1. First ever fandom dream last night. That is, it's the first time fictional characters have invaded my dreams. ST: Voyager, mostly Janeway and Chakotay, with some other fucked up stuff in there. I thought about writing it down when I woke up, then decided I didn't want the weirdness of my subconscious on public record. Is this the point where I can conclude I've been reading too much damn fanfic?

2. Jude Law's cock. That is all.

Doesn't quite have the same ring to it as State of the Union, but it'll do for my purposes.

Just flagging up a wee change of direction for this currently languishing journal. This was my fandom journal, when fandom meant HP, then I went off abroad where the combination of low amounts of web access, always, always using computers in public and almost always having someone reading over my shoulder because "ooh, shiny, English stuff" meant my fandom time was soon none-existant, and actually...I didn't miss it too much. And now, well, I don't really have any HP stories I want to tell, and I don't have the energy to get back into fandom actively (which really means writing), especially not with the final year of my degree coming up.

What I do miss, however, is writing full stop. And having also recently rediscovered Star Trek (thank god for Sky One reruns *g*), I kinda want to focus on other things for a while. So, expect more original writing (mostly reponses to those daily15 style communities), expect a bit of Star Trek, expect perhaps very small amounts of HP, expect me talking about movies and such that I've seen and liked. If you're not loving it, feel free to defriend. After a year teaching reluctant French teenagers English, I assure you that my ego can take it. *g*

And the real life is still happening, over at jess_strasbourg

So, yes. I'm back. Sort of.

Got home at 12.30. Starting reading 1am. Finished reading 4.09am. Have slept a little, and now present you with my collected thoughts.

SPOILERS AHEAD, KIDS.

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Nothing for months, then three in a day. Go read my new fic if you didn't yet!

Have The Book, will read. Going to go curl up and, well, read. See y'all in the morning, kids :D

*glee*

I wasn't really all *that* excited till about 10 mins ago. Tis now 9.30pm here in England, and I am a big ball of wibble and excitement, looking forward to heading down the shops in half an hour in search of HBP. *squee*

Will then be staying up to read as am student who is expert in all nighters. Dammit, if I can stay awake doing some godawful essay, I can stay up and read something I actually want to read, no probs.

Anyone still out there?

I doubt any of you really remember me...let's just say RL has been completely unrelenting these past six months. However, most of the trauma is retreating, and I'm eagerly awaiting HBP. I also signed up for the Freeverse challenge (freeversefic), and so am presenting the fruits of my labour. This a Velvet Goldmine piece - Velvet Goldmine being, for the unaware, a fabulous movie all about Glam Rock. This is a gen fic, looking at Arthur in the wake of the end of the film. This is the first thing I've written in ages, and I suspect it shows. Nonetheless, here it is.

Name/lj name: Jess/moonfruituk
Title of story: Dark Dreams of the Past
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing(s): None (Arthur gen)
Disclaimer: VG belongs to whoever it belongs to. No infrigement intented. Etc etc.
Poetry snippit:If no one wants to make a home with me
Then I will make a home with myself
And wait for someone
To plant the flowers outside my window
And make me pudding

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You Are The Wayfarer Guide
"I'll show you the way."
Your deep insight and quick wisdom never ceases to amaze those around you. You are the guiding light for many of those you know and are not afraid to help anyone else who asks. Not very many acknowledge your tremendous help and effort, but you do not mind that so much. You've seen what is in store for them, and will be there should they need your help. You enjoy people in general, but are very selective of who you let see the real you. Others see you as an enigma of sorts, a mystery that is seemingly ever changing.

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So, for those who have not yet noticed, somniesperus has updated the Tea Series with part six, Possession. Which is fabulous, and woo and yay, and I am looking forward to reading. BUT because I connect from school, the stupid Académie has stupid blocking software up which, as you may have guessed, blocks the sit. Thus, if someone could send me Possession as a .txt file to moonfruit@gmail.com, I would love you forever and ever and ever. Thank you my lovelies.

Also, there are a couple of essay type things in the works, but they're not quite ready yet. It's proving incredibly hard to stay connected to fandom this year - there's an awful lot going on in my life, which when combined with very limited internet access, means that I miss you guys!!


ETA: the lovely ptyx has kindly sent me the file...thank you! :)

So, yes. It could be that I am generally clueless and have missed some massive kerfluffle...but where did andropotterist go? It's all crossed out and stuff...

Big love to all.

*sniff*

Arthur Miller, RIP.

This makes me incredibly sad - along with Tennessee Williams, Miller is one of my all-time favourite dramatists, simply because he wrote plays that pulled you along with them, and that showed you something about people. Every single time I've seen one of his plays on stage, I've had that desire to want to do something to stop the situation the characters find themselves in, because what he writes can be so awful, and it's awful because it's true. Because he shows you how the American Dream is rotten and twisted, and ordinary people trying to work out life, and just, yeah. He rocks, and I'm so sad that such a talent has gone.

*sniff*

So, loads of people are doing this, so you can skip right along. But there's not much, really, so it shouldn't take you long.

La Caverne des Idées/The Athenian Murders, J.C. Somoza.
Originally written in Spanish, I read it in French, and just devoured it, totally, in two days. It's been a long time since a book has held me so totally captive, and has made me wish I could read even faster than I already do.
It's set in Ancient Greece, in the time of Plato, and starts off with a student at Plato's academy found dead in the woods just outide Athens; it appears he's been attacked by wolves and his heart ripped out. His mentor at the Academy goes to see the Dechiffreur des Enigmes, asking him to find out what happened, since he's not satisfyed by the apparent explanation. What follows is a maze of possible explanations, where the probable explanation turns out to be completely incorrect. There is a further twist in that the book is "written" from the point of view of a man who is translating the manuscript 1000 years later. He becomes increasingly caught up in the narrative he's trying to unravel, and the ending will leave you open-mouthed. If you like books that screw completely with your mind, this one's for you. Part philosophy, part history, part detective novel, and completely genius. I cannot recommend this highly enough.

