laliandra: (sweetlooking brazilian)
I have absolutely no idea how that happened.

Well, I mean, I do. I vaguely think about things I want to post and then I get on the internet and forget all about it. I also planned to have finished some of the many and terrible WIPs I have on the go right now, but that, er, hasn't happened either? And then I just think of more things I want to write and I think my brain just sort of gets log-jammed with ideas.

Anyway, in the past month I have tweeted a lot, liked a lot of things on tumblr, finally got myself a TSN icon, totally made "wardo" as a verb happen, played through all three Jojo's Fashion Show games, had the sleep schedule of a mad insomniac and generally failed about the house in my socks and misbuttoned pyjamas.

I have had some on and off temp work, sigh. It's so depressing. The other week I worked for six days, standing up for pretty much eight hours straight every day, and in the end, I scraped past earning £200 *gets back under quilt and doesn't come out*

I also went to a wedding in Wales! It was... Are you going to call me crazy if I say it was very wedding-y? It was like the show-home of weddings. Nat's cousin is a professional cricket player and all of his friends are sportsmen and they all have very WAG parters and it was very... Wedding-y. Also I accidentally flashed my arse to a bunch of people but that's a story for another day.

Oh! Also I watched all of Band of Brothers and wept into my gchat window at [ profile] daisysusan and there were pretty boys covered in dirt and heartbreak and it was amaaaaazing.

I've been trying to write this entry for like, five hours, and I'm being terrible at it, so, like, ask me things in the comments or whatever. How have you beeeeeeeen?

To make up for it, here is a masterful characterful study of Mr Rochester, by [ profile] laliandra and [ profile] moogle62

ps no that is not my crazy wife in the attic shhh just come )

*Levels Up*

Jul. 2nd, 2011 08:40 pm
laliandra: (aspiration)
Hi my loves!

I think I've been more productive this week than I have been in the last two months combined. Come, let us bulletpoint.

  • I finished And The Sky Is Limitless \o/ FINALLY, RIGHT. I'm not sure quite when [ profile] brimtoast and I came to the decision that we were finishing edits and posting it but it was sometime after 1am. So, yeah, I stayed up until 4am. But now it is done, hurray and people can READ IT, the WHOLE THING \o/\o/\o/
  • It even comes in a beautiful .pdf that [ profile] shiningartifact made. IT LOOKS LIKE A REAL BOOK, YOU GUYS.
  • I started my new job! Look at my priorities, lulz.
  • I handed in my TSNBB draft! I mean, it's a sham of a facsimile of a thing but it is IN and that's the important thing. Go Teaaaam \o/
  • I fixed the bug on my phone that was only letting me have one email account on it. I have many identities, phone, I need them all at my fingertips.
  • I dyed a white dress green after taking it up and re-hemming it. Because sometimes I am a fifties housewife.
But yes, New Job! It's one of those jobs that is both vague enough that's it's very hard to explain and specific enough that if I gave all of the details you'd be able to find me. Not that I mind that particularly but I like to pretend I am some good at having a Sekrit Identity. Anyway, I get to speak French all day every day because all of my co-workers and most of our clients are les francophones. Which is really great but also completely exhausting. It's been a while since I spoke French, never mind had to parse conversations between a group of native speakers, so the levels of concentration required at the moment are kind of killer. There is another girl, Elodie, starting with me, which is nice because it means we are learning together and get to ask each other stupid question. She's pretty awesome!
Elodie: Sorry, I have a really sarcastic sense of humour. Don't take me too seriously.
Me: That is the opposite of being an issue.
Elodie and I: *have a long ranting discussion about how terrible Twilight is*
Elodie: The thing is, I'm a feminist. Saying that there is nothing else in a woman's life apart from a man, that is everything I am fighting against.
Me: *_*
The whole atmosphere is so completely different to my last job, I can't even begin to tell you. My boss is lovely, slightly mad and very French. She keeps telling us how much she values our input. She tells us scandalous stories about our clients and google images the underwear models who work for us.

