Just in time
Oh! I almost forgot to post today. Made it by 30 minutes – cutting it close, but I still made it. Go me! *Cheers*
Do you want to know what really annoys me? The fact that FF.net doesn’t let you use asterisks. Asterisks are very important to me – understand? I need my little *giggles* and my
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Chapter breaks. They’re an important part of my formatting. Now I have to settle for
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Do you know what happened today? I listened to almost an entire song before discovering that it was in Spanish. I wasn’t listening to it, per say. Not that I was paying it much attention, I mean. I was just working, and it was playing in the background. Great song, though. I’m listening to it now.
Anyway, it’s late and I have things to do tomorrow. I finally got my necklace fixed, though, *Excited shiver* I’ve been wanting to do that for months. But I finally got all the supplies and the time, and now my broken dolphin is resurrected and back on my necklace. I’m so happy.
I’ll be off now. Fare thee well.
Play, “El Universo Sobre Mi,” by Amaral. That was the Spanish song that I was listening to.
Oh! And happy April Fools. In about a half-hour.
Shutting up,
~DreamingOfNothing
Look, I’m trying, okay?
So here I am, 3:18 AM, wishing that I wasn’t 3 hours too late to make yesterday’s deadline. I really did try – it’s just taken until now to be able to get to a computer. My laptop, specifically. Even as I speak, I’m trying to ignore the sounds coming from Blonde Ambition and the sofas, as my friends laugh hysterically. Blonde Ambition is not really my thing, personally, so I’m not feeling that I’m missing much by attending to my blog instead.
So, now that I’m here and have nothing to say, I’m off to mess with Chapter 2 of Amusing and wish that I was capable of something better. I just can’t angst today. Or yesterday. Or Friday. Or the day before that, actually.
I need an angst makeover.
Listen to Love Song, by Sara Bareilles. I think that’s how her name’s spelled, anyway. Great, great song. Playing in my head for the past hour, and I still like it.
~DreamingOfNothing
Oh, God, it’s FRIDAY
Hi. It’s me again.
I don’t really have anything to say, but I did make a resolution… Now you know why New Year resolutions of mine never last past January 2nd. I’m a model citizen for the whole of New Year’s Day – and sometimes for part of the day after – but it always falls apart less than 24 hours after I’ve made the resolution. Unless it’s something like ‘exercise once a week’ or something. Then it takes longer for me to fail.
It’s snowing! Which is really rather odd, come to think of it, with what the vernal equinox being last week and all. Just goes to show what a messed-up city we are.
You are wondering what city I am blogging from, aren’t you? You are. I can tell. I can feel your contemplation seeping in through the computer screen. Or paper, if you’ve printed this out. You cannot outsmart me!
Well, you will not find out, evil stalkers of doom. I am a safe person, and I will not allow you to track me down and bash my head into a mess of grey brains on the sidewalk. I will not.
And I know that here in the US of A, we spell it gray. But gray is such an ugly word – it sounds like the color of stone and concrete. Grey sounds more like soft sweaters and moths and skin of people who need CPR. I like grey better.
I finished the next chapter of Amusing last night, but I don’t really like it. It’s too… Cheery. I think I’ll post it anyway, though, just because I feel sorry for all you.
Darn it – that’s my comrade calling me. Apparently they believe that I have been on my computer for far too long when all I have done is check my email, obsess over how bad chapter two is, read the next chapter of Our Werewolf, a fiction that I’m actually following through because it’s a new interesting idea that I wish I’d thought of, and write this. People have no patience.
Listen to High Tide, by Cara Dillion. It’s relaxing. Or, if you feel that relaxation is not your forte, then try Remember the Name by Fort Minor. It reminds me of Numb3rs, the best TV show ever. And it’s starting again next friday!
They’re threatening to bash my computer in. I shall go now.
Fare thee well.
~DreamingOfNothing
Happy Birthday, James!
Yes, it is James Potter’s Birthday. Not that anyone besides him cares (and I’m sure that he no longer even cares, as he’s dead and all) but I find it exciting. As you may have gathered from my previous post about having missed Remus’s birthday, I like to know these things.
Also, I’ve made a conscious decision to write on this blog every day. Or every day that I can. Basically, in Simon Pulse’s Blogfest (I think it’s called Blogfest, anyway. Too lazy to check) someone (I don’t remember who) said that a good way to fight writer’s block is to write every day, even before you hit writer’s block, because it makes it easier for words to flow from your fingers. I don’t know if there’s any truth in this, but it’s worth a try. I’ve got nothing to lose except my time, and that I waste on a general basis. So I’m not worried.
