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Word count check-in for yesterday. Not great, Bob! But not bad or anything, considering I haven't written anything since Saturday. I do sort of want to write an Alien Covenant thing if I can determine whether these characters have official first names or not... searching the novelization has found me one! One.

Authors who write novelizations for movies like these are my heroes because 95% of the time none of the characters have given first names but hey here's a novelization where the character with no given first name has some internal dialogue but their POV is still credited with just the last name anyway! There was some other movie where I was like "I want to write fiiiiiiiic but no one has a naaaaaaaaaaaaame" and the novelization was all last names as well.

I have signed up for Pornathon this summer, which should be good for stretching my nsfw-writing brain muscles, even if it's a no-RPF fest. That should be good for me as well, really. I only have a laundry list a mile long of random movies I want to attempt to write something for.
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Good morning, I cannot believe some sweaty hockey dudes that I've seen play IRL - ten of them, even! - and even spoken to are going to the Stanley Cup Final. Whaaaaaaat. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. If Pontus and Freddy both get to play I might even cry a little.

Fandom5K reveals! I wrote love/be loved/beloved, some Sherlock Holmes (the RDJ movies) threesome. ♥ to my recipient for insisting that it’s actually in character. 5386 words, M for Mature - Sherlock/Mary/John, blindfolds, light bondage, vague Victorian clothing porn.

Started watching American Gods and I feel like it's clear Bryan Fuller looked at Starz and said, "Yesssssss, all the gore and nudity I couldn't actually get away with on Hannibal!". There is legit a dick pic, right there on the screen. I got through the first two episodes yesterday - Orlando Jones' boat speech was just as great as it was promised to be, and Ian McShane is perfect as Mr. Wednesday. I did wonder what they were going to do with Laura Moon to give Emily Browning second billing but apparently she gets at least one entire episode devoted to her. This show is also the perfect vehicle for Peter Stormare, who is the most Czernobog of Czernobogs, and Gillian Anderson has shown up to play Lucille Ball.

Going to see Alien: Covenant tonight with Upstairs Lady so I'll probably never sleep again. I should go read a few reviews so I'm at least somewhat prepared for what I'll be scared by. (The only scary movies I see in theaters are these and I mostly want to see it for the double Fassbender performance.)

Speaking of: The director’s devotion to Fassbender reaches such giddy and perverse heights that we very nearly get, in one delightfully bonkers scene, some cathartic Fassbender-on-Fassbender robot sex. Alas, Scott doesn’t quite submit to this natural temptation. Oh, no wonder one of my tumblr mutuals is 'shipping this.
lakeeffectgirl: ((WI) blues)
me yesterday on the drive to work: oh yes this next different POV section starts like this, perfect, aha now I must get to work and write this down.
me at work: why is my dispatch center full of co-workers? why is it 9am before I can even attempt to think about what I was thinking about before? now I've forgotten what I wanted to write down.

I mostly remembered what I was doing and managed to get the idea down.

Word count check-in for today. This last week I mostly wanted to just add bits to in-progress stuff here and there and get my 007 posted, and I accomplished those things. I really haven't done much as far as other goals for 2017 but I have posted 45k words of fic so far this year, out of my 60k goal.

My fandom5k story seems fairly dead in the water as far as hits but w/e, it's probably not a fandom people really track. My recipient seemed to really like it, so I'm happy about that part! Reveals aren't until Saturday but I will link it then.

me: *googles Bonavista, NL things*
Internet: Are you going on a VACATION?
me: no I just need to know
Internet: For a VACATION!
me: no for fanfictions

Speaking of Newfoundland, there are towns called Heart's Desire, Heart's Delight, and Heart's Content, which I find delightful. (Maybe I will make these Admirals players roadtrip there in this story I'm looking up all this NL stuff for.)
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Minor Reinharts renaissance continues - I looked to see if Max has an Instagram and wound up looking at what people had posted in the #maxreinhart tag, which wasn't much because no one really cares about Sad Unemployed Reinhart, BUT it found me this outrageousness, which then found me this nearly NSFW video in which Sam demonstrates that he's done his hip mobility exercises.