Also, slightly hilariously, there are already two people in my office and one in the Paris office with my actualfax RL name. So I will be Lal at work as well!
So, yes, it's been something of a crazy week. I have been so tired I've just been coming home and napping. I know it sounds strange, but I think finishing SPAU really knocked me for six, the sheer emotional investment I have in that story and those people is overwhelming. I have to take time before replying to comments, partly so that I can do the dance of comment joy, and partly so as I don't leave replies saying OMG YOU LIKE THEM I DO TOO I LOVE YOU FOR LOVING MY BABY. Yeah. Writing makes you crazy, y'all.
Anyway, I have to go sort out my big bang draft. Apparently when I said, "I REQUIRE THAT SOMEONE WRITE A CONPEOPLE  AU" that person turned out to be. Ugh, plot, how do you worrrrrrk. And the boyfriend has made lamb curry from scratch. 
:D and how are yoooooou?

laliandra: (autobus)
Hey you guys!

*waves at new people* Hiheyhello I'm Lal. Lovely to see you. How have your *checks the day* Thursdays been? I spent most of mine eating icepops in the park because I'm English and suspicious of sunshine. It may disappear at any minute! FROLIC HARD.

If you want to add me on Twitter you should because sometimes things like this happen in my feed


Also I have been having a lot of Thoughts about heist!AUs, aka the merry band of conpeople stories of my heart. I'm not sure what it says about me that I cannot get enough of Lying Liars Who Lie but whatever, any kind of AU where people are super smart and kind of criminal is pretty much guaranteed to be my favourite. 
So when I saw the original facebook header I was like WHERE IS MY HEIST AU, SOCIAL NETWORK FANDOM? Come on, it would be so amazing. Mark as the head of a tiny criminal gang that everyone underestimates because of their youth and sweet looking faces until they pwn everyone and leave them sobbing in the ashes of their douchy big corporations? Win.
Which in turn made me think of this amazing gif of handsomeness, suit porn and fingersandleaningandnggggh. Ahem.
Inception/TSN? Arthur is like, I think you should tell me more about how that terrible man broke your heart and incidentally about those privacy settings on this "Facebook" thing... (because his research showed that the best way to get to Mark is through Wardo and the best way to get to Wardo is to look smoking hot and be super into him.) Orrr "speaking pointman to pointman". Even though I'm not sure that would be the casting I'd go for but STILL.

Also (Son of Also) it's been nearly two months and I haven't told any New York stories yet. Fail. What would y'all like to hear about?
Alsoalso (The Realsoing) I am going to be writing Glee fic for [ profile] pod_together  and I'm not sure what to write yet so if you have had any wonderful fic ideas/thoughts/prompts throw them this way. I want to write something good because my podfic partner is really awesome *is smug*
laliandra: (history)
This is such a self indulgent post, really, but my brain feels all implodey. I'm still getting over a throat infection and I slept on my friend's floor last night, which is the first bit on context you need. And Leeds train station was covered in posters for the Hush Hush sequel (the book that [ profile] altogetherisi and I find more upsetting than Twilight. Really. What Aja (and awesome linkees) said, only with considerably more swearing. My hatred is endless) which made me full of violent thoughts. All in all, everything is a bit strange and vague with sleep and rage right now.

Mostly, though, my brain is being eaten alive by it being all WIPs, all the time...

So, this is what the inside of my head looks like...

Inception (Just in case you hadn't worked out that this fandom has eaten my brain or were worrying about running out of fic *g*)
Oh, so very many (dangerous) ideas )

*cries* Steampunk AI AU which has been a WIP for *mumblemumble* months. Years. Lifetimes.
I can practically write this part from memory )

500 words of Summer fics
Yes, yes, I know, not summer anymore )

Sigh. And those are only the ones that have a googledoc of their very own. I hope y'all are doing well! Feel free to commiserate or just say hi or whatever. It's all groovy <3

laliandra: (blackdeyada)
I am twitterpated! (thank you [ profile] shiningartifact)


I blame Isi. She said it was good for procrastination and mild stalking, and I am powerless to resist such lures. Enchanted, ensnared etcetc

Um. Now what does one do?

