original) plot/sub-plot to keep the "OMG SHE COPIED SO-AND-SO" at bay, or do I continue on like none of this ever happened?

I'm very unsure of what to do since I'm riding in unfamiliar territory.


Friday, September 9, 2011

Post of randomness



Took a trip to IKEA at Atlantic Station on Sept. 7th and couldn't help but snap a couple pics of some skyscrapers captured by the low-hanging clouds.
















We've had some crazy weather the past four days. It didn't rain that much, but we rarely saw the sun or a hint of blue. I loved it. I wish it was like that more often. The clouds were so cool.





We bought this at IKEA. (new frame, duvet and down comforter). Our mattresses are entirely to big (height-wise) for the frame, so we have no headboard at all. We refused to spend $40 on wood for the slatted base, so we kept our box spring. However, I'm thinking about sending the spousal unit to Home Depot to buy wood, 'cause I'd like to have a headboard.

We also need new curtains, but the gold and green works for the moment.









On Sept. 8th, I traded in my son's 1/4 violin for a full size because he's decided he'd rather participate in Cub Scouts than play an instrument. Just as well. It was hard to teach him the music and motions because he can't sit still for five minutes. So, I'm going to take the lessons instead. I haven't had it for twenty-four hours and I already broke a string. I wish I had some cool story, but I was just trying to tune my D string cause it was a bit off.


This is my youngest, stuffing her face with waffle when we ate at Waffle House for breakfast.






....she's a beast.







I visited Borders.

All their stock was 70 - 90% off.



It was like heaven... only not.

I used to visit Borders on a weekly basis when I was in high school. I'm super sad their going out of business.

=(






The loot. I didn't find a lot, but I saved nearly $70! 
The best find was The Pretty Reckless CD and it was a little over $3.00!
The rest is stuff that looked interesting. I should've gotten moar horror. 
I may go back tomorrow. 



Or I could stay at home and do laundry.
/grumblegrumblegrumble....

And my daughter just fell asleep, so excuse me while I go catch up on some reading.

-RoT

Friday, December 25, 2009

Re-routing Repetition

In the world of fan fiction, there are some words and phrases that are used more often than others.

Repetition sucks...

Adult language is in this post, please use care when reading.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Motivation of Classic Romance for Horror

Why fairy tales, you ask? 
Why not, I say.

Lost in Translucent Thoughts


"I put my heart and soul into my work and have lost my mind in the process."
- Vincent van Gogh

(This is going to be random...)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Death Hast Hold On Thy Heart

"There are two bodies — the rudimental and the complete ; corresponding with the two conditions of the worm and the butterfly. What we call "death," is but the painful metamorphosis. Our present incarnation is progressive, preparatory, temporary. Our future is perfected, ultimate, immortal. The ultimate life is the full design."
 - The Mesmeric Revalation, Edgar Allen Poe