A quickie.

[stillane]

Epiphany of the day:

Rafiki = Yoda. Discuss. (This thought brought to you by the sister's boy, who is far wiser than his years and affected bearing would evidence.)

Notes:

1. Still sick. Grr. On the plus side, I now have two functioning nostrils, so improvement is on the horizon.

2. I am desperately attempting to catch up on my backlog of feedback, and then fic. The first is proving difficult because I have to re-read everything to remember what I wrote to begin with - yep, memory like a goldfish, it seems - and I keep stopping to change things. Do other people do that? I feel very OCD about old fic sometimes. Like when you sing in a choir, and there's a tone off somewhere in the mix, and it jangles in your ear until you can feel it slip into place. Like that.

Also, I have a bad case of inertia. I feel bad about not responding, which makes me hesitant to call attention to the fact that I didn't respond. Which leads to me putting off responding, and the whole cycle starts back up.

Neurotic. I know. But am I nuts? *waggles eyebrows, and wanders off to find a handsaw*

3. As to why the second is proving difficult... I have 1500 words of Methos. How the hell did that happen? I didn't plan for 1500 words of Methos. I don't even think these are the main words, just the bones that hold the head up and the legs down. I have to go find the ribs now.

When there is some meat on these bones, would any of you be up to reading over it? Just to check that I haven't violated any of the basic tenants of the universe, you know? Because I may be slightly caught up in the Methos Is Pretty, and missing entirely the Big Honking Facts of Immortal Life.

Comments

[summertea.livejournal.com]

No way~ Rafiki = Yoda on some serious drugs.

*GIVES YOU LOTS OF TEA TO BREATHE IN!* (I find that vapors help~)

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Rafiki = Yoda on some serious drugs.

But, Yoda was on some serious drugs. *g* No one is simultaneously that calm and kickass without chemical intervention. I tend to think that all that smokey haze on Dagobah was a little something more than mist.

And speaking of clouds of steam...*greedily sucks down tea vapors* Now that there is actual contact between my sinuses and oxygen, vapors seem like a very pleasant thing.

[20thcenturyvole.livejournal.com]

1. Two functioning nostrils = never to be taken for granted.

2. *hands you a hawk for comparison*

3. 1500 words of Methos! *JOYGASMS*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

1. This is the wisdom of the ages. *nods*

2. *licks finger to test the wind*

3. Heh. He's a persistant old bastard, I'll give him that. It's not even a story, really; it's just that every hour or so there's a new subject, and he's holding forth on it. ("Leadership...") So far it's mostly what he thinks, and what's happened, and I need to figure out what's happening in the now that makes it all matter. It's like trying to write The World According to Methos, with footnotes. *g*

I shouldn't have expected this guy to have a normal structure, should I? *checks wind again*

[babelmira.livejournal.com]

have chocs.

On the FB thing, when I Fb an author, I don't expect a reply, if that makes you feel better (I always reply as an author) but as a reader, don't expect it.

There, that didn't help a bit, now did it?!

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Hee. Thank you.

As far as the feedbacking goes... there are so many darn angles to the issue, and I'm sympathetic to just about all of them. I know authors who don't respond to everything because they feel like they're being disingenuous by just popping "Thank you!" out there twenty times, and I've seen discussions where readers seem to feel that it's better not to say anything than something impersonal. I've also seen the flip side, where people were truly hurt to have put themselves forward in long, thoughtful comments and gotten no response. *shrug*

For me, personally, it's all about my mother. She spent quite a bit of my youth trying to get the concept of the Thank You Note to sink in, and I think some of it stuck. I always feel like I'm falling down on my half of the equation when I don't acknowledge that someone has done a kind thing, and having someone read what I've written (and admit to it *g*) is above all else a kindness. (Not counting flames, of course. Although, you know, I think I've been an anomaly; I don't seem to have gotten any so far. Yay for flying under the radar!) From a purely selfish standpoint, I feel better when I say thanks.

All of which comes down to yet another lesson from the female parental unit: procrastination is no one's friend. *g*

*nibbles chocolate*

[raucousraven.livejournal.com]

NOBODY EVER EXPECTS 1500 WORDS OF METHOS.

*runs away, runs away!*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Hehehehehee.

*ducks livestock*

Ironically enough, all day long I kept seeing the phrase "tracts of land" and wondering if they were huge... tracts of land.

I felt like singing about it. *g* (And now I'm going to have Spamalot stuck in my head all night. Hee.)