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kickstart the muse? [22 Jul 2003|04:08pm]

I don't know if anyone still reads this community, but when I saw in LJNews about the blogathon.org thing, I knew it was something I had to do. I need external deadlines and peer pressure. Anyone else here signing up?
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[09 Jul 2003|12:47pm]

Hey kids,
I'm starting a creative writing magazine online entitled The Dorian: Writers Online (or just "Dorian" if one-word titles are your thing).

If you don't write, send this to people who do, or would be interested in helping out. If you do write, submit, and forward this to your friends.

Help I need:
Submissions - I am accepting pretty much everything except fanfiction. Installments of series are not only welcomed, but encouraged.

Publicizing - This includes linking The Dorian on your respective web pages (I will be making animated banners like crazy, make no mistake about that...thank you, hacked version of Animation Shop...but if you wanna make 'em and post them to help me out, go ahead!), forwarding this email to your friends, telling people about it, and basically doing anything you can think of to get the word out without walking into CNN Studios with a gun and demands for free air time.

Web building - Though I could do this myself, it will more than likely turn out mediocre at best. I have a logo designed, and some ideas, but that's it and they're all tentative.

If you want to help out in any or all of the above three categories, I'd appreciate it. If you do me an especially large favor, I'll owe you one. : )

Submissions, banners, etc can all be posted in the_dorian or you can email them to me...afterglow_maggie@hotmail.com[no spam]

X-posted like...everywhere. Sorry about that : )
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inspirational words [10 May 2003|07:52pm]

[ mood | inspirational ]

I assume there are people here in need of inspiration? Well, there's a Tori Amos song called Don't Make Me Come To Vegas, with the fabulous lyrics:

Don't make me come to Vegas,
don't make me pull you out of his bed.
Don't make me come to Vegas,
don't make me pull him out of your head.

So, who's feeling inspired? Who'd like to write me a lovely little smutty, angsty, jealousy-ridden fic?

ETA: It would make me ridiculously happy if there was femslash involved.

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New Member - Fresh Post [08 May 2003|11:58pm]

Brand new member, wanted to get a little feedback on this fresh post, plus YOUR stories of sibling rivalry... Thanks!
Sibling Rivalry
My mother always said that although my younger sister was much more physically violent, that my words hurt her more than her fists hurt me.

Along the lines of "the pen is mightier than the sword" - and I am Mighty Pen - perhaps I'm also Mighty Mouth!

I knew, instinctively, how to rile my sister up - she being 18 months younger, a classic set-up for fighting if there ever was one.

I remember how I'd provoke her with one twist of my mouth, and she'd end up sitting on me, holding me down when I had to pee, hitting me.

My mother and grandmother would eventually stop this, because in their medical research they had found that sitting on someone when the victim had to pee caused cancer. And causing cancer could never be forgiven. Making one's older, brighter, more book-worm-ish sister throw up, trip and fall, or have bruises - all that was transitory, forgiveable.

Just don't do anything that might cause cancer.

Maybe that's why my sister never attempted to hold me down and hold lit cigarettes in my mouth...

The other thing that was not allowed was going barefoot.

If you were barefoot in the house, you would catch a cold.

If you HAD a cold, it was because you went barefoot in the house.

This is according to the scientific authority of my Dad, the man who would hold on to the end of the dollar bill he was giving you, and not let go.

Basically, there was NO WHERE permissable to go barefoot - except perhaps in the shower. And, if one was ever to be caught outside without shoes, it was imperative to constantly scan the ground for glass, rusty nails, pieces of broken bottles, etc.

I was in my late 'twenties before I could actually LOOK around at the scenery while walking barefoot - this training was so ingrained in my mind.

And now, as a diabetic, my days of walking barefoot outside are severely curtailed - in fact, the diabetes folks advise to refrain from being without socks and more structured shoes most of the time - because of neuropathy, diminished feeling in the extremeties, and the fact that wounds heal slower - and the very real fear that a cut or puncture wound on a diabetic's foot could lead to gangrene, and amputation.

But enough of that dinner talk.

Please don't tell my sister about this post - I wouldn't put it past her to sneak into my room at night, over the navy shag carpet, past the white ruffled bedside lamp, now dim in the moonlight, and jab toothpicks in my feet.

I just wouldn't be surprised.
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I could blow through the ceiling... [28 Mar 2003|07:58pm]

"But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run"

These three lines from 'Fake Plastic Trees' by Radiohead were the inspiration for one of my fics.

For years I've had a vivid mental image when listening to this part of the song - I see a guy alone at a bar, raging with his feelings, wanting to escape but knowing there's no point; he can't outrun himself.

This morphed into Jack in a bar shortly after his return from Edora.


Who's next? Come on! Share some of your moments of inspiration - big or small, boring or bizarre - it doesn't matter, we want to know!
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hello [26 Mar 2003|10:58am]

So, I heard there was a community that would help you with your muse problems...

My muse is Harvey, the plot bunny. He's a little pink bunny rabbit on a keychain, given to me by the 'Shipper List people at ScaperCon last year. I must admit, the problem lies less with him than it does with me. He gives me ideas, I love them, I think about them, I plot them out lovingly. But then can I make myself sit down and actually write the damn things? Yeah, right.