Apart from make large eyes at [ profile] mcollinknight . Kaz is here too. JOIN USSSSSSS.

If I am supposed to say what I'm doing, it's writing about the weapon that is deathly politeness, househunting and pining for my ebook of The Demon's Covenant which I was cruelly dragged from. WOE.

And that is surely more than 140 characters of what I'm doing. My life is so complex, y'all! :D!

See, I will still need LJ. You can just use twitter to remind me about all the things I said I'd post...

So, er, follow me? Or something?
laliandra: (booksmarts)
Things I have not been doing: Posting

Things I have been doing: Rewrites. Rewrites of rewrites. Seeing Adam Lambert (!!!). Making a flux capacitor. Being rained on.

So, this is me apologising for the lack of me, and then leaving again. :)?

Also, this is to say


[ profile] bookdeyada is a super awesome bookclub where people say smart things about books and also we are fannish and delighted and seriously, people are SO SMART.

Go! Go! Go!

Yes, I am just here to tease and pimp. What can I say, the innocent face is deceptive...
laliandra: (adamsmilesatyou)
So, I plan to do a proper round up of the last year, like I did before with pictures and things and I want to find a good writing meme (if not I might just make one up but anyone seen any good ones floating about?)

But for I am going to talk about Christmas!

How did it go for y'all?

I had a lovely Christmas. It involved not doing very much for the first coupla days, which was awesome because, OMG SO TIRED. I went to stay with my boyfriend and his family in Warwickshire, so leading up to Christmas I had so many conversations that went

Me: Oh, I'm going to stay with Nat for Christmas.
Other Person: Oh REALLY?!
Me: It's not a big deal! All my family are abroad! This does not make me a grown up!

until when people started raising their eyebrows at me I could barely managed a defensive noise. Until

Me: YES, I'm going to stay with Nat's family, ok?
Other person: Oh REALLY? Ooo!
My Most Excellent Housemate Elliot: But no, it's not a big deal, all her family live abroad. Please don't freak Lal out. I prefer it when she doesn't wander our house muttering to herself.

I knew I was living with him for a reason that wasn't that he says "Epic Win!" a lot, and makes falafel.

But yes, I went and was generally fed and spoiled by Nat's mum, who is a good Jewish mother and frets that we do not eat properly. She also got very excited at having a girl to buy presents for after years of just Nat and his brother, so I ended up with all sorts of cool presents including green nail polish and some very swanky purple gloves. Whenever I put them on I feel like a femme fatale or other things that suggest I should stop reading so much fic *looks sternly at AI*

I also got an extension cable with a fuse from Nat (amongst other things, she says quickly, before he cries misrepresentation) because he worries that my bedroom is an electrical fire waiting to happen. We are so rock and roll!

Anyway, I also saw some random famous people (members of a band called The Enemy) in a oub, bringing my celebrity total for December up to 3. I think I might have forgotten to mention that I met Tracey Emin. She was selling her wares in a fake flea market in the Tate Modern.

And I had a wonderful time and liked all my presents very much, although I think my favourite and present of my HEART was that Kara got an artist to draw the first scene of my AI steampunk story!


Which I might put up someday when I get round to, you know, getting on with the story. It is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen and I kind of want to pet it and look at it forever.

Plus I got cards from various exciting places (I got yours today [ profile] taurenova ! Happy Hogswatch!) and what I am counting as an early present from Kaz, a tag of my very own (I just like tags, okay?)

I also got a very excellent Yuletide fic!