Anyway (I'm getting to the point of this, I swear!), as I'm still pissed off that Eichel gave himself away as a jackass - guess it's hard to keep your opinions to yourself and not alienate your fanbase when you're young, rich, and white - I have a forever-unfinished Jack/Sam/Max that was reeeeeeeeally just an excuse to write Sam and Max making out, so yesterday after watching these ridiculous videos I thought, "Fuck it, I'm just going to write some Sam/Max." AND I DID.

Now I can go edit at least part of the 007 poly story, which I have ignored for like a week now.

ETA: DONE.
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Writing check-in for today. While I didn't get a lot of words written in the last week, I did get a lot of research/note-taking done - two hours this morning spent recreating some 14-15 Adirondack Flames stuff that I actually compiled once before but must have recycled the (full) notebook once I decided I wasn't writing any more NHL fic, because I've gone through my house and I definitely can't find it. (Um, I might have stacks of notebooks in several rooms in my house. I was going to use the desk in my spare bedroom as a distraction-free writing area. Then it got taken over by beading projects, but the notebooks are still there.)

Anyway, with the amount of time I have spent making g-d timelines for this ridiculous story I better freakin' finish it. Maybe wrapping it up will be my July Camp NaNo project.
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Oh man, I was not expecting to get 100% distracted this morning by the lake of Max Reinhart feelings I didn't realize I even still had (it was maybe a pond of feelings that I would occasionally stick my toe in when I'd check his status). I went to YouTube to look for interviews so I could write some more of this total crackfic I decided I needed to exist (where Max turns into a fox, and various other players turn into other animals) and found this and uuuuuugh I was done for. There is no player I miss being on my dumb team more than Max.

Whew. Anyway, I think I managed to finish the rough draft of my Bond poly story while in Door County although even though it feels done I worry it's not actually? But I printed it out to edit by hand probably tomorrow - I slept so badly last night that I'm not going to be able to accomplish anything after work today - and I added bits to a few other things today despite being half asleep and drowning in feelings. Good enough that Wednesday's writing check-in won't be terrible.

ETA: I stayed up way too late reading fic whyyyyyyyyyy self.
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WIPs doc was getting a little hard to wrangle so now I have two WIPs spreadsheets - one for the running list, sorted by media type, and one for all my monthly check-ins. Check-in for April: Not bad? I don't feel like I wrote almost eighteen thousand words. (This is a good thing, it's like training for NaNoWriMo.)

I have tried keeping project lists in the past but failed at updating them past February or so, so just keeping my spreadsheets up to date is a positive for me. My goal for May is to finish the Bond poly story FINALLY, hopefully finish the TKF story (both are at NSFW spots so I will probably go to Panera and work on them there because nothing works better for me when it comes to writing porn than writing it in public), and probably poke at the SFW Admirals things if I need something to do while at work.

So far this year I have posted 34,886 words of fic, so that's 58% of my 2017 goal. I have already posted two more pieces than I did last year in total, but last year was just weird in general due to MBA!Ray being the longest piece of fic I've ever finished.

Door County this weekend, yaaaaaaaaaay! Gonna buy some fancy liquor and read a book.
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Tuesday featured a momentarily terrifying time where I asked the guy who runs the Admirals fansite what someone's nickname was and he didn't know and was like, "I'll ask him for you!" because he was interviewing Jack in like fifteen minutes. No, that's fine, I can make something up for my fanfictions live without this, buuuuuuut he asked it before he even asked Jack any questions about the playoffs (everyone on my dumb team sounded very "eh, w/e" in Tuesday's interviews about playoffs except for Cody Bass, who was the most relentlessly upbeat and also not even playing because he's still recovering from surgery). The answer turned out to be that Jack doesn't actually have a hockey nickname, but our rotating crew of Quebec kids ("the Frenchies") apparently call him various Jack-based things. Fansite Guy keeps trying to make Mr. Minnesota stick and seems endlessly bummed that it hasn't, haha.

