Dec. 11th, 2012

jenniferkoliver: (EXO-M | Tao)
Can I stay in denial that LJ fandom is slowly dying? More and more people are leaving. I like Dreamwidth, but it still doesn't feel like home. I've been on LJ since 2003 in various incarnations; it's like watching an old, good friend gradually slip away.

OK, enough with the melancholy. There are positive things! It's my wonderful BFF [livejournal.com profile] davidrcooke's birthday this week, and that was cause to celebrate last weekend. After hopping down to Southampton on Friday night, me, Dave and his partner Chris went out to The Olive Tree restaurant, where I had the most delicious confit duck leg & pan-fried duck breast with herb mashed potatoes and Morello cherry sauce, followed by a mocha cheesecake. Nom. Later that evening, after they'd had some wine, I cunningly EXO-bombed Dave and Chris, making them watch the phenomenon that is shaky pockets in the History video. Oh, how I laughed. On Saturday we somehow managed to cram Portsmouth and Winchester into our day, though the Winchester Christmas market was so crowded we couldn't get to many of the stalls for a proper look around. In true me-like tradition, I bought my own Xmas presents: an Emporio Armani "Diamonds" gift set (if only we had smell-o-screen!), and a cute plum-coloured Superdry coat that was on sale. It was the last on the rack, it was in my size, and I saved £27. Mm, bargains. They almost taste as good as mocha cheesecake.

And in true me-like tradition, I forgot to take any photos.

I've passed 40k words on the steampunk novel draft #2. It's a bit of a milestone, possibly marking halfway. The first draft rounded out at only 63k words, but it was one-sided, told by only one of my two main characters. This version has both POVs, plus some little extras that I hope will make it more structurally interesting. I'm going to try and write the next 10k words before the 25th.

I've also been struggling with my zombies in a new short story in progress. The trouble with zombies is they're not prone to thinking, well, much of anything apart from braaaaains; they certainly shouldn't be having deep, literary thoughts about un-life and such, especially when they haven't eaten any brains in a while. There must be a way around this, however, and I'm determined to find it.

And now, I must go and write all the Christmas cards in the universe (or so it feels, on this side of the pile).

Night of the Hunter, by 30 Seconds to Mars.

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