• The Benefits of Fanfiction

    I’ve been thinking a lot recently about fandom. There’s a musical playing at The Playground Theatre at the moment, called Fanatical: The Sci-Fi Convention Musical, which I have already seen twice and will be seeing twice more before it closes on Saturday. It’s about a fan convention for a fictional sci-fi TV show, and it celebrates all aspects of being a fan, not least the creation of fan art and fanfiction.

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  • Weeknotes - S02E47 - Lots of Days but Not Much Progress

    Summary:

    I’m keeping up my writing days, so I’m on track to double my GYWO pledge level for the year, but none of my sessions this week were particularly long or massively productive. It’s all about finding a balance between quality and quantity, productivity and relaxation.

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  • Weeknotes - S02E46 - Feels Like Progress!

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    One really good, productive session, and lot of little bits throughout the week.

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  • Weeknotes - S02E45 - Finally Some Fiction!

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    A good amount of stuff achieved, and finally some fiction!

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  • Flamingo

    “Is it dead?”

    “I can’t tell from here.  Why don’t you go and give it a poke?”

    “Eww!  No, you do it!”

    “You’re the one who wants to know if it’s dead.”

    “I wonder how it got here.”

    “I don’t know.  Flew?”

    “Don’t be ridiculous.”

    “It looks kind of sad, just lying there like that.”

    “Do you think it belongs to somebody?”

    “Must do.  It didn’t just materialise out of thin air.”

    “But it’s not the sort of thing you just leave lying around.  I mean, you’re not going to drop something like that without noticing.”

    “But nobody’s taking any notice of it now.”

    “Except us.”

    “Well, yes, except us.”

    “What should we do?”

    “What can we do?  If you’re not prepared to get any closer, there aren’t many options.  I guess we could throw something at it from here.”

    “Like what?  A brick?  What are you thinking of?”

    “It hasn’t moved the whole time we’ve been standing here.  It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid.”

    “Well, we can’t just leave it lying there like that.”

    “Why not?  It’s nothing to do with us.  Why should we care if it’s alive or dead?”

    “I don’t know.  I just thought maybe we ought to do something.  You know, to help.”

    “How?  We could chuck it some money, I suppose.”

    “What would a thing like that do with money?

    “I don’t know.  We haven’t got any food.”

    “Maybe it needs a place to stay.”

    “I’m not taking it home with us.”

    “I think I just saw it move!”

    “What?  No, you didn’t!  You’re imagining things.”

    “No, I swear.  Look, it did it again.  Its foot twitched.  I’m not kidding!”

    “You’re right.  I saw it that time.”

    “It’s rolling over.  It’s looking this way!”

    “What should we do?”

    “Run!”

     

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  • The Owl

    An eagle eye

    Surveys my heart

    Noting the changes since it awoke

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