Fandom Meme

Here is a random form of procrastination on my part; I should actually be working on my play. But this little meme is a fun way to look at fandoms, of which I have many, not all of them represented here.

The one who seduced you, screwed you over, broke your heart in a million pieces, and laughed about it:
The X-Files probably. It started out so well, and I was so loyal, and then . . . then it just fell apart as it became increasingly clear that Chris Carter either didn’t know what he was doing, was mentally unstable, or both.

The old flame you don’t see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp:
Highlander: The Series. (My college nickname was Methos for a reason.) Every now and then I just really need to go watch an old episode of it.

The mysterious dark one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 AM at weird coffee houses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized s/he really was fucking crazy:
Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comic book series. Friends in college introduced us and boy did we stay up late together! But yeah, pretty fucking crazy.

The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor and whom you’d still really like to get with again, although you’re relieved s/he doesn’t actually live in town:
I’m not sure I have one of these. At a stretch I’d say Gone with the Wind or the BBC Pride and Prejudice, either of which I’ve been known to curl up with when I’m sick or depressed. Neither is really the type to drink all my liquor, though.

The steady:
Sherlock Holmes. In various incarnations, but you have to understand that I was predestined to be a fan because of my father, who probably would have named me Sherlock if (a) I’d been male and (b) my mother would have allowed it. In fact, criterion (a) may not have been a prerequisite. My father loves Sherlock Holmes, and when the film Young Sherlock Holmes hit theatres, I fell in love, too. I used to watch it EVERY DAY after school. This is not an exaggeration. I would pop the VHS in while I did my homework. My best friend and I would play Sherlock Holmes. My nickname was Sherlock. I’d watch the Jeremy Brett series with my dad. I have an extensive library of Sherlockiana. To date my car’s license plate is SHRLCK. He trumps everything else.

The alluring stranger whom you’ve flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with:
The original Torchwood series. I’ve watched some and would like to watch some more but haven’t got around to it.

The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with, but ultimately you’re just good buddies:
Bones. I love this show but don’t have that all-consuming passion for it.

The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool person except it’s never really gone anywhere:
The Terry Pratchett Discworld books. I’ve tried, but we just can’t get our relationship off the ground.

The one who’s slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at them and thinking, “How the hell did they land all these cool people?”
The Twilight books. For the love of God, I can’t figure out why so many of my friends find them “hot.” I read the first two but gave up after that. I didn’t find any kind of chemistry with the books.

The one who gave you the best damned summer of your life and against whom you measure all other potential partners:
Any number of Steven Spielberg movies could be inserted here. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade really set the tone for me, but even before that, Young Sherlock Holmes (as mentioned above). And after all that, Jurassic Park. These are all films as opposed to real fandoms, but they were the building blocks of my hopes, dreams and goals as well.

The one you recently met at a party and would like to get to know better:
I’m only just now catching up with all the previous Doctor Who series. Not the really old ones–my dad used to watch those and I sometimes watched with him–but starting with the 2005 reboot. We’re just now coming to the end of David Tennant’s reign and the launch of the current incarnation (Matt Smith).

The old flame that you wouldn’t totally object to hooking up with again for a one night romp if only they’d clean up a bit:
ST:TNG maybe? Now that I can watch all the eps via Netflix streaming, we can have fun again. Alas, it’s sad that the show hasn’t held up to the test of time a bit better. Back when it aired, wow! But we’ve come a long way in production values since then.

Your hot new flame:
Sherlock.

The one who stole your significant other:
He doesn’t do fandom like I do. And he doesn’t really watch anything I don’t watch too.

Another Teaser Tuesday

In case you missed it last time I did this (and I don’t always remember to do it every Tuesday), this one comes from Should Be Reading. The object here is to pick up your current read, open to a random page, and post two teaser sentences–but no spoilers!

I just finished The Ghost and am now finishing up Bespelling Jane Austen, which has four pseudo-adaptations of Austen’s work recast with paranormal elements. I opened at random to page 128, the story “Northanger Castle” by Colleen Gleason. Here, then, are the two teaser sentences:

She tried to settle in her seat and even to watch the play, but Caroline could not keep her thoughts from wandering hither and yon. She must investigate, if only to ease her own mind.

And After All That . . .

I’ve gotten very little writing done the past couple days. Been so busy with life and children, and getting over a cold at the same time. Hopefully I’ll get back into the swing, soon. I’ve still got people waiting for more Sherlock besides . . .

The news from London also has me feeling sad. I love London and would live there if I could; as it is, I try to go regularly to get writing done because I find London has good vibe for my creativity. And everyone there is always so nice to me, despite my being a stupid American. So I hate to think of that beautiful city having such a difficult time.

Oh, and then I’ve been trying Google+ but I can’t find any use for it so far. Nothing that Twitter and Facebook and LinkedIn don’t do for me. I mean, I’m supposedly part of a G+ writing circle, but the feedback is weak. Maybe I need better members or whatever. I guess I have found G+ okay as a news aggregate. But then there’s just so much junk that fills the streams too. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. If so, the interface should be more intuitive.

On the Road

It’s difficult for me to write at home. With three kids, interruptions abound. My husband also has a tendency to wander in and out of the room, and I can’t write when other people are around. All in all it means slow progress in the home office.

Which is why I like to take trips to go and write. Alone. I actually really enjoy traveling solo, and the fact that it facilitates my writing is sort of a bonus. A long weekend here and there can be good (I’ll be in NYC August 26-28), but to hammer out something longer–a first draft of something–I really need two weeks to a month at least. This is often difficult to schedule, but so worth it. And I can do the bite-size work of editing and polishing while at home.

As it stands now, I plan to be back in London at the end of February to mid-March. But it seems like such a long wait! In the meantime, I’ll try and try to squeeze out the words as well as focus on sending stuff out to publishers.

Teaser Tuesday

So this one comes from Should Be Reading (and I have Christine Rains to thank for hooking me up with all these random things anyway). The object here is to pick up your current read, open to a random page, and post two teaser sentences–but no spoilers!

Well, I’m still reading The Throne of Fire by Rick Riordan. Kiddie stuff, I know, and I am fighting my way through, trying desperately to stay interested. I like Sadie, and I enjoyed reading about London and being able to say, “I know where that is!” But Riordan is very formulaic, so . . .

Anyway, this is from page 110:

Sometimes he acted so much like a teenager, it was hard to believe he was thousands of years old. I suppose that came from living a sheltered life in the Land of the Dead, unaffected by the passage of time.

Gee, more Egyptian stuff, I just realized. Huh.

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