Fansite guy might be hanging it up now so clearly now is the time for [personal profile] anniejd11 & me to get serious about the blog we neglected for months and get some press credentials. (Honestly, I think this would be a lot of fun for a month or two, and then we'd find out that some dumb player we previously enjoyed is actually an asshole and be disappointed. And we would probably just be tired from all the staying up late.)

Speaking of Quebec, (also on) Tuesday I lost like half an hour looking up various Quebecois folklore online for a story, but the internet is sadly lacking if you're looking for things other than the flying canoe and/or werewolves.

THEN I WENT TO THE GAME LAST NIGHT and sigh, we lost, in thrilling and sad overtime fashion. Pardy's devastated face was too much for me, you guys. AHL hockey - especially in the playoffs - is so bizarre. Here are some parts that aren't developed enough for the fancy hockey, here are some parts you had to get yourself from college or whatever, here are some broken parts the fancy hockey gave back to you because they're broken, here are some bad parts the fancy hockey just didn't want anymore, and here are some really underdeveloped parts that arrived last-minute from Canada. Oh, and the fancy hockey will probably take away your actual really good parts before you get to the playoffs. Suck it up, Dean!!

At least I will always have the happy memory of Jack hugging Tiny Mouthbreather from behind in an adorable fashion. (Tiny Mouthbreather, a defenseman, scored both of their goals last night.)

Anyway, bombing out of the playoffs (again) aside, that was a pretty fun season and I enjoyed my two-month descent into writing a bunch of weird fic about their dumb faces. I have some unfinished things that I may or may not complete, *shrug* we'll see.
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the best of interventions: Tyler Kelleher/Jack Dougherty, in which Kelly wakes up a girl (the first problem), then discovers his backup plan has an actual crush on him (the second problem). Admirals Man of the Year Jack Dougherty comes to his rescue.

I was going to wait to post this until after my Fandom5k story went up but really, what's the difference. My posting goal for the year is now up to 49% complete! And April isn't even over yet!
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Home team down 0/2 in the playoffs, stupid Grand Rapids. I was really, really hoping for something at least SLIGHTLY better than a repeat of last year's utter terribleness. Could you maybe not allow two empty net goals in the last minute, kids? Sigh.

Fic stats check-in for today. It appears I wrote 7k+ in a week, which is past "good" for me and more into "outrageous". Yesterday I didn't do anything but write, since I wanted to finish both the woke-up-a-girl story (it was very close to the end after I wrote 1200 words of NSFW bits while watching Game 1 at the bar Friday night and now it's done \o/) and my F5k story (it is now very close to the end since I added more than a thousand words to it yesterday, so today I'm working on rewriting the parts where I need to change tenses). IT WAS A LOT OF WRITING.

And I'm at work. Cha-ching, overtime money.
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Fic check-in for the 16th, not too shabby other than how I didn't plan on writing all this Admirals fic this month. Plan for today is to write another good chunk of my Fandom5k story after work so that by Sunday I can be done with the rough draft and can take advantage of our double monitor setup here at work to rewrite the sections I need to fix all the tenses in while I work an overtime shift. (Of course, now that I have made this my plan, there will be other things going on at work that day.)

Local man, 20, can't tell jokes but scores OT winner. (I was legitimately woken up this morning by a text that was nothing more than "KEVIN KEVIN KEVIN KEVIN KEVIN".)

We have to change our main campus login passwords to something overly long this week and I'm tempted to use "CTSmademedoit01" because it's so annoying. I've had the same computer login password here since 1999! It's the end of an era.
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Penalty box update: Adam Pardy in full gear on skates is just Too Large. TOO LARGE. (Earlier this season I was at a game with P. & someone behind us was like, "That guy is huge!" like they were just so astounded by his size so now we say it to each other whenever Pardy's on the ice. But yes: huge.) Then we lost in a terribly over-the-top fashion but the team gave Pards an A so he can be an Official Team Dad and I 100% approve of this choice. (Apparently when he was out with the broken arm he acted as an unofficial coach, so yes, Team Dad.) Also great in the game: Douchebag Creepster was nowhere to be seen, hallelujah.