Northern Lights, Philip Pullman.
Yes, so the rest of the world has already read this, but I hadn't, so there. I loved it tho. I like how the world we're presented with isn't really explained, we're just left to negociate it - for example, the daemons are never really explained, just presented as a part of this world. It's well and compellingly written, and had me racing through the pages. I just got the next two out of the library, and am looking forward to reading them.

Les Vues Animées, Michel Tremblay.
Tremblay is a canadian writer who I studied last year, and when I saw this book of his in the library, I leapt on it. He writes well, and in an uncomplicated fashion, which is always nice. This book deals with his childhood experiences of going to the cinema, and how the various films he saw impacted him and shaped the man he would become. For anyone who's studied Tremblay, it's a really interesting insight into him, and for anyone else, is an interesting look at how media can have a strong influence on us.

The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold.
Narrated from the point of view of Susie, a 14 year old who was murdered, this book shows her watching her family from heaven, showing them coming to terms with her death. Its main characteristic is its simplicity. This isn't a dramatic book with lots of turns and twists, it's narrated in an almost subdued manner that does at times make you want to cry (tho I didn't, but then I don't cry that often at books). It doesn't try to be anything grand or philosophical, and is, I think, better for it. I was a bit disappointed that there wasn't more resolution, but then it occured to me that that's perhaps the point. Grief is never really resolved, you just learn to live differently to accomadate it.

Any questions or comments? Fire away....

I quite like this one :) And I think it's pretty accurate as well.

This is possibly one of my fave memes: Ask me up to four questions, no matter how personal, dirty, private or random. I have to answer them honestly. Go on! Ask away.

( And now the ABC meme. )

todayiamadaisy lives in Australia, which is funky. That gives me two people who I know of who live in Oz.

OUr flists share one community and one person, which is good coz I meant I got to find out lots of new things about lots of new people.

littlepinkfaery appears to be a teacher, sort of like me.

A new one to me, daisy has language log on her flist, which talks about linguistics, thus is many kinds of cool.

Another new person I like is cruisedirector, who posts a poem a day and thus is probably going to be friended fairly swiftly.

New to me was [Unknown LJ tag]. I've never really been much of a one for comic books, but I can see why people like them. They are kind of fun. However, I think the community is a little busy for my flist. Maybe next year when I have more time for everything.

fernwithy is in the middle of writing a story that involves Dora/Remus, and that I like lots, despite not really having a clue what's going on.

tabouli gets a lot of junk mail, including stuff for very expensive rings. she also has an underwear thief in her building, which is quite distressing really.

As seen here, tumulus posts gorgeous pictures.

slemslempikeis from my home town, which excites me more that it perhaps should.

Overall, I enjoyed my day on todayiamadaisy's flist, and will probably be friending several people as a result, including her!

Today, todayiamadaisy will be hanging around on my flist, so play nice, kids!

A late Happy New Year to all and sundry. May you be happy and fulfilled this year.

Am back in France now, which is good. My life is once again quiet and french.

Remember how like ages ago, I started NaNoWriMo, and then my life kinda spazzed out and I completely failed to finish it? Well, I started again. Hop on over to moonfruit_nano to check out the latest four chapters.

Lalala. Really don't have a lot else to say. Living in France is not conduicive to staying in touch with fandom, but then there's enough going on in my head just now to keep me busy.

Take care.

At this point there should probably be some kind of deep philosophical meditation on a term spent in France and being thrown in at the deep end of teaching. And that may well come. but for now, I have just this to say.

I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW

sometimes, living in france is really, really shit.

A few random bits of stuff:

Am using Mozilla Firefox in cybercafe. It kicks ass. Better than IE, less cluttered than Opera.

This is funny.

I am lame when it comes to getting fic written. I think I need to do some major writing this weekend. Queerditch Remix and NaNoWriMo.

I have, however, been uber-social this week. And enjoyed it all. France has been good to me this week, so I am happy.

Also, a good meme:
Post an anonymous love letter in the comments here to the person who's been on your mind. Now's your chance to pour out your heart and let someone know how much you really care. You can write to your secret crush, your longtime lover, best friend, or to any other of the special people in your life.

Big love to all. If you don't want to write a love letter, tell me something about your life. A random incident that happened this week, or what you love about your life just now, or anything, really. I'll start: Just now, I have friends in France so I am happy.

OK. Here's the deal. As the fact that I'm making an announcement at all probably tells you, I'm not going to get this thing finished, for a few reasons, which can be summed up as I Live In France. In more detail:

1. Some stuff happened last week, and things which at home with people around to talk to would be small, amusing episodes turn into epic, insomnia causing crises that generally leave me with no time and desire to write.

2. In winter, the Alsace is cold. I mean, right now it's 4 degrees, at best, and it's going to get colder. Since my heating is not fantastic, I end up working in the school I work at, often until 5.30. So by the time I get home, there's not much time to write.

I'm genuinly really sorry about this, and I do intend to finish the story. But it won't be by the end of the month. Right now, I should be almost at 40.000 words. I'm at 28.000. I'm not giving up, I'm just being honest. Thanks to everyone who's supported me, and keep watching moonfruit_nano for updates!