MY ICON IS COMPLETELY NON-INDICATIVE

[luciazephyr]

I AM TOTALLY WRITING SEE



SEE SEE? WRITING. TOTALLY NOT TURNING UP MUSIC AND DANCING AROUND LIVING ROOM PROCRASTINATING


oh god will this chapter just write itself please? fuck off Nicodemus, you asshat


.... omg 7500 words already WHY AM I NOT DONE WITH THIS

[/author whining]

Comments

[samjohnsson]

I want to ask mechanical questions, but I do not want to distract from the writing.

[luciazephyr]

I am doing laundry and staring blankly at the google doc. Go ahead.

[samjohnsson]

I'm wondering how you interact/deal with Google's interpretation of Track Changes without getting flaily. It's always struck me as...legacy.

[luciazephyr]

I... only use the revision history when I accidentally delete things, so honestly I dunno. And I've been avoiding updating my docs for weeks now, as Google keeps asking me to and I don't wanna. So. vOv

[samjohnsson]

Ah. Do your betas work off the Doc, or you send it to them as a file?

[luciazephyr]

Really it depends. I send MoC in chunks to Grene, but on other fics I've just shared the doc. MoC goes through so many tweaks, I just prefer to keep it close until I get it to a stage I like.

[samjohnsson]

Huh. Okay. Makes sense, that.

[luciazephyr]

Also, you're a huge jerk. I cannot stop thinking about my epic gay supernatural thing. Like how Tracie and Alistair talk early on he gives her a big exposition dump about the power of belief in magic and how more belief = more power.

"Belief... like?"

"Self-assurance. Charisma. On more extreme levels, cults and religions."

Tracie laughs. "So, like Jesus?" Alistair nods and Tracie sombers. "No, seriously?"

"He wasn't a very adept practitioner, but he had a lot of belief backing him."

"You're saying Jesus Christ was a wizard? Is that funny to you?"

Alistair blinks at her, then goes to his sink. He fills a glass of water and hands it to her. "Taste."

Tracie narrows her eyes at him. "Why?"

"Demonstrative education. Taste."

She takes a sip, only a small one before Alistair snatches the glass away. He pulls out a thin rod of metal, etched with ornate designs. He swirls the wand in the water, muttering, before handing it back to Tracie. "There."

She takes another sip, then sips it out in the sink. "The hell was that?!"

Alistair frowns. "Wine."

"That was not wine."

He takes it, sips himself, swallows, then nods. "Ah. Rice wine vinegar. Well, close enough. I haven't used that spell in years."

[samjohnsson]

Explain to me, love, how exactly this is supposed to dissuade me? ^.-

[luciazephyr]

I DUNNO. :tears at hair: I don't know what to do with them. Only Al even has a name, which suuuuucks, and I have no plot ideas. :grumblegrumble:

[samjohnsson]

Like I said. Get MoC oout of your headspace (do vignettes for this if you want to clear blockage), and when/if you want to work on it, I will be your Igor.

[luciazephyr]

Book Igor, original B&W movie Igor, or Young Frankenstein Igor?

[samjohnsson]

Book, maybe YF.

Oh, who'm I kidding. I'm much more a Discworld Igor.

[flyingfringe]

Dancing is good!

[luciazephyr]

Clearly. Chapter's done, just waiting on a beta. 8356 words long. 8D