Going from my seat to hang out with A. for the third period, I found myself walking behind our usual starting goalie in the hallway, holding his daughter. Dear Maz: Excellent suit choice, and your kid is super adorbs. The game by that point was a mess they were never going to recover from, so we just took a million pictures of our faves on the bench instead.

I am upset to say that I am not optimistic about playoffs since it's Grand Rapids again but I will take any and all games the universe would like to give me with Large Team Dad and his vaguely gingery beard before he's gone.

The Fate of the Furious no-spoiler review: The first half was Not Good. Then it got 100% ridonkuballs and I forgot about it not being good. 100% of their problems in that movie could have been solved if they'd [done a thing] in [previous installment]. Then it made me cry, twice.

Charlize Theron overall: I am unsure about these choices.

Helen Mirren: Delightful.

Also, I think I 'ship Deckard/Hobbs now. And Roman/Scott Eastwood's unnamed character. I really did not expect to come out of that movie wanting to write fic about The Rock and Jason Statham. This is now two Jason Statham characters I would possibly write fic about (the other being his Expendables character). I can't believe I'm putting this one my Yuletide list.

We got a flat tire coming back from the theater, which neither my dad nor I realized was flat-flat until he was dropping me off and I looked at the tires to see if one was actually low (since he did get a low pressure alert). So between the two of us we got the spare on while my sister just sat in the backseat.

The air pressure in my building is so insane we can barely get the door open back here by the PD, and today it makes a high-pitched feedback noise whenever anyone opens it. This can't be good.
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Good times in Rockford. Also, cold times In Rockford. Even in long sleeves I was freakin' freezing. I accidentally made eye contact with Tiniest Mouthbreather and whoops I'm like 40% concerned he actually recognized me. Also I have several other pictures where the players I have written fic about are looking directly at my camera. But that one with Pards is my favorite.

Arena notes: They wouldn't let me bring my purse in because it was too big (BOO) but their stairs all have railings, so they get an A+ for that. Tomorrow A. & I are watching warm-ups from the penalty box at the Panther arena (our lives, don't ask) and I am legit terrified of the stairs there. I'm going to bring my cane to get back up but it's kind of useless for going down the steps. (It's not that the steps have a big drop, it's that they are nearly as narrow width-wise as my foot. And I have small feet! Who designed these steps!)

Watched some of Preds-Hawks last night with my dad, who thinks he likes the Hawks even thought I'm all, "Dad, you have seen Pontus Aberg play in real life and there he is on TV. DAD. PONTUS ABERG."

It looks like the kids will be playing Grand Rapids in the first round, but uuuuuuuuuuugh, do not want a repeat of last year. The Red Wings send down all their good baby players and the Preds call up our good baby players (PONTUS; last year they stole Kevin) and ugh DNW. Although maybe this year the good baby Wings played too many NHL games to get sent to Grand Rapids. I CAN HOPE.

I need $500 for this cat painting. (Would alternately accept the availability of affordable prints by this artist.)
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I am incredibly amused that posting methods very clearly led a few people to will the universe last forever. I see you, people who clicked "Adam Payerl" as a tag.

I would best describe that story as "mostly platonic kneeling - on a bus", which is not entirely what I thought I was going to do when I texted [personal profile] anniejd11 a few weeks ago "If I want to write fic about someone kneeling for Granberg who would it be?". My plan wasn't exactly Granberg getting the assist on Richard actually kneeling for someone else. I guess it's not me if it's not a little weird.

Going to Rockford tonight for an away game - somehow I've never been to Rockford for a game before! Also this is the first away game I've gone to all season. Our one previous trip to Rosemont was for the Wolves' Star Wars night and the opposing team was someone else I don't even remember, probably Iowa.

