( My Fanfiction )
Sign-ups are now open here. All previous participants are welcome. Anyone who is interested — and has enough Buffy or Angel stories to qualify — is invited to check us out and make inquiries. cof_remix is deliberately kept small, but we’ve never turned anyone away and never hit our maximum number.
This event was originally intended to supplement RemixRedux, since I enjoyed remixes so much. Now, with that remix seeming to be in abeyance (and I hope that’s only temporary), it’s my main fix. Come one, come all, invite your friends and spread the word.
It’s always been fun. Time to go for one more.
In this post I recced one of pprfaith’s works (“Glitter Is Forever”), commenting that it didn’t allude to how Buffy had become one of the Avengers in this private ’verse. Well, I followed out enough links to find out, and the result was worth it.
“i have seen nearly every city” relates how Buffy and Natasha got to know one another, and what it meant to them, and — eventually — how that led to Buffy joining the other proto-Avengers to deal with the Chitauri attack in NYC. Lots of good lines, interesting insights. Worth reading and then going back and reading again, and then bookmarking for further later re-visits.
“tonight, let us not become tragedies” is more a supplement than a sequel, but nonetheless a valid and profitable side-work. Check and enjoy.
I was supposed to have three days off in a row (today was the first), and I had plans for how to use those days. Things change; I have a chance to pick up a half-shift tomorrow — and the week was going to be a bit short otherwise — so I’ll be going into town to start at noon. Then I’ll hang around a bit, have a dine-in early dinner (at Popeye’s; yes, that’s my idea of luxury these days), then swing by the Vet Center for a meeting with my veterans’ group, then home after that to take the next day off. Not exactly hard labor, but some adjustments will have to be made.
According to sroni, Conal is now in a more-or-less regular room, still getting dialysis to bring things back under control but recovered to the point where he has his laptop with him to occupy himself while he convalesces. (Unfortunately, the big worldwide ransomware wave took out the network at the Dublin hospital, so at last report he couldn’t get much connectivity.) It’s an ongoing process, with more to be clarified and settled but with progress continuing.
And that’s it for now.
Back when my online fandom presence activity was done through e-mail communication and my own website (still found here, but lamentably outdated except for my own story listings), I kept a roster of fanfic recommendations that I faithfully maintained and expanded. Somehow that didn’t accompany me on my near-total shift to LiveJournal. I still see nice stories here and there, though, and today seems like a good time to point to a few of them.
“the Perils of Witch Slaying (or How Buffy Ended up in Dinoland)”, by pprfaith, is a short crossover between Buffy and Jurassic World. (Which I haven’t yet seen, but will watch within the next few days purely because of how much I enjoyed this story.) It’s both true-to-character as far as Buffy is concerned, and entertaining and fun in its own right, and the closing lines are delightful.
“Glitter Is Forever” (by the same author) likewise crosses Buffy, this time with the MCU Avengers, but — unless it was done in a previous fic I haven’t found — doesn’t explain how she got there, though she seems to be a member of the team by that point. This one is lighter and more whimsical, but fun enough to read and enjoy and maybe go back a few weeks later and read again. (Which I did, as I did with “the Perils of Witch Slaying”.)
Finally, one from much further back: I’d enjoyed but then forgot about “Agent Barton's Strictly Professional Interest”, by im_ridiculous, until something reminded me of it and I had to expend some effort and exercise some Google-fu skills to relocate the story. Not a crossover, and having nothing to do with Buffy (can you believe it of me? yes, I do occasionally and even unashamedly read non-Buffy fics), this one is also MCU, pre-Avengers. All talk, no action whatsoever, and a hoot from beginning to end.
These stories, and their authors, deserve recognition and appreciation. This is mine. Go thou and do likewise.
Last year I set myself to do a dozen stories — I listed them, with abbreviations for the titles — and wound up coming not even close to finishing. This year I was going to finish that out. Not doing so well on that. I’m less than two thousand words into what will be the fifth of the twelve (as listed in this post, the one that first announced my intent), and I’m stubbornly determined to finish it before I begin another. And it’s resisting me, and I’m letting other things delay me in focusing, and … Yeah. Familiar story.
I’ve also signed up for this year’s summer_of_giles. That’s not exactly invariant, but after my entry in 2013 I’ve skipped only 2015. (Invariant would be RemixRedux; the only year I skipped that, after beginning in 2006, was last year when it didn’t take place, though for a while it appeared that it would. Disappointing.) I already know what I intend to do for it, and it won’t be a major effort, but a small note in the eventual personality of Rupert Giles. Not one of the twelve originally posited, though, so it won’t get me any closer to my goal.
My son in China just sent me a query about how I go about planning for a story: detailed advance notes, vague outline, or just jump in and fly by the seat of my pants? I’ll have to consider how to prepare my answer in a form that will make sense … and caution him, likewise, that everyone who writes goes about it a different way, and the right way for any individual writer is the one that works for him/her.
What seems to work best for me is being on military deployment. I don’t get to do those anymore, though, so I’ll just have to find some operable substitute.
These are the remixes I’ve written, in the order they were done.