It is Nest Building and it is the most adorable thing that ever adorabled. I will never have a bad day again because I can just read this fic! And it sounds just like the book, I mean, exactly, pitch-perfectly like the book :D:D:D:D

I do not think that anyone has guessed my Yuletide fic yet (apart from the people that I told about it :D). There are prizes! Alright, there are no prizes. But there could be? Or clues. There could be clues. 

And then I went off to London for two days to see the marmfish! We had so much fun, I cannot even tell you. Well, I can, and I will, as soon as I rescue my camera and upload my pics. Suffice to say, it was amazing and the marmfish remain amazing and I kind of miss them already,

And I do not have to go back to work for aaaaaaaaages because next week I am off to South Africa to see my Dad and two (TWO!) cricket tests. So you must all remind me to blog plenty before I leave.

Merry Between Times to you all!
laliandra: (Default)

So it turns out Finals are hard. Who knew?

I think all my fevered brain can cope with is a music meme!

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload) 5 songs that begin with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

The lovely [info]scrtkpr gave me the letter 'I'. I've realised I pick songs because either they remind me of good times, plus they produce a really good scene for a movie in my head. I'm not alone right, other people make stories for songs, right? Right?!

1. I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You by Black Kids - This was a song that I danced to like an idiot in dingy indie clubs, yelling out the numbers with Lil. Plus the lyrics are sneakysmart and I love the cute synthy bass line. (in this scene our hero watches the girl of his dreams and knows she would be happier with him. Oh unrequited love.)

2. It Hurts to See You Dance So Well by The Pipettes - Hee! I just realised what a pair of songs these are. But anyway, I want to be a Pipette! They are all 60's girlband harmonies with funnier, feminist lyrics and they wear a lot of polka dots. (Girl realises that funny friend she always went dancing with was the one for her, but now he's moved on?)

3. Is It Any Wonder by The Shortwave Set - Not Keane. Though that is a good song too. I just really like this, all rains of piano and timpani thunder, with a dreamy vocal. I think I love this song because it creates more of an abstract mood, all pensive and sweet. And it reminds me of First Year of uni, all NBNW-ish cold rooms with thin walls and strange and strangely fun housemates.

4. In The City by The Jam - I was brought up on The Jam, my Dad is a huge fan. The Venn Diagram of my parents' musical tastes had a very small intersect, so I got a varied musical education, to put it mildly. And I like the spikiness of this. (OK, so clearly this is a stop motion type montage of friends going round a city centre, looking at the sights and messing around and generally laughing at each other.)

5. I See You, You See Me - I usually hate so much pure emotion in a song, but this so, so lovely. I think because it is fragile somehow, and kind of dark in places, and all at sea about love and yet saying that is okay. It's someone who doesn't really understand or usually believe in love, falling hopelessly. (this one has such a clear story. Really. I think that's probably why I am so fond of it. Shall we say it wraps up our dancing duo's story?)

Ok, so I'm only supposed to do five. But I have a shortlist of 21! So I'm adding a few bonuses

It's Not The End Of The World by Super Furry Animals - I have a bit of an on-off thing with the Super Furrys. I tend to forget about them and then have a song come on and go "wait! I love this song! Why don't I listen to them more?" I think this is actually a good example of all the things I like about them, gorgeous arrangements with sweeping strings and unashamed brass and random glingly things. And the fact that you can hear the Welsh accent so strongly. Lovely. (To me, this is a packing up and moving on kind of a song. Our heroine is sad to leave this room, this life behind, but she knows that she has to start a new chapter and move on. So she puts the last thing in the box and smiles.)

I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked by Ida Maria - This is a song of summer memories. It was just everywhere last year, in between my travels and watching festivals on the television in our new house in Leeds, sitting on the back step reading or watching the Olympics. It was a good summer. And the song is funny and cute and come on, that is a brilliant chorus. And Ida Maria is mad and unusual and I really like her voice. (Bad, bad friends with benefits, awkward knocking into things undressing and laughter filled flirting, all cut together)

I Only Want To Be With You by Dusty Springfield - Mum's music taste this time, and one of my all time great loves, Dusty Springfield is completely marvellous and I kind of worship her. Anyway, this is so sweet and happy! Which is a nice note to end on.

