now what?

Filter Creation: DA2 Fan-Fiction

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

I may have mentioned this before: I have a severe lack of experience in writing romance scenes. In order to correct this1 I have been experimenting in fan-fiction2.

Part of me is a tad ashamed of writing in another author(s)’ country, you know? Another bit is more pragmatic, and has the attitude of getting practice is no bad thing.

In point of fact, I’ve currently got two scenes from the game fleshed out3. I will be writing more, and branching away from the game itself as I go. Once I feel comfortable enough with romance, I’ll move on to my own characters albeit, staying in the same world.

This is where you guys come in. I need eyes other than my own on these.

Now, I just need volunteers.

Here’s what you get: access to this filter. This will not be available anywhere else except on this LiveJournal. It won’t be on my writing/parent blog. It won’t be on my DW account or my FB. This is it.
On this filter, I will randomly post fiction inspired by the game world. Some of it will be sweet, some salacious, some will have random defenestration.
I guess it will just depend on my mood.

But you have to ask to be on it. I am not going to simply add folks off the friend’s list. That’d be downright rude. Especially since I know that some of you have strong feelings regarding fiction, fan based or otherwise.


1 – Because let’s face it, I will have to have at least SOME romantic scenes. Not sex, necessarily. But if it comes up, it comes up. I have this huge stumbling block around this type of thing and I am sick of it.

I believe that what I am attempting is called “flooding” in psychiatry circles.

2 – for Dragon Age II. Gaming. Is there anything it *can’t* fix?

3 – Like many BioWare games, there are romance options within the game. However, because it is a game and has to appeal to a broader audience – than one, say for a book with specific characters – the scenes are pretty generic.


To be clear: all works owned by BioWare & its peoples are *theirs*. I’m just using them for the sex, man.

Y Halo Thar, Ovaries. How YOU Doon?

~ Bon Steele ~ 3 Comments

Advil, HUT!

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While sitting in MLHD*’s waiting room, I decided to check my email. Lo & behold! There is a notice from ACC. Now, usually I just delete these without looking as 8 times out of 10 they have nothing to do with my actual life. However I was bored. So, I opened the teeny little email screen on my phone up and took a read.

It said:


STUDENT ANNOUNCEMENT: TEXAS STATE UNIVERSITY ADVISING MARKETPLACE

ACC Students: Do you plan to transfer to the Texas State University?

What: Texas State University Advising Marketplace

When: Friday, October 8, 11:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m.

Where: South Austin Campus http://www.austincc.edu/locations/sac.php
Multipurpose Room, 1130

Why: Texas State admissions representatives will answer questions and provide you with accurate transfer information.

Whoa. I thought. Isn’t that the school I had been bandying about my brain as a possible transfer to an English program?

Why, yes. Yes, it is.

And, isn’t that the campus I am going to be at for a meeting with some classmates?

Again, yes.

Hmmmmmmmmmmm……

MLHD pointed at the serendipity of the university being at my campus.

ME: Nursing means paycheck on regular basis.
MLHD *nods wisely*
ME: And benefits. Can’t forget benefits.
MLHD: Mmmmhmm?
ME: ….
MLHD: Do you think you would be happy doing it? Long term happy?
ME: I…umm. I don’t know.

/ramble

* – Monsieur Le Head Doctor

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….Fighting.Urge.To.Kill….

~ Bon Steele ~ 8 Comments

There’s apparently a business in Austin called “Megladon”. It sits right next to “SabreRex” and “I-Rex”. I have absolutely no idea what they do or make. My pre-coffee brain insists that it has to be giant, mechanized dinosaurs and such, though. I’m OK with that. It means that at least 1/2 of my $winterholiday shopping is done! And, really — who *wouldn’t* want a full-sized mechanized sabre-tooth tiger?*

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New Gnus from the land of the idiots:

The Girl had a giant “cultural” project to do. It was supposed to be a glimpse into her ancestry – their homeland, their customs, some of their history — whatever Kiddo wanted to cover. She had two weeks to get it done. The first week was at my house — I gave her some information and I chatted with exJ (her Dad) about. I remember stressing that it was due on the 9th.** Flash forward to Monday morning, the 12th. I am at work.*** I get an email from the Girl’s teacher stating that her project was not turned in and could it possibly get turned in on Tuesday?

*whaps head into desk, repeatedly*

Oh, but wait! It gets better! Figuring that she had simply forgotten it at home, I called exJ and asked him to deliver the thing on Monday evening.****
He drops it off and leaves. Its a basic kid-project. Tri-fold piece of posterboard and a worksheet with some questions regarding her ancestry. I glance over the worksheet and have to choke back horrified laughter. Its pretty obvious that whatever else happened last week, homework help wasn’t part of it. Seriously. The worksheet said something about her ancestors coming from “Afrika” and that they spoke “afrikan and inglish”. Plus, that her ancestors didn’t like grapes. And that was all.

I’ll let that sink in.

Now, while its true that there is evidence that alot of folks’ WAY-back ancestors come from Africa (Lucy, et al), I am pretty sure that the teacher meant for her to cover her more recent ancestry. Not people who are about 200 generations out.

When I asked the Girl about what all had Dad done to help her with the project she said, “…oh, he couldn’t help me. He was in his bedroom.” ~

*beats head into wall, now* What in the friggedy fuck was he *thinking*?! Does it even occur to him that this is her LIFE and education that he is screwing with? Kids her age – the elementary school set – don’t have much social life – most of their time and energy is taken up with school at this age. Later – in Jr. High and High School – she will have outside interests and obligations. But for now? This is pretty much it. This is when her study habits will be initially formed. This is where she will learn to enjoy school, enjoy learning.

I am….I am at a loss. I want to talk to him and be reasonable. I also want to snatch custody away so that he cannot further harm her. At least during the school year. I am not perfect – we run late, forget stuff, etc. But, good grief. I don’t generate emails or phone calls from her teacher like he does.


* – The critter. Not the Marvel villain.
** – You see where this is going don’t you?
*** – Our swap schedule has us picking up le Child on Monday evenings from the YMCA (her afterschool program).
**** – He started to ask me to drive out to him and pick it up. *raises eyebrows in a complete and utter “OMG, are you fucking kidding me?!” expression*
~ – where his computer is.