Musician, writer, artist, gardener, Jane-of-all-trades.
I keep astonishingly busy with a wide variety of things and this blog may seem random in consequence. Expect Mass Effect fanfic (including the ongoing saga of pilot-lovin' Rhi Shepard), thoughts on disability, politics, and a liberal helping of goats. Especially baby goats.
rhiannon42 said: I do this with my stuff too, except it’s that my headcanon has changed and I sneak back in and update things so my fic is in line with my headcanon. >_>
I have done that exactly twice.
The first was when I decided I wanted Joker to be (less than an inch) shorter than Rhi rather than (less than an inch) taller. I realized I was actually seeing her as taller every time I visualized them, and went back chapters and chapters and changed it.
The second time was Ness’s major, which is one of those things most people probably don’t even remember being mentioned. I changed it from xenoethnobotany to xenosociolinguistics on a whim — and that whim will prove important in later chapters of Sunset and Evening Star, oddly enough!
Mostly I fix errors or line edit for flow. Rereading the first few chapters of aStSHB I realized that I had such a clear view of Rhi in my head that I wasn’t conveying it very well, and it’d be easy to read a bunch of her drunk dialogue as if she was considerably different than she is, so I went back and tweaked some things and added a bit more body language.
Also, I’m continually amazed by the number of people who don’t realize Rhi is black. Her brown skin is mentioned in the first chapter! So I stuck a tiny bit more physical description in, early on.
(Some day I’ll learn to describe faces, but I it’s haaaard. *whines*)
For some reason my new Bluetooth headphones don’t like Pandora, so I’m listening to the much more limited selection of music on my phone. Since I don’t usually keep many tunes on my phone, it’s almost all albums that Tinierpurplefishes gave me last time I was visiting, when we were talking about soundtrack choices for A Star to Steer Her By.
(Note to Tinierpurplefishes: I am totally grooving to Tesla’s Last Action Hero, but it’s better for Sunset and Evening Star. Also, how did we NOT get Aces High in there? Is it just that there was too much
Black Sabbath Iron Maiden already? Can that even be a thing? Doesn’t matter — using it for SaES. :P)
Naturally, I posted the meme and then realized that since I moved *everything* to scrivener, I can’t actually access any WIP stuff from work anymore.
SO I WROTE NEW BITS.
It was there, in the low-security cafeteria with its three flavors of required-daily-nutrient muck, that he saw Shepard again for the first time in months.
The monitors around the room played the same pre-selected stations day and night; a monotonous, annoying drone, the volume as unchangeable as the channel (to prevent fights, of course). One for sports, one for news, and one, for some reason, old childrens’ cartoons.
Joker usually chose to face the cartoons. At least they were different from day to day — even if some things, like over-sized cartoon mallets, appeared to be enshrined in holy cartoon tradition.
Most days he wished for a cartoon mallet big enough to destroy all memories of the taste of required-daily-nutrient muck #3. He was just stealing himself to force another bite down his throat when the room grew quiet. He set down the spoon, glad of the excuse, and twisted to see what everyone was staring at.
For a moment he couldn’t tell what the fuss was about. A simultaneous roar from the sports program and KAPANG! from the cartoons momentarily drowned out the voice-over on the newscast, and the video just showed a court room, camera so far away that all he could make out was a blur of alliance blue uniforms.
Then the newscast switched cameras, and he saw Rhi.
There’s been a longer than usual gap between chapters of A Star to Steer Her By. I haven’t posted chapter 34 yet because it’s kicking my ass, and believe me, no one wanted to read it in it’s first (or second, or at this rate third) incarnation.
I started off with a self-imposed schedule for my own good and the good of the story, because I know I work better and more reliably to deadline. When the deadline stops serving the purpose I need to let it drop — and for this chapter, at least, it has. I’m not sure when it’ll be up, though I’d guess sometime within the next week. For now, it’s off to bed with me so I can get back to writing tomorrow.
I’ve been all sorts of angry’n’angsty lately, but when I haven’t been riding the emotional roller-coaster I’ve been busily firing the ranks of head-can(n)on.
Y’know that scene with Joker and Shepard in the Presidium Commons? It didn’t really happen that way. It happened like this…
[flashback noises]: ~~woobly~~woobly~~woobly~~