Lately I’ve been considering which ideas, out of my pool of fanfiction plot bunnies, are suitable for recycling into publishable fiction. I had decided to do this long before 50 Shades came out, though my intention always was to change whatever I recycled enough so that anyone who’d read the fanfiction wouldn’t already know the story. In other words, picking and mixing elements rather than just changing names and places. (Which in my view is a bit lazy, and sort of dishonest.)
Anyway, out of all the fics I have, I didn’t think I could actually make Settling Down into something original. The planet details, yes, but not the plot, since it’s built closely on the (Doctor Who) characters, not to mention the fact that it’s not a novel-style plot–it could potentially go on forever.
But now I’ve had an idea. If I were to create new characters and plausibly put them in a similar situation–stranded on another planet–I could actually write it, not as a novel, but as a ficblog. It could work. If I kept the principles I’ve been using for the fic (short, regular chapters), I think it could work. Thoughts?
Ooh … I’ve just had a fantastic idea for it. I can’t say what, right now. But it could feed into a novel idea I’ve been sitting on for a while …
Hi everyone. I’m sorry if you think I’ve been messing this blog up recently. I tried following lots of people’s advice to improve it, eg:
- tailor to target audience
- ‘give’ the readers something
- use multi media
I tried all that, and I seem to have lost readers along the way, not gained any. So I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve been trying too hard and was doing okay before. So I intend to compromise by keeping my rambles, interspersed with other things but I’m not going to fret over posting lots of reviews or anything like that any more.
Right. New start, new blog title. I was never completely happy with ‘The Notebook’, it was just not interesting enough for me, and I tried using a quote from one of my poems and that didn’t work either. But then @AEMarling Tweeted my tagline:
“@aharlequin Words are my playground, stardust my fuel.”
— ÆMarling (@AEMarling) January 13, 2014
and I got the bright idea of basing my blog title on it. I recently changed the blog theme as well: which do people prefer, this one or the notebook-style one?
So, onto my rambles. I could ramble about the fact that nobody turned up to my class yesterday and I still can’t work out how they all knew it was a reading week and I didn’t. (I checked every page of my notebook, nothing.) Or I could ramble about the fact that I was woken at 11:45 last night by a wrong number. Unfortunately I was too tired to really be much help–like, being able to tell him my phone number to see if he had dialled wrong or not. (I’m guessing he was given the wrong number, since he called four times.) I feel rather guilty because I unplugged the phone, and then later realised that might not be a good idea, replugged it and found it was too late–he’d left a message, probably thinking he’d got it right this time, and turned his phone off.
(I didn’t listen to the message. I don’t even know how to play them, I haven’t figured my landline out yet. My brother knows how to delete them, which is very helpful.) I left a message telling him he’d got me again and what my number was–nothing else I could really do by that point.
All this on top of a long day in London. After discovering my lesson wasn’t on, and that there was no meeting at church that night either, I found I was free to go somewhere I hadn’t been to since I left London. I go into London regularly, and when I do I try and allow time to visit some of my old haunts. (For Harrow, this means The Chocolate Room. For Camden, this means my favourite Japanese restaurant. I haven’t found a favourite place in Uxbridge yet because I only just started going there, but I like it. I don’t really have a favourite place in Hendon–I only hang around there prior to a lesson or tutorial, I find it too busy.) Once place I don’t have the opportunity to visit is Ealing, though I used to go there when I was still in London. It has the biggest Pret a Manger I’ve ever been to, with an upstairs that doesn’t get too busy except at lunchtimes, and I could easily spend hours there writing or reading. So when I suddenly had the day free, I went back. And as much as I enjoyed myself, it was a long day.
So today’s going to be one of those recovery, don’t get much done days. Which is okay by me, since I just got the second series of House of Anubis in the post. (Parts one AND two–since I have a multi-region DVD player, I was able to get the second volume from Amazon.com. No way I’m waiting months on a cliffhanger.)
My resolution this year–yes, just one–was to do something productive every day. Of course, the definition of productive is flexible–it has to be, considering my health. Productive could just mean sorting out a few emails to stop my inbox from re-cluttering up, or making a connection on Twitter. (I’ve just made my first one with someone I do not personally know, which is quite exciting! I’ve been re-tweeted before, but never actually engaged in conversation–mainly because I do not know what to say to a stranger.) Both will be beneficial in the long run. Heck, even fanfiction will be beneficial in the long run, since a readership there = at least some people reading my original work. I would read my favourite fanfiction authors’ books myself if it weren’t for the fact that one is in Hungarian, and the other I’m not even sure if it exists since I heard about it only by rumour.
Something struck me the other day. I’ve been wondering for a while whether or not I would (ever) be classed as a Londoner. In the three years I lived there I’ve become quite adept at sussing out how to get around and can spot a tourist from a mile off. When I’m back in rural Sussex (which I am now) I sorely miss the conveniences I’ve become accustomed to, such as being able to spontaneously hop on a bus, or order in Japanese (or get it at all for that matter).
However I don’t think I’ll ever be a true Londoner–part of me will always be where I grew up. It was when I decided that that the phrase ‘permanent tourist’ came to me, and I think it rings true for what I was for three years (obviously slightly stretching the definition of ‘permanent’, but if you’d asked me even a year ago I’d have told you I was going to stay in London forever–or at least try to).
Of course, I’m not really permanent any more. I wish I had thought up the expression before moving away from London. Still, should I move back one day, I will certainly adopt it.
(Anyone who’s found their way here from my fanfiction might recognise the reference.)
Link of the week: 99 life hacks, great ideas for saving money, time, energy and the environment (not necessarily in that order). Includes lots of big images.
Pin of the week you’ll enjoy even if you’re not a geek like me (I think) (needs to be enlarged to read the sign):