However, I am in a slight – well, not writer’s block per say, but certainly a writer’s stuck spot. I’m a bit confused about where to go with both of my stories.
Reasons for problems with Happy Christmas: I want to change the title now, since it’s not just going to be about this one Christmas, but about a more general time period – maybe I could do a bunch of Christmases… Ooh – also, I don’t really know where I want it to go because it was originally a one-shot. Sure, it ended up being about 9,000 words, but I think that part of that was because I was so desperate for something other than my NaNoWriMo novel to write (I wrote HC in the middle of November. Naughty, I know. Somehow I still finished, though I myself am not entirely certain how I did that) so I just went all out. Looking back, there are some parts that certainly make me wince in embarrassment, but I tried. Anyway, so, I’m working on that.
Reasons for problems with He though it would be, er, amusing (hereafter referred to as Amusing, or if I’m feeling particularly eloquent, Er, Amusing): I posted too early. A common problem with me, I’m finding, is that I get excited and post something before I’m really ready. Amusing starts after the attack, after Sirius tells Snape how to get in. I want to do the ‘Sirius’s Betrayal’ bit a little differently, since I like Sirius and have a very difficult time reconciling his actions with my picture of his personality. However, I know have to try and tell this important scene through flashbacks. Also, I have not explained why the Animagi were not there, since by this time they had certainly worked it out and were Animagi – Sirius was 16, after all. Additional problem: I’ve written some in my notebook, but it takes a long time and is difficult to translate (I do not mean this term figuratively. I write in a code which I myself devised during a particularly boring history class) into my computer. Though I really do want to update, and as such am working as hard as I can. The fact that the dual monsters of Pesach and my brother’s Bar Mitzvah are coming up is not comforting, but my reads press me on. I can’t believe how popular this is, honestly.
So that is all, I believe. Longest post of the blog so far, I think – though when a blog only has nine posts, it’s not saying much. I won’t be posting tomorrow, I don’t think, nor probably Saturday, but more will come, I promise. (Yes, Sirius, I remember that I promised you a post. In due time, Padfoot, in due time).
Whilst you wait for me to update, you can entertain yourself by typing ‘Padfoot’ into Wikipedia and giggling when ‘Sirius Black’ comes up. I can do that for hours. All you Marauder-fans can do it, except for Remus-Lovers, because apparently Moony is the name of an Italian singer. Who knew? Snivellus works too, to my eternal amusement.
Happy James-Potter-Day! It’s his birthday, after all (though I think I already mentioned that. Did I? Yes, I did. It’s the title of this post) so all ought be merry, and play pranks on one another in his memory.
*Snicker* Friends and family of DreamingOfNothing, beware.
In honor of Prong’s Day of Birth, I suggest ‘Count on Me’ – again by Default (I love) or ‘Beautiful Soul’ by Jesse McCartney. That’s actually my JP/LE song, but it should work. Whatever.
I’m off, because my time is up. Fare thee well.
~DreamingOfNothing
Really, really extinct
I’ve just finished reading City of Ashes and all I can say is – Wow. I am so jealous that I could scream.
Anyone familiar with City of Bones/Ashes? Since I am the only one that reads this (an observation that is backed up by data), yes, I am familiar with it, having read both. And the Draco Trilogy, a really good HP fanfiction which, although not part of the Mortal Instruments Trilogy, is by the same author and has Jace almost entirely intact as Draco. Complete with identical falcon story and everything. Different name, different hair – Jace has a different father – but other than that, they are one and the same.
Not that I’m complaining. I love Jace. With Clary on that one 
. Though she wishes that she hated him… Long story that I will not spoil here. Though I’ve kinda spoilt it already – when you get to know Jace, you know that no one can not love him. So it’s all good.
One quote, however, that I must get out of my system, whether it spoils or not.
*SPOILER ALERT!*
Jace: You don’t know my father. He’ll laugh in your face and offer you money to send my body back to Idris.
Inquisitor: Don’t be absurd-
Jace: No, you’re right. He’ll probably make you pay the postage yourself.
*END SPOILERS*
So, that’s about it. Great book – if you haven’t read it, you should. I am so, so jealous of the metaphor on Page 18 of City of Ashes. I want to steal it.
No music. I’m too excited for sound.
~DreamingOfJace
Purimas
For once! A not-harry-potter-related post!
Friday was Purim. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a Jewish holiday where we all dress up and listen to the story of Esther and give each other gift baskets. It’s so much fun.
What I was thinking about that was that – Jews don’t have a Christmas. And even though I don’t officially celebrate it, because I don’t believe in the whole Jesus-being-born bit, I really like the spirit of Christmas. I think that even if you’re not a Christian, that the spirit is worth it. That’s why Christmas is my second favorite holiday – and I don’t even get any presents then.