Hope alls well with all y'all! Want to play along?

laliandra: (love)
( I have just gone through this and feel there should be some sort of disclaimer. You know like people put Warning! SPOILERS! Well I think this post should have a Warning! TANGENTS! I can only hope that what I lack in coherency.... You know the rest.)

As you may or may not know, I currently live in the lovely English city of Leeds, but I am not from there. Here. Anyway. Also, last year I did not live in Leeds, but the also quite lovely French city of Nantes. So I have come back to Leeds and have fallen hopeless back in love with it, in short, I feel like I have come home. I have a theory about why this might be, which I call The Duckling Theory.

Allow me to explain. I have moved around a lot. When I describe my parents as nomads but without the camels I am not kidding, by the time I was 5 we were on house number 5 and continent number 2. Apart from the first move from South Africa for political reasons, and knowing my parents probably because they felt like it, all these moves have been basically just on a whim. This, as you can imagine, did not go down all that well with Little Lal when given as a reason for having to leave her friends and her house and be The New Girl at school again. I made new friends and now realise that it was a pretty amazing experience, but I have been left with a frankly bizarre accent  and a sense of not belonging. Everywhere I have lived in my life I was dragged to, mostly kicking and screaming all the way, and none of the places feel like home. But Leeds, I went round the country looking at universities, and I chose Leeds, it was mine. Therefore, like a duckling looks at the first thing it sees and thinks 'mother!', I look at Leeds, the first place I chose, and think 'mother city!' When people say "Where are you from?" I have an answer. That may not sound particularily exciting, but to me having a hometown is amazing. I can only hope this made sense (and that The Duckling Theory becomes a widespread, academic term).

I love Leeds for lots of other reasons too. For a start pretty much the entire student population is remarkably well dressed. I spent the summer on my Isle, where most people's idea of high fashion is designer sportsware, so I makes me happy to see lots of people being both stylish and individual. With a few notable exceptions. *gets on soapbox*
People of Leeds, nay, of the world. Can we all agree that this skinny jeans thing has gone on far too long and collectively move on? Please. They are NOT flattering on most people, I'm including boys in this as well. If you are too thin they make you look weird and unwell with massive feet, if you are even a little bit curvy they make you look huge. There are many cuts of jeans out there, ones to suit everyone. Be original, diversify!
Also, shorts with tights makes me feel quite violent. But for the most part, everyone just looks cool, beause Leeds is a damn cool place.

I love Leeds even though today the weather went from for-October-almost-tropical sunshine to End-Of-The-World rain in a matter of 15 minutes. Hey, no one's perfect, and love is acceptance of flaws right?! It also gave me an oppurtunity to indulge in one of my favourite sports, umbrella watching. There are some amazing umbrellas out there that give me lustful and covertous thoughts. I only found out recently where the word umbrella comes from (the latin for shade, like ombre, which means shadow in French.) In a rare example of the French language being logical they call an umbrella un parapluie - for the rain. And weirdly in English we use their two other words like like this parasol - for the sun and parachute - for the fall (totally my favourite), but not parapluie. English fails at logic.

I love Leeds because I love my uni. It has the best Student Union, which is both a massive central building and an organisation. The building has shops and facilities and the organisation runs literally hundreds of societies and also helps students with any problem. I love my departments, who are filled with crazy but cool and enthusiastic professors. I love the uni library, the Brotherton. If you've ever seen the film The Mummy the library in that is our library. It's the closest I will ever get to Hogwarts...

