the earth shakes! wraith pride

I just felt the carpet and the table shudder, and I thought, 'ah, it's just me', and then ukcalico posted that the earth shook. An EARTHQUAKE!! In EAST ANGLIA!

Also, I've just posted my wraith fic to my betas. I am so proud that I have finished it!! Or finished this penultimate draft, at least. I have never written a fic that went through so many drafts. It's like a real revision type of story! I discovered a joy in doing it. At one point, I had almost given up on this story. I started it in May 2006. It was in so many bits, all over the place, and then I sat down and cut and pasted, literally, with scissors and a stapler. I labelled paragraphs 1, 2, 3 and then I grouped all the 1s together, and all the 2s, and then I did it again, and again. And it had its own joy! A different joy from writing in the first flush of discovery and excitement, more of a deep-down satisfaction and a really getting to know the story.

And when I re-read the 2 parts that I'd revised in this way last week, I was so excited and proud! I love this fic!! I owed it to this fic to finish it! And all the revising really, really made this story. Because I know how humbly it began.

The fic is called Ichor. It's 30,000 words long. It's in parts (liek it's structured and all!!). It's John Sheppard/wraith from 'Condemned' (see icon), and that alone is enough for me to swoon in bliss that I managed to pull it off. The very idea of John trapped on a desert island with this wraith makes me cream every pair of knickers I own, practically.

life on the tectonic knife edge

Now that we are all Californians, living on a tectonic fault and waking up to the juddering of walls, I want to post my firm belief that t'son responded to geological conditions by being violently sick twice last night. Like animals that sense an earthquake, so did t'son sense it; t'family guffaws but I remain convinced!

So he had to stay home from school. We lolled in the sun (sun!!!) on recliners, and then watched two episodes of SGA series 4. Tabula Rasa: how fabulous! Adrift 2: less so. Still! I'm even starting to feel the John love.

Oh, sod it all: I am drenched in the John/wraith love. Been thinking about them all day, fine-tuning.

I've finished the Sultan's Ransom, the romance novel I was reading. I couldn't really cope with the last 100 pages of it. I felt as if I needed to come up for air. Actually, I've concluded that slash is not like romance at all. Because romance is not subversive. But slash is. Every single fic has its tongue somewhere in its cheek, even the worst bad!fic. Sultan's Ransom? Not a tongued cheek in sight.

Now I'm reading a Russian sci-fi novel from 1921: We, by Yevgeny Zamyatin. Ah, the heady breeze of non-formula fiction!

I want to make a post soon, comparing a sex passage from Mills &Boon with a sex passage from action writer Chris Ryan with a sex passage from slash. Three genres, three cocks.