My absolute favorite holiday is Purim, and I’ll tell you why: Because it’s our Christmas. It’s the same thing with the spirit and everyone happy and friendly and loving and giving gifts to each other. It’s a happy, brotherly-love kinda holiday.
It’s one of those days that actually instills in me a hope for humanity and makes me want to run through the streets shouting, “And a Happy Purim to you all!” like Scrooge after A Christmas Carol. I feel the same way on Christmas, but it isn’t Christmas right now and so Purim is more applicable. Plus, I don’t get accused of heresy if I get excited about this holiday.
Anyway, that’s the gist. It’s late, and I must turn in if I want a chance of being able to work on Chapter 2 of Amusing or Chapter 4 of Happy Christmas, or the new idea I have that I really don’t want to post before the next chapter of Amusing. So I have to get that done first.
G’night all, and a happy belated Purim-Christmas to you all.
Get some holiday music. Spread the holiday cheer out of season. (Or, listen to ‘I’ll sue ya’ by Weird Al because of these lyrics, “I sued Neiman-Marcus, because they put up their Christmas decorations way out of season!”)
DreamingOfNothing
I’ll just be burning agonisingly in a pit of flames over there
Oh. My. Gosh.
I know that I just posted, but I have to save this bit here somewhere for the future. Basically, I just found a fiction that I was reading on Mugglenet.fanfiction before it went and crashed and this fiction is finished – so I’m finishing it now. I just have to put this part in or I’ll lose it
Forgive me as I use this blog as my own personal post-it-note.
“You prat.” Her voice was low, cold and furious, rich with epic danger. “You bloody stupid, self-sacrificing, idiotic, noble prat!”
Her fists clenched in front of her, as though she yearned to seize his
robes and fling him violently down the stairs. “I don’t believe this!
After everything we’ve been through, everything we agreed and we
sorted, you still feel the need to chuck yourself to the lions the
moment my back’s turned! You probably had your little speech all
rehearsed, didn’t you? Or why bother with a whole new one when you can just use the same one you came up with before?” Clasping her hands
together, she shifted her face abruptly into a grotesquely fatuous
approximation of his own. “Oh Dora, darling!” she proclaimed, her voice
suddenly lowered and filled with fake hoarseness as she ruthlessly
parodied his intonations. “Don’t you see it’s for the best? You’re
young, you’ve got your life ahead of you! You can go on without me and
have a wonderful future stroking fluffy bunnies and skipping in meadows
and marrying nice safe blokes with boring, jolly jobs and lots of
money, so you can pop out happy, smiley babies who won’t get ostracised
at all because of their terrible, terrible werewolf daddy! I’m only
trying to give you the life you deserve! You can just forget all about
me, I’ll just be burning agonisingly in a pit of flames over there, but
I don’t actually mind, and it doesn’t really matter to you
because you can just abandon the idea that you ever loved me and move
on with a click of your fingers, now can’t you? After all, you must
know you’ll be so much better off without me!”The last word was flung in his direction like a fiery cannon ball as her morph dropped away with a suddenness that was almost violent.
“Something like that, was it?” she drawled with poisonous sweetness.
Isn’t that great? I cannot take credit – Give it all to Jess Pallas, and her incredible story, A Little More Time which is (you guessed it) a Remus/Nymphadora tale with lots of big-boy Teddy too.
This is mad. Sirius is feeling left out. I’ll write the next post about you, I promise.
I’m listening to Far Away again, because I’m reading RLNT. But I guess that The Memory Will Never Die is applicable too.
But I have found what is more applicable! Though it probably won’t make sense unless you’ve also read this story – All Is Forgiven, also by Default. I have a love affair with that band, I tell you. That and Nickelback.
Teddy Lupin-Tonks
I think that I have just decided why I can stand both Remus/Nymphadora and Remus/Sirius.
Yes, yes, I know that all I’ve done on this blog is babble about Remus and endorphins (which is kinda ironic, given that Sirius is actually my favorite character {with Remus as close second, of course}) but hear me out. That’s the point of this blog thing, right? To hear me out?
Anyway, I think I’ve discovered why I can handle both pairings. You see, usually I have to have just one pairing per person (Actually, in retrospect, that’s a complete lie. Lily has about three or four such pairings to date – though I guess they don’t really count, because I don’t think that what she felt for Severus was love – on her end, anyway. Snape never really got the memo) but for Remus I don’t really seem to care. They both seem like loving pairings to me. And besides the fact that Sirius/Remus is AU (Hello. Teddy Lupin) I still kinda like it.