Today I also realised I love Leeds because it contains people I love, but also hundreds of thousands of people I don't know. I walk along and look at people and that other bit of my brain, the bit where all the crazy is stored, wonders who they are and what their story is. They could be anyone. They could share my interests. They could be someone whose story I have read on lj, whose opinion I've agreed with or who said they liked my Havemercy fic. They could be one of my favourite online authors. Or not. I love that. Before I lived here I lived on The Isle of Man (haven't heard of it? Don't worry, no one has. It's a tiny country in between England and Ireland, part of the British Isle but NOT the U.K ) and it is about as far away from that as possible. I know everyone, and everyone knows me. I should say that I am the worst representative of the IoM ever. I tend to dwell on its bad points, the dullness, the narrow mindedness, the isolation, and not point out, for example, that it is remarkably pretty. Seriously, google it, it couldn't be more picturesque if it tried. But I can't make up stories for people I see in the street, because I know them already.

So if my last post was an ode to fandom, this is an ode to Leeds, to finding somewhere where you feel you belong, which is a lot more difficult than it is made out to be. It is a long and crazy loved up ramble, but I hope you've got something out of it, even if it is just finding out where the Isle of Man is...
laliandra: (Default)
My life has been busy, and very filled with Harry Potter related randomness. Which can only be a good thing I think.

Firstly though, I need help. I have finally finished the first chapter of a long fic I've been planning for a while. It could probably do with someone to read through and check my grammar (I have comma issues) and general plotting ( I may be more confusing to others than to myself!). Does anyone know anywhere I could ask for someone to do that? Or would be willing to? And then I would really like to post it some more places, are there any fic sites people would recommend? It's at times like these I really miss The Sugar Quill. It seems to have totally gone away, and this makes me quite upset...

Anyway, back to tales of how Harry Potter has taken over my life, but improves it, really!

On Tuesday I worked a crazy 14 hour day, leaving home a 6 and getting back at 8. The job mainly involved sitting in a field, so I got a lot of reading done, some for university and then a re-read of Havemercy because it makes me happy. I found Havemercy because it was written by one of the writers of the Shoebox Project, one of the loveliest, funniest, cleverest pieces of writing, never mind fanfic, I have ever encountered. I also listened to various things from the awesome [ profile] longcarrides - The Shoebox Project and other things read aloud by the most talented Colline. It pretty much saved me from dying of boredom. I was also very much amused by the fact that one of my co workers was called Miss Amber Snape, who sounded so much like the heroine of a bad Mary Sue fic that I spent a lot of time in her company suppressing bad jokes. It’s not my fault, I function badly on little sleep! When she mentioned her father was a teacher I may have laughed, ever so slightly. It brightened up a grey, dull, cold pavement at 6.30 in the morning. See how HP makes life better.

Being on my own in the middle of the countryside was also very conducive to writing, so I finished my chapter and finally got round to writing something for [ profile] sq_drabblers  , a community I try to write 300 words for each week. It's a great little group. Finally, I started a sequel to this - Because it makes me all happy and smiley and romantic. Although its schmoopey.

However this did mean that throughout the whole evening a sizeable section of my brain was taken up with trying to untangle a plot point. And this made conversations rather difficult, and my entire contribution to supper was leaning on a counter, waving a spoon towards my boyfriend who was cooking in his suit with the shirtsleeves rolled up and saying "aesthetically pleasing." And the other part of my brain went, ‘that would be a great scene. I'm pretty sure people would appreciate the cuteness.’

And then yesterday I got home from another long day at Fresher’s Fair, explaining the 3 main points of the Leeds Tibet Society to people and giving out flyers. And going “No, we are not Free Tibet. Too single issue and militant. The free pizza is over there.” To sooth me I read a lot of [ profile] sarahtales . Maya!fic makes me feel better, and the discussion all over the place makes me feel better about being this obsessed. I.e obsessed enough to make this entire post… Also I love to analyse.
So, in short, Yay fandom! Yay Harry Potter!


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