momdaegmorgan: (Default)
Apologies if I'm spamming anyone but I have to make sure I'm covering all the bases.

Heads up, flist! The Children of Time awards opened for nominations just a few short hours ago. It's time to pull out your favorites list and go nominate. Old Who, New Who, Torchwood, Sarah Jane Adventures...they want them all! Fics, videos, banners, icons, manips...those too. The point is to acknowledge those fandom-related creative pursuits that you love, hopefully winning them an award in the end.

So go! Vote now, vote early, vote often!
momdaegmorgan: (Cult of Nice)

It's that time again, folks. Time to watch [ profile] wiggiemomsi's mad bid to own every author in the fandom for the Support Stacie Author Auction. From what I understand, there's a huge battle going on between us and peeps in The Gilmore Girls fandom. They've been taunting us: In the end, the Gilmore Girls will triumph, as we always knew; and the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry Boo-Hoo!"

Interested in helping defend our honor?

Authors who're willing to offer up their services, can find the sign-up form here. Aren't an author? Or simply don't have the time to commit to a 2,500 word fic? Then check out the bidding instructions and come bid on your favorite authors (trust me when I say there are some fantastic authors signed up)!

All fun and ribbing with other fandoms aside, people, this whole thing is for a very good cause. Let's show Stacie and her family our support, and hopefully help to make a dent in her growing medical bills.
momdaegmorgan: (Silly Nine)
Title: Human Behavior (1/1)
Rating: All ages
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Rose, Nine
Summary: Rose gets a lesson in botany
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Beta: [ profile] sinecure

Rose blinked, darted her gaze to the Doctor's face, and then darted it back again. 'What is it?'
momdaegmorgan: (Need a hug)
Some of you may have noticed that I've been suspiciously absent from LJ as of late. Last weekend, after realizing that I was extremely overwhelmed with all the various projects I'm involved in, I placed myself on a self-imposed time out from fandom. It was a good break, a relaxing break, a break that ended yesterday.

And yet, I'm not fully back yet. Not sure when I will be either.

Saturday night I had to bring DH up to the ER for intense abdominal pain. After multiple tests they found out he has an inflamed colon. Now I'm not sure how serious this is--everything I've read on the net so far doesn't seem to indicate that it's something I need to worry about---but he's going to be there anywhere from a few days to about two weeks (the amount of time keeps changing). They were even talking about transferring him to a bigger city about an hour away for a biopsy and more tests, but have thankfully decided now to do all of that here.

As you can imagine, things are quite stressful around here now. I'm worried about DH. I miss him. I want him home. Then there's the kids, who also miss their daddy, and all the regular day-to-day things that have to be done, no matter if I'm short two hands and a little bit of sanity. Which, in a nutshell, means I'm still going to MIA, though maybe not as much as before. It just depends on how exhausted I am at the end of the day and whether I have the energy to lift my head, much less come on here. I just wanted to let everyone so that no one wonders where I am. I haven't fallen off the face of the Earth, I'm just not quite all the way here right now.
momdaegmorgan: (The Doctor sees what you're doing thar)
Okay, folks, for those of you who don't know, I'm posting some writing exercises here, in the hopes that they may help other struggling authors. All fics that have not been previously posted are unbetad. Also, please take note of all pertinent information (such as rating and spoilers) in both stories, as they may not be the same from fic to fic.

Title: Mistakes He's Made -- Previously posted here
Author: [ profile] momdaegmorgan - My master fic list
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Summary: The Doctor isn't perfect. Even he's made mistakes. This is just one of them.
Prompt: Your fluid is thick against my sheets when you look at me, oh, so angry. -- Tegan & Sarah, Not With You
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Beta by [ profile] sinecure

Exercise: Change the dialogue and mood of the fic. Go from jealousy/anger/guilt to excitement/happiness.

Title: Experiment
Author: [ profile] momdaegmorgan - My master fic list
Rating: Adult (for a couple naughty words)
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose

Both fics can be found here, at my joint fic journal.

In the end, I not only met the requirements given to me by [ profile] sinecure, but wrote out of my comfort zone as well, which is something else I have issues with. Noticing a pattern here? I'm really not good with change. Heck, I'd still be using the same cd-burning software I first used ten years ago if I could find the damn thing.

Overall, I'm extremely happy with this first exercise. Even if I'm not entirely certain how I feel about the plot. Or maybe it's the specific characters involved in the plot. Not really sure.
momdaegmorgan: (Default)
Despite my happy return to writing, I'm still running into roadblocks with some of my fics. They're the same issues I was fighting with before my month-long break, issues that I hoped had gone away. The biggest problem seems to be changing things I've already written. Even something as simple as adding in a reference to a person's hair or eye color freezes me up. And you don't want to know what happens when whole sections need changing.

Now [ profile] sinecure, being the most excellent beta that she is, has been trying to get me through these issues. And, after much yelling, screaming, begging, pleading, and lots and lots of tough love, she's resorted to actual writing exercises. Not only are they intriguing, but I think they might be helping a bit. The basic idea is to change one or more of the following ingredients in a story: tone, storyline, dialogue, thoughts, feelings, etc. Supposedly we're starting off easy (easy?) and slowly making our way up to more and more difficult exercises until I can make changes without freezing up anymore.

