This Is Not A Democracy

It's so strange how people hate us and the way we run sherlockbbc and yet they just can't bring themselves to stay away.


♥ Michael Palin

How is it possible to fail to understand how the words ( spoiler ), ( spoiler ) & ( MASSIVE spoiler ) are spoilers when they are from an audio interview with the fucking writer of the series and everyone now knows the context of each of those words from the literary canon?

How?

Back on moderated for you, and dustbin for your post then, Captain Sensible.

I don't suppose anyone wants to help me work through my big bang plot, do they? I'm meant to have the first draft in next weekend and I have about 900 words, so far.

It has reached the point where I could.

I still have not managed to write any of the Sherlock bigbang fic I'm working on, other than the 800 words I'm not even sure I'll keep.

Goddammit.

When did writing get so hard?

Also, I'm listening to Simply Red. But I didn't pay for it, so that's okay.

If you're going to join a comm with a mod account specifically to promote your dumbass community, at least observe the fucking rules of said community.

Now GTFO!

Just bought this image as a canvas almost 3ft wide for our living room:



Sooo pretty. Poppies and forget-me-nots are my favourite flowers and we decided to get poppies to go with the canvas triptych of 'Bastogne' - remembrance and all that.

The flat is really starting to feel homely. We have plans for other furniture and things (and a new TV, my God, we need one which actually shows the whole picture!) but that bookcase has made a world of difference.

I've started work on my bigbangfic - coming up to 1,000 words, but I'm struggling with the voices. Getting the voices right is hugely important in my fics and I don't feel like I've got it, yet. Maybe working on the sherlockprompts fic I've got to do in the next couple of weeks will help; I dunno.

Could probably do with re-watching the series in its entirity, too. Oh, the trials of being a writer...

The prompt for this post just put me off my breakfast.

My breakfast is a treacle pastry, rendering this turn of events completely unacceptable.

I feel like I'm slacking, not having started my fic, yet.

I haven't really had any inspiration, yet - I've got the ideas, but not the framework. Some of my best fics have come from prompts (see: Hedonism), but those are far from forthcoming, unless I want to write porn. Which, incidentally, I do not.

I'm so exhausted lately, that I barely have the energy to think about these things at all...

God, I need a job with reasonable hours. I get in later now than I did living in London. It takes me longer to get home 1.7miles than it did 6 miles in London. What the shit is this, Brighton?

Plus, the ridiculous migrating joint pain has settled; at all my major joints, but mostly my knees, which now experience a sharp, radiating pain whenever I stand up, sit down or use stairs. Really, it's just in the moment in which pressure is put on the knee to bend at the right angle or take the weight but it is absolutely excruciating. I almost cried trying to get off the sofa and had to hop down the steps on the bus earlier (because at that point, right knee had not set in).

The left knee set in randomly at work this afternoon. Right elbow has been painful for days, but this morning it was so bad I didn't have the control to brush my hair and had to do it left handed.

I swear to God, it's like my body is deliberately fucking with me.

I'm going to go to sleep, if I show signs of stirring, in the morning, please smother me. Thanks.

So, it would seem I am planning to write a Sherlock big bang fic.

I've never done one of those before; I'm not worried about the length - fic of great length tends to be my area - and I even have a basic idea for the fic, after discussing various things with vinylsigns the other week.

I also know that it will ultimately have to be the story of their falling (and accepting that they have fallen) in love, because no one seems to have quite accomplished that fic, yet. The only getting together (if you could call it that) fics of any kind in this fandom usually involved rampant sexual escapades or one sudden deduction and a surreal snog against the nearest wall... and I just don't think it would be like that.

Slow-burning seems much more their kind of thing; something which would slip under the radar and Sherlock couldn't deduct the shit out of, because the changes would be so gradual. Kind of like watching your SO get fat; you don't notice because you see them every day, but then one day you see a picture from a year earlier and think, "Wow. No more Two for Tuesday, then."

So, I basically know what I'm writing, I just don't know how to set it out. May have to occupy myself with a fanvid in the meantime... Hm.



ETA: And for the record 'The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot' would make an excellent Sherlock song. But I don't think I'll vid that one.