If I can ever get to the point, the point is this: I think that Sirius and Nymphadora are very much the same. (No, no Tonks, don’t throw that. I just don’t like calling you Tonks because you marry Remus and then Tonks isn’t even part of your name anymore, unless you were to opt for one of those weird mixed names, and name your kid Teddy Lupin-Tonks – but I’m glad you didn’t) They both have the same… I dunno… Passion. For everything. And even though I like Sirius loads better than Tonks (Though I like her too. Don’t twist my words, Nymphadora! Yes, I said it. Nymphadora! *Shattering sound*) I think that they are so alike. IMHO.
Anyway, it’s late and I still have some fics to finish reading. I should be writing, but I tried (after the amazing turnout for HTIWBE,A {He Thought It Would Be Er, Amusing} I wanted to please my fans) but it’s all crap. So, since I don’t want to besmirch wonderful Sirius, Remus, James or (Darn, we forgot Peter again! *Blatant forshadowing for when other fanfiction writers will struggle – seriously, that kid has the cloak too much*) Peter with my horrid writing. And I’m also unable to write the assignment that was due yesterday, actually. So listen up there, you! You’re messing up my education, Marauders!
(Sirius and James cheer together, Remus looks slightly pained, and Peter is again missing)
Find your own song for once.
March 10
Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Today’s the Ides of March, you say. The fifteenth. The day that Julius Caesar was stabbed in the middle of Rome. I know that today isn’t the tenth. But Monday was.
Last Monday was Remus’s birthday. March 10th. I didn’t even know until today.
I feel… Loss. Somehow. Kind of like when there was the shooting in the Israeli school, and I knew exactly what I’d been doing when it happened. Something important happened and completely passed me by, and I’m left, confused and disoriented, in its wake.
I wanted to remember the day this year. Eat extra chocolate for him, or something. I mean, all the other years I remembered his birthday, he was still alive in the depths of England somewhere. But… Now he’s dead. It was supposed to be special, this year. He’s my second favorite character, after all, and the one that I identify the closest with. Anyway, who can be expected to compete with Sirius?
But the day snuck past me when I wasn’t looking, and I missed it. One whole year now, before I can rectify my mistake. A year is a long time.
I’m sorry, Remus. I’m sorry. I know that you and the Marauders were celebrating last week, jamming it up in happy heaven, with Nymphadora, looking down at your beautiful son who’s turning 10 sometime this month – but I didn’t know. I went on with my life, completely oblivious of the occurrence. Sorry.
I will now go, to listen to his song for him. If you wish to join me, it’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams, by Green Day. At least, for me it is. Feel free to make your own.
I remain, truly – if not always promptly – yours,
DreamingOfNothing
Far Away
I have finally found a song for Remus/Tonks. It’s been bugging me ever since the pairing revealed itself and I warmed to it – I was very against it at first, I’ll have you know – but now I really like it, actually. Anything that can make Remus that happy is good with me.
Anyway, back to the topic. I need a song for every character and every pairing. Sometimes I even go with places. But I found one for Remus ages ago (Boulevard of Broken Dreams) and I found one for Tonks, though the name of it is eluding me as of this moment. I even got Teddy. But I couldn’t find anything for Remus/Tonks, nor the entire Lupin family (For the six or seven weeks that it existed, at any rate).
Then cometh Nickelback. I thought that it might be one of their songs, because they’re a brown band to me and Remus is very, very dusty brown (I characterize everything by color, by the way. Just so you know) so I was listening to all of the songs they ever wrote, and I found it.
Now that I’ve got you excited, I’ll tell you. Far Away. For all of you who’ve never heard it, to me it sings Remus/Tonks. Or Remus/Nymphadora, or Tonks/Remus, or Nymphadora/Remus. I’ve even seen Lupin/Tonks, thought that doesn’t really make sense, seeing as Tonks ends up as Nymphadora Lupin. But I still call her Tonks, so I shouldn’t critize.
Anyway, I thought that it fit. So, if or when I ever write anything that’s Remus/Dora, you can know that I’ll have Far Away singing. According to the singers, it’s the only real love song they’ve ever sung. So I think that it’s fitting.
Song of the night is Far Away, or it can also be The Memory Will Never Die (Default). That’s kinda dedicated in my mind to all of the people who died throughout the series (Except for Voldemort, Cedric, and Dumbledore. I never really liked Cedric, and I don’t like Dumbledore anymore, and honestly – who’s mourning Voldemort?) and all of the people who they left behind. In the latter category, I think of Teddy, Andromeda, and George mostly, but insert whomever you like.