I had no plans on posting any of the new fics because, frankly, I don't know where they're going to end up heading or if they'll be any good. The point, however, isn't so much to write a polished work of fanfiction, but to flip it on its head, get comfortable with the dreaded change (cue ominous music). The more I've been thinking about these exercises, the more I've been wondering if maybe other authors would benefit somewhat from the basic concepts here (and readers may find the process interesting as well). The idea is a solid one, and no matter how nervous I might be about posting some of these fics, if they'll help another author get past their own editing issues, then I think it's worth putting them out there.

So my question is, is anyone actually interested in reading the fics produced from these exercises?
momdaegmorgan: (New obsession)
*points to icon* *blames it completely on [ profile] sinecure and [ profile] uliamos*

Also, I am very disappointed in you, flist. I would've thought that more than one of you would have picked the man knickers option in the varying degrees of naked!Doctor poll. I mean, come on! Don't you, like me and [ profile] helygen, love the idea of slowly pulling them off, revealing, bit-by-bit, the goodies underneath? *gufuckinguh*
momdaegmorgan: (Guh)
I did this before, a long time ago, when I used to frequent MySpace. Yeah, you heard me right, MySpace. Long time ago! Before I knew about the cooler places to hang out. Like LiveJournal. That and I was forced into it. I was. She held a knife to me and everything. I swear! *hangs head in shame*

Anywho! *distracts with hawt!D icon*

My Johari Window. And for those of you very brave, my my Nohari Window.

My results under the cut. )
momdaegmorgan: (Ten/Rose Getting Naked)
Title: The Gift of Gab (1/1) - My master fic list
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Summary: Rose gets a lesson in one of the Doctor's gifts.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Beta: [ profile] sinecure
Author's Note: Dedicated to [ profile] ladychi for her birthday. After your support over the past few days, dear, I really wanted to write you a massive, smut-filled fic. Unfortunately I'm drowning in smut for my ficathon piece right now, so this will have to do. Cheers!

Too short for a teaser
momdaegmorgan: (Default)
[ profile] shannon730 honored me by putting me on her list (and I'm still blushing about it, my dear!). Now it's my turn to acknowledge a few of you on my flist.

Pick 10 people and give them the "you make my day" award. If you're picked, you are charged with picking 10 of your own. So, in no particular order, here are ten from my flist.

I actually did mine in alphabetical order.

1) [ profile] amberfocus
2) [ profile] bananasandroses
3) [ profile] greyorm
4) [ profile] helygen
5) [ profile] ladychi
6) [ profile] rachelbeann
7) [ profile] shannon730
8) [ profile] sinecure
9) [ profile] themagpye
10) [ profile] uliamos
momdaegmorgan: (Default)
Association Meme: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

5 subjects from LadyChi )

Ok, folks, your turn. Remember, leave me a comment here and I'll tell you five things that I associate with you.
momdaegmorgan: (Huh?)
Background: I've decided to write a fic for the TARDIS Big Bang ficathon but spent the past week waffling between two different ideas. Long story, really not interesting at all to any of you. So tonight, me and SQ (who shall be named as such to protect her identity), were discussing one of the two fics, and I figured out a solution to the problem that was preventing me from writing said fic. Then I came across another problem.

This way for strange ramblings, inappropriate talk, and general weirdness... )

And that, folks, is something to be frightened of.
momdaegmorgan: (BP and DT)
It's that time of the year again, folks. Tax return time. Which means picking up the Xmas presents that I didn't get, and this year I want to get some of the Doctor Who novels. So has anyone read any of them? Have any suggestions for which ones I should pick up (I already know I'm getting The Stone Rose...I understand that's a shipper's dream novel).

I'm looking specifically for Nine or Ten with Rose. Eventually I may pick up some of the other ones, but for now I just really want to immerse myself in my ship.

momdaegmorgan: (Woah)
I love my new Wii. More specifically, I love Nintendo. Why you ask? Because they've fed my need for organization, for 'a spot for everything and everything in it's place', for obsessive neatness.

The gave me DRAWERS!

Yes, you heard me right. Drawers. In the box my Wii came in. Nice, neat, organized, little drawers that pull out. Console and cords in the bottom drawer, instruction manuals (bibles more like) and miscellaneous do-dads in the top drawer.

Yes, this makes me obsessively happy. Probably the only product box I've kept. Ever.

Oh, and, [ profile] sinecure and [ profile] greyorm...neither of you are allowed to respond to this post. I've already suffered enough ridicule from the two of you over this. Leave me alone, it's a thing.
momdaegmorgan: (Nine and Rose Love) [ profile] amberfocus. I hope your day has been a good one. :)

momdaegmorgan: (Silly Nine)
Title: Pretty Boys (1/1)
Rating: All ages
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Nine, Rose, other characters
Summary: Turnabout is fair play
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Beta: [ profile] sinecure, who went over at least a million edits of this with me. I'm not nervous about posting after my break, nope, not at all.
Author's Note: Yeah, in case you didn't see my squee earlier, I'm back. The writing break was hell and I hated every minute of it. But it was probably the best thing I could've done for myself at the time. And now I'm back. With fic.

'...and he got styling product all over the console,' the Doctor complained, leather squeaking against leather as he crossed his arms over his chest.


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