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werkin on that ster trak

@entrenous88 / entrenous88.tumblr.com

Semi-hiatus until July.  EntreNous @AO3. Writer, coffee drinker, over-thinker. Fandom adjacent (star trek tos/aos, pinto, unsolved,whatever I want, gosh).
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8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

For Star Trek, I’m pretty sure it was when I stumbled across someone’s bookmark or rec of Master of a Nothing Place by strzyga and fell in deep.  That story feels very much like a fusion of TOS and AOS for me (I always picture that Spock as Nimoy-esque even though it’s an AOS fic), and the quiet and intense moments between Kirk and Spock in the narrative were so haunting that I couldn’t stop thinking about the characters.  And that’s still the sort of ST fic I like best: one that takes elements of both of the versions of canon and creates a resonant magic with the character dynamics and world-building.  So as I started watching the TOS eps in order (I’d seen a number of them randomly thorugh the years), I ventured in quietly to ST stuff on tumblr, a bit hesitant because I had just come out of a different fandom that had felt really toxic to me.  And then there was so much friendliness and enthusiasm in Star Trek fandom that I felt immediately drawn in.  

30. What inspires you to write?

Certainly imagining characters in particular situations, hearing certain songs, viewing particular images, all kind of spur me on to work on specific ideas.  But to write in general – I just adore the absorption that can be achieved by getting fully into the writing headspace, the way the act of writing itself lets me dive down into a place of intense feeling and thinking. 

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Letting short breaks turn into uncomfortable hiatuses from longer stories.  I do think we all need breaks here and there to recharge and get a fresh perspective.  And I’ve gradually come to accept that whether I like it or not, I’m just going to have gaps and pauses when I am not writing – and to understand that not-writing is occasionally actually part of my writing process. 

But when I step away from something too long, I start to feel uneasy, like I’m no longer the expert on that narrative, and that I have to re-familiarize myself with it (re-read, re-think) and almost study what I’ve done with it in the past so I can understand what I was about before I walked away from it.  And that’s very debilitating, I think, because I’ve essentially intimidated myself and let myself relinquish my authority on a piece of writing that I own.  I think when I take breaks or return to a piece, I need to forge ahead more, and trust that I know what the hell I’m doing even if it doesn’t always feel that way – or at least, that the writing will show me what the hell I’m doing.  And that’s not about re-reading or micro-editing what I’ve already done, because for me that’s essentially a kind of stalling and busywork, but writing forward to discover the answers.

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Yay!  Thank you both so much for answering!  The too many features sounds okay if it’s not necessary to employ them all at the get-go.  Keeping organized is exactly what I need.

(Hi hi!  Thank you so much; that’s lovely to hear!  <3)

Oh god, with the lagging -- that is super helpful information, because I would possibly freak out.  Functional and useful definitely are what I am aiming for. 

Ah, that’s a good endorsement!  At the moment it looks like Scrivener is in the lead (the lag comment concerns me) but I will definitely check Storyist out since it’s been so useful for you.

Thanks to all of you for quickly replying; I don’t want to overthink this thing because it’s exactly the sort of decision I could get bogged down in (and lose writing/organization time).  So I probably will pick by the end of tonight and just hurtle myself into the writing-organization abyss!

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6:if people floated instead of walking, how far off the ground would you be?

You know, not terribly far, because I feel like being super high up would make it hard to reach for things I need.  Like my laptop.  And chapstick.  And beverages.  But floating along does sound nice!

26:would you rather be the sky or the earth?

The earth – there’s so much variety and texture, from rivers to sand to gardens and that seems like it would be a lovely layered thing, to embody all of that.  But I feel like my takeaway from these two questions is that maybe I’m an overly grounded person?  Ha!

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!00% agree that artists and writers shouldn't be pitted against each other, but MAN, the lack of reblogs that fic gets really bums me out sometimes.

I hear you!  I sometimes think when I do share ficlets on tumblr that I’m not sure about the best way to present them - put a readmore or not?  Tag it this way or that way?   And it’s a little disheartening that however I do it, it’s somewhat out of my control, in that people are generally disinclined to reblog fic from the start.  

It does feel more important than ever to reblog fics we really like, though, since the tracked tag system has been messed with – I have no idea how people who don’t see a reblog are supposed to find a ficlet on tumblr if they’re not already following that person really vigilantly or searching for it in really particular ways now.