Hopefully this will motivate me. It can't do much about my lack of free time, but motivation would be a good start.
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Well... [25 Mar 2003|03:37pm]

[ mood | worried ]

I joined after some good old fashioned threatening by Suz. Then I realized she wasn't even a member. *Then* I realized why would Suz need to join? She's Suz.

Haven't had a new fic idea in a loooong time. And it's starting to worry me.

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"Prolificity" [25 Mar 2003|12:30am]

[ mood | curious ]

This is the kind of thing you want to scream about.

Luckily for josephides, she's too nice to yell at. Hmph.

So I finally got over to Gateworld.net just now and read the Joseph Mallozzi Chat.

This part, though not earthshatteringly um...earthshattering, still gave me an idea:

SG-1rules: Hi Joe, nice to finally meet you. I was just wondering if there was anything in particular you do to gain inspiration for writing an episode, and what you do if you end up with writer's block?

J_Mallozzi: That's what a writing partner is for. If I get stuck, I pass it off to Paul. It also helps to discuss whatever obstacle you've come up against with your fellow writers.

So the idea: I AM OFFICIALLY OPEN FOR BUSINESS. What I mean is, if you have doubts, or want to bounce an idea around, you can probably post it here and have it (hopefully) examined by some people.

So, my little question today, about Jonas Quinn characterization: Do you think Jonas would ever get drunk and ...uh...say some things he would regret?

*Talk amongst yourselves*

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As always, I do things ass-backwards. [24 Mar 2003|04:41pm]

[ mood | full ]


I joined this community not for help with my muse. No she's really awesome and always coming up with really neat, fun ideas. She (let's call her Nina) is one of those funky chicks with multi-colored hair, a biting sense of humor, and all the generosity in the world. I love her dearly, and she entertains me, day and night, with thousands of possibilities and ideas.

She's also an incurable romantic who can't come up with a non-romantic plot to save her cute little head.

Unfortunately for this relationship, I'm the one with the corporeal fingers. I'm also shallow, easily distracted, and quickly bored. I like people telling stories to *me* rather than telling them to other people. Vocally, I can't tell a story to save my life unless I'm damn tired, or it's 3am.

So, basically, I'm here because Nina's about had it with me. She won't give me Sam/Jack plots, and she's run screaming down the way when I hint that I might like to write more Obidala. She says I'm all about the 'trappings' of writing rather than the 'spirit'.

Please support Nina. She's about to give up on her pacifist ways and beat me with a board.

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Hello [23 Mar 2003|04:57pm]

Well I think this might get interesting so I joined up. =o)
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About My Muse [23 Mar 2003|07:05am]

[ mood | bitchy ]

While nhawk likes to be all constructive and shit, posting fun links to funny Steve Martin bits on writing (d'ya know he and I have the same Alma Mater?), I prefer to use this newfound community to bitch and moan about my muse.

First, to clarify, there is the Antimuse. A couple of weeks ago (maybe even longer), she took a P-90 and decimated all my plot bunnies. It was all very sad and tragic, yada yada.

Then, there is my muse.

A him. Not a her.

His name is Frank (go with me on this, folks).

Frank sits around on his ass all day, smoking cigars, not really pulling his share of the work. I ask him, "Frank, how about that slash I'm writing, let's get that finished, huh?" and Frank says, "Shaddup, bitch." Then I'll, even more patiently, go, "Hey, Frank, you like Sam and Jack, right? How about we do that nice little Sam and Jack fic? We can even make it smut..."

Then he'll look interested, but what he really does is goes and locks himself up in the bathroom and sits on the john all day.

He does that a lot.

"Frank, get off the toilet," I say.

He refuses. Says that Martin Luther was supposed to have done his best thinking while on the john.

"Yeah, well," I say to Frank, "Martin Luther was also rumoured to have conversations with the Devil and throw his excretia at the Old Baddie to keep him away."

Frank the muse still refuses to budge. He lights up a cigar (I can smell it through the bottom of the bathroom door).

With a muse like that, is it any wonder that I can't write fics? Course, I'd rather read one by someone else anyday (what are friends lists for?), but still, it'll be nice to contribute something every once in a while. But Frank isn't cooperating. And frankly, I'm starting to get sick of his bull, and am seriously thinking about trading him in for a new muse.

One that doesn't smoke, hopefully.

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writing is easy ;-) [23 Mar 2003|11:10am]


Writing Is Easy! Written by Steve Martin ;-)
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[23 Mar 2003|12:50am]

Hullo. Thought I'd join because my muse likes to play tricks on me. She gives me these great ideas at a time when she knows I can't write them, then when I do have time she can't be fussed to help me.
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Welcome [23 Mar 2003|12:36am]

It's all hyari's fault, of course {g}.

I've created a new LJ community, a kind of support group, for all of us poor souls in need of a good kick up the Muse. Or, as Hya put it: "...For those hit by the Antimuse. You know, we'll have icons and we'll like hang, and make fun of the writers who are productive, and help each other through the dry spell."

There was something in there about a secret handshake, too...

She may have been joking about the whole thing, but that's not something that's likely to stop me, oh no!

Welcome to... muse_me

Join up now!
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