Looking back at my AO3 history, this is 100% the time of year I write random fic about this team, although usually I don't finish this much of it. (Me to me: Just start earlier next season so you're not disappointed that the season is over when you're actually still in the mood to write about these dorks.) Playoffs start next week: aaaaaaaah I don't want us to play Grand Rapids again.

And then it will be summer and time for my annual Generation Kill renaissance.

Also in checking AO3: Hey, I have posted seven things already this year, which is as many as I posted ALL of last year! Still have to post another 40k by the end of the year to make my word count goal - fandom5k will knock out at least 5k by the end of this month, and wrapping up the almost done Bond story will be at least 10k, so I should be past the halfway point before June. The first weekend in May I'm going to Door County with P. - one last hurrah before a Tiny Hooman arrives in July - so I'm planning to finish the Bond story that trip if I haven't already.
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Getting back on the wagon: Writing check-in for 4/9. Not too bad, since Thursday was the first day this month that I really was in the mood to write, versus just making myself scribble down some stuff here and there.

(Also, after fixing the formulas on my March spreadsheet, I found that I actually wrote 8k in March, which is even better than I thought for 60% of the month being a wash!)

Yesterday I added 1,340 words to my fandom5k story, so it's reached the halfway point. \o/

Today I discovered the Carter/Richards fanlore page links to my accidental marriage fic, which might explain why people still read it. (The things that are/aren't on Fanlore are wild, imho.)
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more capable of anything (Jack Dougherty/Trevor Murphy/Vladislav Kamenev), aka threesome frottage with some very minor cross-dressing - YAY, I CAN WRITE AGAIN. Waiting for my brain to reboot back to writing-mode after being sick is the worst. Also, who are all the people who have read this already? WHO ARE YOU, MYSTERY READERS?

I'm up to 21k words posted so far for 2017, which puts me right on target with my adjusted overall 2017 goal of 60,000 words posted. \o/ Fandom5k story is moving along - slowly, but it's moving - I am at 20% complete and I hope to be at 50% by the end of the weekend. (It's not a fandom I've written in before so I'm a little apprehensive, but the kinks requested were right in my wheelhouse. Also, I'm doing it in past tense which I something I only do about once a year, so that's tripping me up just a bit as well.) I just had to look up the etymology of a word I don't think was used in the year this fandom takes place, so there's also a new-to-me research component to this. Here is the online etymology dictionary I'm using - quite helpful so far.

MCW: Can I share?
Me: Okay.
MCW: *puts his cold hands around the bare part of my arm*
Me: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Yesterday I mentally planned out a Choose Your Own Pornventure story in which Adam Pardy wasn't injured, he just woke up a woman, and the team puts up a sign-up sheet for volunteers to bang him back into being a dude. I LOVE TROPES. I will probably not write this but I have learned I can never say I'll never write something because then five minutes later I have 500 words of it.
lakeeffectgirl: ((hockey) Richie)
me in yesterday's entry: (*cough* nine roster players *cough* but one is so long-term injury that I don't think he even lives here anymore)
me today: WHERE DID CODY BASS EVEN APPEAR FROM?? WHERE HAS HE BEEN ALL THIS TIME? WHY IS HE TOUCHING ME? (The other dude is Andrew O'Brien, aka "Obie", aka "Meat". We never did get anyone to tell us why his nickname is Meat.)

(ETA: Maybe I should note that Cody has been on our roster all year but he was injured I think while called up to Nashville really early in the season? And in January he had ACL surgery.)

Other A+ Serve shenanigans: Bought 50/50 tickets from Gunnarson (an adorable child), our waiter was Kelleher (an even more adorable child, except he's really 22 and went to college, but he's even tinier than Tiniest Mouthbreather and also could not write legibly enough for the real waitress to read our order, BUDDY DIDN'T YOU HAVE TO WRITE ANYTHING IN COLLEGE?)

re: Kelleher - please click this link because this is my favorite tweet of all time and who are these people who have asked Roundtable Guy this question? I need to be friends with them. I feel they are my people.