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semperama

#65, Pinto?

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Jealous

(This is an angsty one, sorry!

Periwinkle and lavender are as different as night and day, and Chris knows it, but he isn’t in the mood to put up with this shit right now. “They’re practically the fucking same, Zach. Does it really matter? Just pick one!”

He regrets yelling almost immediately, because it makes Zach turn his head in surprise, which puts their faces much too close together. Chris is contorted around Zach’s body, holding two different ties up to his neck so he can look at himself in the full-length mirror. Because obviously he has to be dressed in his entire tux, complete with freshly polished shoes, just so he can pick out a fucking tie. Chris has been plastered to his back for what feels like forever. He can feel the muscles shift every time Zach reaches up to pet the silk. He can smell Zach—the dark, spicy scent the he wears now, probably because Miles bought it for him.

Chris is a mess by comparison, dressed in ratty jeans and a threadbare shirt. He probably smells like cigarettes and the awful cinnamon gum he chews to make sure he doesn’t smell like cigarettes. He wonders what Miles smells like. Angel tears and unicorn piss, probably. The perfect little—

“Chris?”

“Huh?” Chris shakes himself, makes himself look straight ahead into the mirror, instead of at Zach’s mouth.

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” He gives the ties a little flick against Zach’s chest and lets his tired arms rest a little more heavily against his shoulders. “Didn’t have my coffee this morning.”

Zach arches an eyebrow at him and smiles. He’s been smiling so often lately. Not those little condescending smirks of his, but authentic, blinding smiles. There’s no doubting that he’s happy.

“So let’s pick one so I can get my caffeine fix,” Chris rushes on. “Come on. Look. Which one?”

Zach finally turns back toward the mirror—thank Christ—and he purses his lips thoughtfully. “Let me see just the blue again?”

Chris bites back his sigh and pulls the lavender one away again, then smooths his palm against Zach’s chest so the blue tie lies flat against his crisp white shirt.

“I like this one,” Zach says, though he doesn’t sound nearly decisive enough about it.

“Me too.” Chris doesn’t really give a good goddamn one way or the other, but he wants Zach to make a decision, so this one torture in a long line of tortures leading up to the wedding will be over already.

“You’re not just saying that because it matches your eyes, are you?”

Zach’s just being cute. He’s grinning at Chris in the mirror, a teasing glint in his eye. He’s making fun of Chris’s narcissism, not implying that he would want Zach to be wearing a tie that matches his eyes when he’s standing at the altar marrying someone else. Chris knows all of that, but it doesn’t keep his stomach from doing nervous cartwheels or keep the blood from rushing to his face.

“Better go with the lavender,” he says, drawing the blue one back, ignoring the sound of silk on skin. He tosses the purple tie over Zach’s shoulder, but this time he doesn’t hold it up for him. He can model it for himself. Chris shoves his hands in his pockets and backs away, out of sight of the mirror.

The next time Zach has this suit on, it’ll be Miles standing next to him. Chris needs to get used to backing away now.

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entrenous88

Ow ow ow, I both love this, because of the way it punched me in the gut (and I rolled over and waited for another), and am giving it a look of pained anguish, because of the way it’s making me want to bury myself under my covers and never come out.  It’s beautifully done, Semper, you angst queen!  *goes to find duvet to make a despair fort*

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artlesstumbles replied to your post: Keep reading

I feel this way a lot too and mostly try to ignore it. With varying degrees of success.

That honestly seems like the best thing I can do at this point -- sort of anticipate I’ll likely feel this way, acknowledge it when it happens, and try to move on.

If you’re doing between 2k and 4k in a day, you’re doing reaaalllyyy well. I know I consider 2k a really good day, personally. Obviously it’s different for everyone, but I definitely don’t think you shouldn’t feel guilty for not writing more!

I appreciate that!  Basically my writing process goes through cycles and changes up semi-frequently (the trend I mentioned is for the last week and a half). I think if I wrote, say, 1k a day fairly consistently, it would feel easier to feel sanguine about that output.  But as it is, I always feel like there could be a less-productive period or a dry spell coming up, so I get that whole, “why am I not striking more while the damn iron is hot?” impulse.  And then, if I’m writing 3k in one day, why not 4k, huh?  Etc., etc.

I don’t know.  It’s also probably due to the fact that I function mostly on guilt and thoughts about making coffee and baking too much.  

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