trenchkamen: (And you still don't understand)
As pointed out to me by [livejournal.com profile] joeshadows:

Enough noise cannot be made about this issue (as well as the erasure of characters of color). Spread it. Write it. Let agents and editors know that the presence of an LGBT main character will NOT hurt sales (to any significant degree; there will always be bigots in the world).

I see this is mostly an issue with YA; a lot of the 'adult' SF/F I read has openly LGBT-spectrum characters. Maybe publishers are afraid parents will raise a huge issue or boycott.

And, above all, don't compromise in your own writing. There ARE agents and publishers who won't make you 'straighten up' your characters.
trenchkamen: (Living it up at the Hotel California)
I deleted my stupid wagh entry. Wagh. And I'm feeling better now anyway.

According to [livejournal.com profile] zoe_sama November is National Novel Writing Month -- NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write 50,000 words by the end of the month. Maybe I should shoot for this. Or maybe given school and whatnot that would be insane. Question would be what to write.

Like finishing "A Perfect Circle". Finally. I haven't updated it since July. I do have the re-write of the beginning almost completed, so the story won't scare off the literate audience no more. Hopefully.

American Government AP sucks.

Edit: Dammit [livejournal.com profile] ariseishirou I can't stop listening to "Witch Hunt".
trenchkamen: (Default)
Today in guitar we finally played a song: "Brown-Eyed Girl". There is something so incredibly satisfying about strumming chords to a recognizable song and singing, even if there is a full second delay between switching chords and you keep screwing up the lyrics to the song. That one moment in the song where I can switch from G to Em without a hitch is so incredibly satisfying. Now I understand why the hardcore guitar kids can't stand to go anywhere without their six-strings; playing is a blast. I've been picking out "Music of the Night" and "Cruel Angel's Thesis" and "Sadame" and that one Celtic song, but playing chords is different. It's rich and loud and you get to strum.

There was a power-outage at the end of second hour. Too bad it didn't last. The physics room has the windows blacked out, so it was pitch-dark in there.

I’ve got homework and stuff to do now.

------------------------------------

Meme from [livejournal.com profile] finmefiant and [livejournal.com profile] ryutsuki.
If you happen to be working on some new writing project, fanfiction or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work (s).

The Writing Meme )
trenchkamen: (Default)
So, this meme is from [livejournal.com profile] ryutsuki and [livejournal.com profile] meyrevived, and upon reading it, I remembered that oh yeah I do that writing thing too, don't I?

Pick a fanfic of mine, any fanfic, and I will tell you possibly interesting or possibly interesting only to me things about what the hell I was thinking when I wrote it.

AND

Comment here with the weirdest pairing you can think of (from any fandom you know I'm familiar with). I will then write a drabble of it for you.


And the Skintreatment.com website project is so close to being done I can taste it. I've spent the past two days tightening up the final screws before the domain move on Monday. Then I finally get paid!

Senior Stadium Painting was this morning at some gadawful hour, pictures of which I acquired because lately I've been OCD with my camera insofar as chronicling everything is concerned. After picking Mom up from her meeting and we had stopped by Michael's at Pavilions, we made a 'product research' pilgrimage to Bath and Body Works, where they freaking finally have a sakura-flavored candle to match their sakura products. God damn it smells good.

And, oh, yeah, I saw Red Eye again with Christianne and her mommy. Getting picked up from my house is weird. It has not happened since last October when that stoned-out asshole the non-descript white Subaru ass-rammed my car and Annie had to give me rides and stuff.
trenchkamen: (Default)
Regarding the movie Red Eye, the viewing of which Whitney ([livejournal.com profile] jawzdharken) chronicled in her weblog: go see it right now. Cillian Murphy. Dear god, that man has no right to be so hot. That in conjunction with the sorts of characters as which he is typecast puts him on a Johnny Depp level. And Whitney sent me the Year One comic of Dr. Crane's past. If I get to choose my research paper topic this year, I think I will do it on the evolution of the evil genius archetype in literature and film.

This weekend was rather eventful, all things considered. I went to Mill Avenue with Jessica ([livejournal.com profile] shirogane07) and Christianne ([livejournal.com profile] chrissykitty) Friday night, which was not exactly what I had been expecting to happen when Christianne promised me dinner, but I got to eat at Fatburger for the first time, and the Graffiti Shop was playing the Depeche Mode: One Night in Paris concert. Rachel was so drunk she puked in my car, and Kaity ([livejournal.com profile] keiichisfuma) is my dark savior for sacrificing her Harkins cup for that event.

I was given what I originally thought was a cool government assignment, but soon figured out that it was not nearly as much fun as I thought it was going to be. We were supposed to walk around asking people to sign a petition to amend the Constitution with what is already, word-for-word, the Fifth Amendment, and catalogue their reactions. I wore my suit that day so I would look more official, which ended up being a super idea since it really did not help my cause when it came right down to it, and it was about 112*F. Kaity had to get some painting board at Home Depot, so while she was shopping for that I walked around the store getting rather boring reactions. Most people blew me off, one guy thought I was petitioning for leniency for terrorists, and that was about it. No yelling that I was a communist or anything. I feel cheated.

One of Kaity's boards ended up being far too big to fit into my trunk, so we had to lash it to the top of my car. The other board fit, but propped the lid open, so we had to use bungy-chords to hold the trunk closed. This was my first time driving with anything lashed to my car/sticking out of my trunk, but we got the items to Kaity's house intact.

Today I transferred a computer to Dad's office and set up what I could, but since he has some sort of a vague "data problem" on the old computer and no printer software, I have to finish the job later this week. I did all of my homework save for the write-up on the government project, which I am doing at this moment. Rachel wants a ride to go swimming somewhere, and I think in the span from Friday to Saturday I used almost a full tank of gas, which, given the Nissan's fuel economy and the price of gas, is remarkable.

The thing I did not do this weekend was scholarships. I tried to visit the college center after school on Friday, but it was already closed. I guess I have to make an appointment during class, or something.

The writing entry is due on Wednesday, and I have not even registered for the convention yet. I've come to far with that entry not to make the deadline.

July 2012

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags