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So, this year, in between trying to graduate, writing a thesis, getting a job, and figuring out what the heck is up with my life, the standard "year in review" meme isn't going to cut it.
Fic Written
Zero Failure Modes | Persona 4, PG-13 | Yousuke Hanamura, Naoto Shirogane | 3660 words
Upon a Distant Shore | Haibane Renmei/Avatar: the Last Airbender crossover, G | Kana | 2031 words
Current Works in Progress
釘頭 (A:tLA: alternate character interpretation of the Bei Fongs, assuming historical parallels of Earth Kingdom -> Tang/Ten Kingdoms China, Fire Nation -> Tokugawa (Edo)/early Second Shōwa Japan)
He had cousins once. Young men, boys really, who marched out to do their duty for the Earth King on his throne in the Impenetrable City, to protect and honor their family and ancestors in Gaoling. For one hundred years, Earth Kingdom boys, and talented girls, went off to die for some lord's ambitions. In his mind's eye, he imagines a boy with Poppy's eyes and his face. A boy with Xiang's lopsided grin, a boy who would die in flames and smoke as he did his duty and stood before the Fire Lord's endless army.
When Lao Bei Fong holds his daughter for the first time, blind and squalling like Huáng-lóng himself, he is glad she is not his son.
Life Beyond the Minimum Safe Distance (the Iron Man (movie)/Stargate fusion. The one in which the part of Tony Stark is played by Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson is Pepper Potts, and Cam Mitchell is James Rhodes. Also known as the Crack!Fic That Would Not Die)
She stands in her workshop, arms folded across her chest, and chews on her bottom lip as she stares at the holographic projection of the prototype's schematics. She glances up into the silver mask of the prototype itself, standing silently in a corner. The oxygen flow is a problem. It's frustrating because she's been doing military spec for so long, it's ingrained, and now she's had to go back to her blasted data tables for the thermodynamic and fluid properties of oxygen. But seeing as how she'd really like to be able to breathe in the upper atmosphere while going at exceedingly high velocities, well, back to the data it was.
The problem was keeping the air flow regular while undergoing extreme differences to temperature and pressure. They'd solved that problem in the 1950s somewhat and had pilots train in high-G conditions and under oxygen deprivation to make up the difference. Something, as Daniel rightly pointed out, she didn't have.
The data tables say there had to be a way. Every inch of her screams that that there has to be a way.
All Sam needs to do is find it.
Wintermarch (original fantasy work. Child mages/mercs, now grown up in a world that either hates or reveres magic, after the war and coming home to a succession issue. Includes demons.)
He could see Lady Setsuko (Kiyo's mother, and Serj didn't think he'd ever get over the fact that one of them had a parent who cared and was still breathing) making a beeline for their little table in the corner. From the way Kiyo's shoulders tightened just a little, he knew she'd sensed it too. Serj raised an eyebrow, and she sighed. Point to him.
"Hello, mother." she said lowly, not taking her eyes off the cup of sake in her hand.
"Kiyo. Serj. So this is where you hid yourselves." Lady Setsuko's tone was forcefully light, and he saw her stop herself from putting her hand on Kiyo's shoulder. Serj could see the minute tremble in her hands as she painfully restrained herself from touching her eldest child. He watched the hand fall back to her side before he spoke.
Serj rose from his seat and pulled out Tam's abandoned chair. "Would you care to join us?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kiyo's eyes widen fractionally.
Really, this was for her own good.
"I wouldn't want to impose..."
He saw Kiyo open her mouth, and he quickly grabbed the bottle on the table and refilled her cup. "Kiyo, shut up and drink your sake." He ignored her glare trying to burn holes into his skull as he turned back to Lady Setsuko and smiled brightly. "You're not imposing, milady."
Gamewriting in Progress
Synchronicity - 10-day LARP under the MIT Assassins Guild, hopefully running in Jan 2011. Set in modern-day New York, when Manhattan suddenly and mystereously goes under lockdown, and people have to come to grips with themselves and inner demons before its too late.
Stargate: Atlantis RPG - tabletop d20 expansion to the SG game by Alderic Entertainment. Currently in need of playtesters. To be included is the Pegasus Remix campaign setting.
Avatar: the Last Airbender RPG - tabletop system. Currently very early in development. Non-d20. Experimental game system that may or may not work.
Thoughts on Writing
Productivity? Not as productive on the fiction writing as I would have liked. On the other hand, I wrote quite a few major papers and an undergraduate thesis, and then mentored some people this summer on writing their first LARP in Guild Camp. And by the end of the year, I really wasn't feeling the urge to write straight-up long fiction. I had the ideas, but none of the drive.
Thoughts on fandoms? I'm definately wandering again. I'm utterly and completely obsessed with Shin Megami Tensei/Persona, to the extent that it's infecting everything else. As well as completely adoring Avatar: the Last Airbender. I still like SG-1, but it's turning more into a quiet fandom for me, and I'm finding myself going back to my roots in anime and video game fandoms. Or at least, coming up with stories, writing, and reading in those fandoms. I'm not active in them yet, but that might change soon.
Thoughts on original work? I'm happier with my worldbuilding in my head that's coming along for Wintermarch. Considering it changed this year from sketches of a weird sci-fi thing to story of rare-magic-fantasy-with-demons, it underwent something. Synch is going to eat my life this year, which I'm looking forward to because it's been a long time since I've written a plotty tenday. And I think I might finally be ready to start again on xaos.
Any risks taken? Wrote in two new fandoms. Until I port over to AO3 or get an FF.net account, they're probably going to sit there unchallenged and without much feedback on how I did or where I need to improve. Because of course I wrote for fandoms that maybe one other person on my flist is familiar with. Which is indicative that I desperately need to get out of my comfort zone here.
Goals for next year? Write more. Write a tenday. See if I can't make headway on tabletops and/or tabletop campaigns. Actually put things up on my AO3 acount.
Years Previous
2009
2008
Fic Written
Zero Failure Modes | Persona 4, PG-13 | Yousuke Hanamura, Naoto Shirogane | 3660 words
Upon a Distant Shore | Haibane Renmei/Avatar: the Last Airbender crossover, G | Kana | 2031 words
Current Works in Progress
釘頭 (A:tLA: alternate character interpretation of the Bei Fongs, assuming historical parallels of Earth Kingdom -> Tang/Ten Kingdoms China, Fire Nation -> Tokugawa (Edo)/early Second Shōwa Japan)
He had cousins once. Young men, boys really, who marched out to do their duty for the Earth King on his throne in the Impenetrable City, to protect and honor their family and ancestors in Gaoling. For one hundred years, Earth Kingdom boys, and talented girls, went off to die for some lord's ambitions. In his mind's eye, he imagines a boy with Poppy's eyes and his face. A boy with Xiang's lopsided grin, a boy who would die in flames and smoke as he did his duty and stood before the Fire Lord's endless army.
When Lao Bei Fong holds his daughter for the first time, blind and squalling like Huáng-lóng himself, he is glad she is not his son.
Life Beyond the Minimum Safe Distance (the Iron Man (movie)/Stargate fusion. The one in which the part of Tony Stark is played by Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson is Pepper Potts, and Cam Mitchell is James Rhodes. Also known as the Crack!Fic That Would Not Die)
She stands in her workshop, arms folded across her chest, and chews on her bottom lip as she stares at the holographic projection of the prototype's schematics. She glances up into the silver mask of the prototype itself, standing silently in a corner. The oxygen flow is a problem. It's frustrating because she's been doing military spec for so long, it's ingrained, and now she's had to go back to her blasted data tables for the thermodynamic and fluid properties of oxygen. But seeing as how she'd really like to be able to breathe in the upper atmosphere while going at exceedingly high velocities, well, back to the data it was.
The problem was keeping the air flow regular while undergoing extreme differences to temperature and pressure. They'd solved that problem in the 1950s somewhat and had pilots train in high-G conditions and under oxygen deprivation to make up the difference. Something, as Daniel rightly pointed out, she didn't have.
The data tables say there had to be a way. Every inch of her screams that that there has to be a way.
All Sam needs to do is find it.
Wintermarch (original fantasy work. Child mages/mercs, now grown up in a world that either hates or reveres magic, after the war and coming home to a succession issue. Includes demons.)
He could see Lady Setsuko (Kiyo's mother, and Serj didn't think he'd ever get over the fact that one of them had a parent who cared and was still breathing) making a beeline for their little table in the corner. From the way Kiyo's shoulders tightened just a little, he knew she'd sensed it too. Serj raised an eyebrow, and she sighed. Point to him.
"Hello, mother." she said lowly, not taking her eyes off the cup of sake in her hand.
"Kiyo. Serj. So this is where you hid yourselves." Lady Setsuko's tone was forcefully light, and he saw her stop herself from putting her hand on Kiyo's shoulder. Serj could see the minute tremble in her hands as she painfully restrained herself from touching her eldest child. He watched the hand fall back to her side before he spoke.
Serj rose from his seat and pulled out Tam's abandoned chair. "Would you care to join us?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kiyo's eyes widen fractionally.
Really, this was for her own good.
"I wouldn't want to impose..."
He saw Kiyo open her mouth, and he quickly grabbed the bottle on the table and refilled her cup. "Kiyo, shut up and drink your sake." He ignored her glare trying to burn holes into his skull as he turned back to Lady Setsuko and smiled brightly. "You're not imposing, milady."
Gamewriting in Progress
Synchronicity - 10-day LARP under the MIT Assassins Guild, hopefully running in Jan 2011. Set in modern-day New York, when Manhattan suddenly and mystereously goes under lockdown, and people have to come to grips with themselves and inner demons before its too late.
Stargate: Atlantis RPG - tabletop d20 expansion to the SG game by Alderic Entertainment. Currently in need of playtesters. To be included is the Pegasus Remix campaign setting.
Avatar: the Last Airbender RPG - tabletop system. Currently very early in development. Non-d20. Experimental game system that may or may not work.
Thoughts on Writing
Productivity? Not as productive on the fiction writing as I would have liked. On the other hand, I wrote quite a few major papers and an undergraduate thesis, and then mentored some people this summer on writing their first LARP in Guild Camp. And by the end of the year, I really wasn't feeling the urge to write straight-up long fiction. I had the ideas, but none of the drive.
Thoughts on fandoms? I'm definately wandering again. I'm utterly and completely obsessed with Shin Megami Tensei/Persona, to the extent that it's infecting everything else. As well as completely adoring Avatar: the Last Airbender. I still like SG-1, but it's turning more into a quiet fandom for me, and I'm finding myself going back to my roots in anime and video game fandoms. Or at least, coming up with stories, writing, and reading in those fandoms. I'm not active in them yet, but that might change soon.
Thoughts on original work? I'm happier with my worldbuilding in my head that's coming along for Wintermarch. Considering it changed this year from sketches of a weird sci-fi thing to story of rare-magic-fantasy-with-demons, it underwent something. Synch is going to eat my life this year, which I'm looking forward to because it's been a long time since I've written a plotty tenday. And I think I might finally be ready to start again on xaos.
Any risks taken? Wrote in two new fandoms. Until I port over to AO3 or get an FF.net account, they're probably going to sit there unchallenged and without much feedback on how I did or where I need to improve. Because of course I wrote for fandoms that maybe one other person on my flist is familiar with. Which is indicative that I desperately need to get out of my comfort zone here.
Goals for next year? Write more. Write a tenday. See if I can't make headway on tabletops and/or tabletop campaigns. Actually put things up on my AO3 acount.
Years Previous
2009
2008
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