Lately, everything I write turns to romance.
I’ve been trying persistently for over a week to write in the key of sexy. When my initial attempt failed, I turned to other couples, halfway desperate to kindle the ‘fuck me’ flame. From there, I planned to transfer the vibe in secret and proceed along my merry way. [[MORE]]Instead, I find myself listening to the best of The Gin Blossoms on repeat (Outside Looking In is a...
I save all my open projects to my desktop and it can clutter up real quick; cleaning it up today, I found this. I don’t think I’ll be continuing it, so, uh, here. Have a kiss. — [[MORE]]Dick tasted like vanilla. Which didn’t go a long way in explaining why he was kissing Tim, only that he had an unexpected, but not unpleasant flavour. The young Robin could thank that...
It's no secret I'm having the work day from hell.
Seeing that I’m stressed, D sticks in one of my favourite jazz musicians, makes me a hot cup of tea, and dances me awkwardly around his cluttered apartment. My job still sucks. But I’ve never been so close to asking a man to marry me.
:) - Rage Relief?
Submission: “…. This is a disturbing side of you I didn’t know existed Bruce,” Clark remarked, torn between trying not to wince as he heard another frantic screech and laughing at the vicious glee he could see in Bruce eyes as the animal on the screen went flying. “You have the kind of day I have and then tell me that,” Bruce growled, lips twisting into a...
That was cathartic. I feel much better now.
Forgetting I had agreed to make this site was entirely my fault. Giving me the login information for your host and forgetting to give me the URL or name of said host, however, is entirely your fault. -Alan
The problem isn’t just that we have to get folks to buy [Captain Marvel]; it’s...– Kelly Sue DeConnick on the dichotomous folly/urgency of pre-ordering comics, and her new “Captain Marvel” series, in an interview by Albert Ching at Newsarama.com. (via bowtiemoustache)
Fic: Unpredictable (Earth 82)
Bruce squinted, groggy as Alfred threw back the drapes in his bedroom. Rousing reluctantly, the man blinked awake, adjusting to the wane, dreary light that seeped through the window. It was another autumn day that promised to be like the seven before it—damp, cold, and in a perpetual state of demotivating twilight. Finding the ambition to get up before noon was an increasing challenge of the...
my future path has been foretold...
alan says: You'll be able to proof this, right? Can I send it now?
neko says: of course, adrling...
neko says: ...of croues.
alan says: What the fuck with your fingers, dude?
neko says: i could make up my own fantasy language, huh? thsi shit looks like real words...
alan says: Yeah. But, like, High Elvish. Or Drunken Dwarf
neko says: hmmm...denruk dawfr...
alan says: It's not that you're bad at spelling and grammar. It's that you suck at typing.
neko says: tru fax. though no one would believe you...
Last night when I was having a helluva time editing this piece, it would have been helpful if you had just spoken up and admitted that you wanted to wax affectionately on your relationship with Jason. It would have saved us both some time, instead of me waking up this morning to find that’s the case. Do you realize I’ve added over a thousand words to something that’s already...
I have my priorities, after all.
D: Any plans for the day aside from our dinner date?
Me: I've got a website to build for a freelance project that I completely forgot about, but it shouldn't take me long.
D: Oh, if you're working, I'll leave you alone.
Me: No, it's fine. Right now I'm editing the porn I wrote the other day.
D: And you wonder why I find you so endearing...
Now that he knows my deep dark secret, I can write...
The thing I love most about my boyfriend is that he gives me space to work. Sure, he’s handsome and witty, but if he’d turned out to be needy and possessive, it just wouldn’t’ve worked in the long run. Tonight’s a writing night. Rather than work on my open projects, I decided to write some Earth 82; the inspiration struck me rather suddenly and demanded...
No incarnation of the Batman should be this...
Bruce, how can you be this cute? I expected this from the dog, but not from you. And now the two of you expect to get it on? Seriously? How am I supposed to work in these conditions? That’s it. I’m calling my publisher.
Are there any Tom Waits fans out there?
Once upon a time, I swear I heard him do a fantastic cover of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah (which I realize is currently one of the most widely covered contemporary songs). But I can’t seem to find it on any of the albums I own, and I don’t know if the internet’s playing hide and seek with me, or what, but I can’t seem to get any info on it there, either. Is anyone...
Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not a replacement for...
So I failed in my acquisition of season three and D thought I’d enjoy Buffy based on my love of Supernatural. Truthfully, it’s not bad. But eight episodes in, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in it for the dapper British librarian who spouts ancient magical jargon like a boss.
Conversations with Teal
Teal: aawww Cool~ 81’s been silent for a while. you getting your groove back?
Me: I thought I might be, but Jason's not really talking to me
Teal: wuh oh. he mad at you?
Me: I don't know! But I wrote pages and pages of 81--just trying to plow through it and get something down--and it didn't sound right
Teal: well what are you trying to make him do in 81 that he’s rebelling?
