not dead

Just swamped at work and trying to decide what (if anything) to do about LJ's servers getting moved to Russia. Move to DreamWidth? Stay here? Take this as an excuse to unplug?

Well, probably not the latter, but it's a good time to sort of reassess, you know?
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Welcome, 2017

Here we bring new water from the well so clear
for to worship God with, this happy New Year.
Sing levy dew, sing levy dew, the water and the wine,
the seven bright gold wires and the bugles that do shine.
Sing reign of fair maid, with gold upon her toe,
open you the west door, and turn the Old Year go.
Sing reign of fair maid, with gold upon her chin,
open you the east door, and let the New Year in.

Fictional 2016 in review

Good morrow, masters all! I intended to be around more over this past week, but my family's been making a rather good attempt at 7 days of Christmas, since work schedules won't allow us the full 12.

Just for fun, here's the published fictional output for this past year, which kind of exploded into action in June. (Which makes sense; I was distracted by photography and screen caps prior to then.)

  • Retrofic: The Space Wars - In which the internet gets a glimpse into my spelling habits at age 8 or so.

  • If / And / Or - What was supposed to be a single SGA ficlet last year turns into 3.5 this year because I couldn't figure out how to get the prompt to work and so had to split it down into its parts. (Hence the title.)

  • The Family that Showers Together - A microscopic episode tag for SPN 11.08, because I couldn't help but wonder what happened to that poor bewildered mother.

  • Down the Arches of the Years - Another piece of retrofic, though of 10-year vintage this time. A bit more symbolism-heavy than I usually go for nowadays.

  • Don't You Know, Everyone Wants to Laugh - A comment ficlet, in which Jess tells Sam some of the dumbest jokes I could find on the internet.

  • One of These Days - In which Dean picks up where Jess left off, and Sam is platonically in love.

  • In Your Philosophy - The first of two fairly long-hanging WIPs that got finally finished. This one is basically a Naruto/SJC crossover, and I'm never ever doing a fic exchange again. Or at least not in a fandom I have almost zero knowledge of. Seriously, what on earth was I thinking? But really, this turned into an excuse for me to wallow in college nostalgia.

  • Falls the Night - Inspired by that, I managed to finish this, after something like 5 years. Apparently id fic for me involves minor characters that get killed off early in the show and an exploration of something weird, like what it might be like to see the future(s).

  • Tit for Tat - In which I basically wrote myself comment fic by accident/indulged in a tiny "what if" and got to give Sam and Dean a little respite in the middle of the agonies of late season 10.

  • Five Ways Things Might Have Jumped the Rails - This might be my favorite all year. It just turned out pretty much exactly as I hoped, and also gave me the opportunity to spawn a new genre: death-fluff.

  • Fic fragment: A Little to the Right - "In Your Philosophy" had a soft self-insert. This is self-insert of nearly the purest kind, except not my real name and also I got a little uncomfortable at using "myself" to derail the main driving plot of SPN, so I quit. But it was fun while it lasted!

  • Bunker childhood fic snippet - A brief preliminary sketch for the monster-long SPN AU deadlybride and I are currently working on. (26,600+ words and counting!)

  • WIP: Respite - In which Sam and Dean accidentally take a vacation betwen 11.05 and 11.06. Numbered as posted, but listed chronologically: five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | one | two | three | four

  • Poem: And So, Jacuzzis - A sonnet episode tag for SPN 11.17, because if the show's going to go all Shakespearean, I might as well follow suit.

Not a bad year fictionally, all told.
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Fics from Christmases past

Nothing new this year (other projects in the works), but here's 5 ficlets from previous years:

  • While Shepherds Watched - It comes like the ending of the world: the sky splits open—open, so that the things behind the stars are visible.

  • Whereat the Infant Lay - The heavens fold shut again, suddenly full of the absence of light and angels and soul-seizing music.

The tiny Dr. Who trilogy:

Christmas Day

May you have much joy!

In quiet joy now sing with hearts aglow!
Our delight and pleasure lies in a manger;
Like sunshine is our treasure in the mother's lap.
Thou art Alpha and Omega

O tiny Jesus for thee I long alway;
Comfort my heart's blindness, O best of boys
With all Thy loving kindness, O prince of glory
Draw me after Thee

O love of the Father, O gentleness of the Son
Deeply were we stainèd Through our sins
But Thou for us hast gainèd The joy of heaven
O that we were there!

Where are joys in any place but there?
There are angels singing new songs
And there the bells are ringing in the king's court
O that we were there!

Fourth Sunday in Advent

(actual running time is 4:30)

Of the Father’s love begotten ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been, and that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore!

O that birth forever blessèd, wWhen the virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving, bore the Saviour of our race;
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer, first revealed His sacred face,
evermore and evermore!

This is He Whom seers in old time chanted of with one accord;
Whom the voices of the prophets promised in their faithful word;
Now He shines, the long expected, let creation praise its Lord,
Evermore and evermore!

O ye heights of heaven adore Him; angel hosts, His praises sing;
Powers, dominions, bow before Him, and extol our God and King!
Let no tongue on earth be silent, every voice in concert sing,
Evermore and evermore!

Christ, to Thee with God the Father, and, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Hymn and chant with high thanksgiving and unwearied praises be:
Honour, glory, and dominion, and eternal victory,
Evermore and evermore!

Third Sunday of Advent

The angel Gabriel from heaven came,
With wings as drifted snow, with eyes as flame:
"All hail to thee, O lowly maiden Mary,
Most highly favored lady." Gloria!

"For know a blessed mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honor thee;
Thy son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,
Most highly favored lady." Gloria!

Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head;
"To me be as it pleaseth God," she said.
"My soul shall laud and magnify God’s holy name."
Most highly favored lady." Gloria!

Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born
In Bethlehem all on a Christmas morn,
And Christian folk through-out the world will ever say:
"Most highly favored lady." Gloria!