B = Backstage story — I = Independent story
sroni’s husband Conal is still in the hospital, but much improved. It got a bit extreme there for a while; he spent two days in a medically-induced coma, to head off brain-swelling from all the fluids he was having to process (some from his condition, some medicinally added to treat his condition), and he’s been out of that for most of a week now. He’s even out of the ICU, and his blood sugar is now only 150-200% of normal instead of 600%.
After the original report that this was diabetes, the overall diagnosis keeps changing; they probably won’t know for sure till he fully stabilizes. There’s definitely pancreatitis in there, but it can’t yet be determined whether this is pancreatitis aggravated by diabetes, pancreatitis precipitated by diabetes, diabetes aggravated by pancreatitis, diabetes precipitated by pancreatitis, or pancreatitis leading to diabetic crisis (but not actual diabetes). If we’re lucky, it was the last one, some as-yet-unknown infection bringing about pancreatitis which brought about diabetic crisis.
There’s been luck already. My wife Susan (sroni’s mother, yes) has been a professional nurse for decades, and some of the practices and terminology in the UK may differ from ours but enough came across for her to suspect that that they were treating — or laboring mightily to prevent — multisystem organ failure. MOF is one of those things like heat stroke: however it comes about (and can do so from different causes), it WILL kill you unless actively stopped from doing so. We’re clearly past that point by now.
I didn’t really have any idea how bad it was (or could have got) until after the major threat was over. Susan suspected, I think, but 1) she has a depth of vocational knowledge that I lack, and 2) her experience has predisposed her toward pessimism, in that the worst outcomes are the ones she’s dealt with on a regular basis. I’m just pleased that things have resolved themselves as smoothly as they have.
Apparently my son-in-law is diabetic.
I didn’t know this. He didn’t know it. (He may not know it yet, because he’s in ICU in Dublin, responding to insulin therapy but set up for dialysis if that proves necessary, and his state of consciousness is … iffy.) The onset was so severe and unexpected, there were no symptoms before very late Wednesday night and they didn’t become truly worrisome till yesterday afternoon (Ireland time, which I think is about eight hours ahead of US Central Standard).
I found out about it … well, barely two hours ago, I got home and there was a text from Susan on my phone that our daughter (sroni) had sent her a message by Facebook, so I started questing for details because Susan is still at work.
We’ve wound up using a range of electronic communications. I contacted sroni through Facebook text, got information, relayed it to Susan through phone texts, sent a summary message to my son Kevin (still in China, yes) by WeChat; then sroni went to a different part of the hospital when her husband was moved to ICU, and switched over to Skype on her tablet.
So many avenues, and we used them all because they were there for us to use.
People got by before these various conduits of information were available. Their lives were full and complex, so it’s not a matter of how unfortunate they were. All the same, I feel that we ARE fortunate, to be able to keep one another informed — and become informed ourselves — at such speed, over such distances.
The world is not what it once was. People used to say the globe was shrinking, meaning that the speed of travel and communication had made distance less of a barrier to people in different parts of the world. In that sense it was true, but ‘shrinking’ implies constriction, and my world is larger now that it was even when my children were born. The conquest of these barriers has changed not only what we can do, but how we think.
I am not unhappy about that.
[I’m re-posting this because I just noticed I failed to change the original post, over a month ago, from ‘private’ — while I was making sure everything looked right — to ‘public’.]
Number of my fics where the “f”-word has appeared: 20
Number of times some form of the word was used: 37
Number of characters in my fics who have used it: 12
Greatest offender: Faith (who else?), with 24 of the total 37
– Eleven times in one fic
– Three times each in two fics
– Twice in one fic
– Once each in five fics
Second worst offender: Xander (once each in five fics)
Others: three OCs, Gunn, Joyce, Kennedy, Marcie, Nancy Doyle (twice in one fic), and an otherfandom character in a crossover
Number of fics with f-word appearance per year:
Much of my initial reticence came from the fact that — though done for my own pleasure, and published online for anyone to see — my fics were written primarily as something I could share with my kids, who even by 2000 were still early teens. Obviously, as they got older, I became less concerned with their reaction … but, you know, I’ve just never been inclined to use rough language in my writing except for the specific purpose of making a particular effect.
The world has other ideas these days. That’s them, though. I’m me.
Here’s MY stuff.
I found out about LiveJournal more or less by accident. As a Buffy fanfic aficionado, I was constantly following links to stories recommended by people I trusted, and since I was in-theater in Iraq and Afghanistan at the time, I would find a story on a machine in the internet tent, copy the whole page to a thumb drive, and then read it on my own laptop back in my hootch. LJ was a major pain for that, because my copy attempts kept picking up all the comments at the end of the post; unwelcome to me at the time (more effort to get at what I wanted), but the commentary is what actually got me to eventually join the LJ community. Feedback was enormously more easy to give and receive through the LJ interface — though it took me a long time to reach the point where I could recognize the fact — and it’s been my primary online interaction ever since.
Maybe the new changes in ownership and policies will diminish or even ruin all that. It hasn’t for me, not yet, and I can hope it won’t.
Hufflepuff: Knowledge is its own reward.
Ravenclaw: Knowledge is power.
Slytherin: Power is power. Knowledge is one way of acquiring it.
Gryffindor: This – is – SPARTA!