Continuing: Cody and Pontus sold us raffle tickets, except really Cody sold us raffle tickets because Pontus ran off to put the candy jar I gave him somewhere safe (it was mine as a kid and it says Molly, and finally I know of a small Molly to give it to! Since it was basically gathering dust at my house, ONE MORE THING OUT OF MY HOUSE), and Cody was A+ delightful, probably because we gave him a lot of money.

Then we watched everyone wander around. Or dance around, in the case of Dougherty. Thankfully, the booster club stuck the Douchebag Creepster over by the plinko game, so he was completely out of our line of sight, and every time I saw him later he was sitting alone looking dejected, ha ha.

I successfully retrieved very tall Newfoundlander Adam Pardy from behind the bar to take terrible photobooth pictures with me and P., and managed to make some sort of conversation while we waited in line. (Instead of flipping up the bar door to get out from behind the door, he duck-walked his 6'4 self underneath it: ridiculous.) Why is my favorite always the one who is sure to leave at the end of the season?

Derek Army looks just enough like Tom Conrad that it's weird for me, but he was oddly excited to put Mardi Gras beads on us for free while we stood in the photobooth line. I had Tiniest Mouthbreather sign a puck for me later, and then we watched half of the t-shirt auction (I bid on Granberg because no one else was at first but thankfully someone outbid me). The t-shirt auction is always outrageous because the players usually start bidding on each other (Pardy and Kamenev both bid Kirkland up to like $300, uhhh, that's not fic waiting to happen), which is capital-R-Ridiculous but also sort of unfair to us plebes. One of these years I will save up and actually win someone's t-shirt and then look at it five years later and wonder why I spent the money.

In sum: those shenanigans were acceptable. (Except how someone broke into A.'s car while we were in there and stole her crochet bag, probably thinking it was a purse.) I enjoy that the Serve is basically an excuse to flirt harmlessly with the players, who mostly flirt back because we're giving them money for charity. Aaaah, objectifying.
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Since March turned out to be garbage, writing-wise, it's time to set a few goals for April: 1) Post at least one piece of fic, and that can be only my fandom5k story if that's all I finish. 2) Finish the rough draft of the Bond poly story (it's nearly done) and the rough draft of the Ads crossdressing threesome (it's also nearly done). That's it. That's all I have to accomplish. April's minimized goals spreadsheet looks like this.

I wrote a little over six thousand words in March, so had I not gotten sick, I would have managed a respectable monthly total. (And 6k total for the days I was fit to write is pretty good for me.) It's not worth beating myself up over but updating my check-in spreadsheet today for the first time in three weeks, I realized I haven't opened some of these stories in like six weeks, oops. I did sign up for Camp NaNo for April, but for only my fandom5k story.

Sunday's foundation class: Also a good time! I have to say it's a different atmosphere in Sephora when there are only about ten people in the place, and three or four store associates available to talk to. Not that I have ever had a shitty Sephora experience but the store is almost always flooded with people on the weekends, which makes it hard to ask more than thirty seconds' worth of questions. I ended up returning that perfume that faded immediately, and the gel highlighter since I will never use it enough for a large $44 bottle to really be worth it. Used some of my store credit on this face mist, but I think I'll hang on to what remains until the VIB sale that's apparently happening soon. Anyway, the class: I always feel like liquid foundations are too creamy on my weird skin but I ended up liking the Bobbi Brown I got matched with. Just not $50 liking it. I will stick with my current mix of a tinted moisturizer and a water-gel foundation. Did not care for the NARS pot concealer I tried, and will stick with my $5 NYX concealer.

January's haircut has finally grown out into what I wanted in the first place. "It's only hair, it grows back!" - Molly's motto since first grade when I let my BFF at the time cut off my bangs and my mom had to give me a pixie cut.

CELEBRITY SERVE TONIGHT. Pray for me that I don't trip in front of Adam Pardy, or turn ridiculously red when I have to talk to any of the players I've written fic about. (*cough* nine roster players *cough* but one is so long-term injury that I don't think he even lives here anymore) FOURTH WALL WHAT FOURTH WALL?
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