Me: He's on a mission with Tim
Teal: LOL That’ll do it
Me: I know, right?
Teal: ha ha Jason’s probably like “You gave me Bruce AND a puppy in that other world, this one just has THE REPLACEMENT. No. Fuck this. Send me back”
Phone calls with D
D: Bring some of your stuff over tonight when you come. I've cleaned out the spare room.
Me: You're putting me in the spare room??
D: No, I'm putting your office in the spare room.
D: I know. My perfection renders you speechless, right?
Me: You ass. I'll cook. We can watch more Lois and Clark. I can't deal with cliffhangers. It's bad for my blood pressure.
D: Sorry, son, I don't have the third season.
Me: Excuse me?
D: I lent it out years ago and never got it back and just haven't had the chance to replace it.
Me: What? No. This can't be.
D: Hahaha...sorry, babe. I don't know what to tell you.
Me: I guess this is a job for Superman.
D: Would you settle for Batman? I could make some calls, get in touch with Oracle...
Me: I hate it when you talk to J.
thren asked: You know, reading your post when you were talking about writing I wasn't surprised that you'd have original stories planned out, but it also made me really sad. If you DID get something published that was yours you wouldn't tell us, right? Because you don't want us to know your full name and whatnot? That's the horrifying thought to me, that one day you'd create and...
I ramble about writing
[[MORE]]I’ve been writing for over fifteen years in various capacities, but it’s only within the last year that I’ve realized the shape I’d like my writing to take—long fiction. I want to write books. In my time, I’ve written articles that I’ve been paid to do, essays that I’ve had to do, descriptive projects I’ve needed to do, and fiction...
Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.– Mahatma Ghandi
Oh my god, Alan, I just found the butterflies and flowers!! It was in the last...– Neko
Conversations with Neko
Neko: I'm making a promo poster for someone I've known for awhile. I watched the thing I'm supposed to be gaining inspiration from and read the description of what he wants.
Me: Ok. Is he being a diva, or over descriptive?
Neko: Neither. I've wondered before but now I'm really stumped. I can't tell if he's got a touch of pink, or not.
Me: Hahahaha. Ok. Why don't you just ask him? You're friends, right? He knows you're gay?
Neko: Yeah. But he's also British. And a Cancer. Maybe he's just sensitive? I mean, it's ok for guys to like butterflies and flowers. I just don't see what it has to do with this thing I'm supposed to be promoting.
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Dick's hugs are the best on bad days.
For Boa. You’ve given us so much good work over the past year. Please know that you’re appreciated, regardless of the direction your creativity ends up leading you. ♥ [[MORE]]“You know,” Batman said casually, retracting his grapple and latching it back on his waist. “We’ve been partners for over a year now.” Robin grunted, giving his mentor the barest of glances. He’d been sullen...
It's obviously a slow work day.
And I’d rather be spending it somewhere else. Instead, I’m listening to the blues, fucking around online, and writing porn at work. [[MORE]]Days like this only happen once every other lunar cycle at my job. They used to make me nervous—a workaholic with nothing to do? Gasp. Now, I embrace them. I think it was playing this song that drove one of my coworkers to actually...
I'm so sorry, Clark. You're just getting all my...
But Dick’s birthday’s coming up and he finally told me exactly what he wanted.
A nice, warm, perfect day like today makes me feel...
Except fly. I’m not so intoxicated by the beauty of life in general as to think I can fly. Not yet, anyway. The day’s still young. ;)
It’s hard to make something that’s interesting. It’s really,...– Ira Glass
Please stop eating the comments and commentary I put on things when I post them. Not only is it inconvenient to have to remember what I already took time to construct when I edit the post, but I feel like an idiot publishing and reblogging seemingly without anything constructive to say about it (which is really the opposite of the case, as we both know). If there’s anything I can do to...
This reminded me of one of your stories. Have you seen it? http://daaakota.deviantart.com/art/Batmobile-Repairs-214470509?q=boost%3Apopular%20bruce%20jason&qo=327 ~Liz (starlite-decay) — Why, yes! I believe I have seen this before, but thank you for sending it my way. There’s so much I enjoy in this nice, neat little package. And the style is so distinct and...
clio-clover: So I had a really nice little idea for a ‘thank you’ gift for Tea and Alan for sending me well-wishes and writing me something when I was feeling down a while back. And I had a cute little part in mind that would have hopefully appealed to the both of them. But then I went and asked Alan on what characters he wanted. And he gave me Barry and Clark. Nertz. Clark, I can do fine, but...
kiwi-pie asked: Hi! I just wanted to let you know that your blog really makes me smile. I love seeing the things you reblog and reading your commentary on them- it always seems so cheerful and upbeat, seeing you on my dash just automatically puts me in a better mood. Thanks for being such an awesome person and making my day so often. :)