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11.11.08 - 'Tis the season
earlwyn: (jackdav || chasing everything but the wi)
Dear Magic Yuletide Santa Writer of Awesome,

Hey! Cool, we're doing yuletide together. So that's fun, right?

Things In General )

Fandom Specific )

And In Conclusion )

love,
[livejournal.com profile] earlwyn
excited
ifeel excited
ihear Gavin Friday -- Angel
earlwyn: (lom || real men wear hats)
This spot is on a reserve as a place to babble about my fic and general experience participating in [livejournal.com profile] yuletide.  

Right now I am going sledding! In the balmy 40(f) degree weather! Where everything has turned to slush! Whoo! Here I am, cold, wet, bruised, sporting a snow burn -- but thrilled. I haven't gone sledding since I was twelve, and I forgot how much fun it is to zoom pell-mell down an icy slope. 

I went only in a t-shirt and jeans, because it was so warm today, but quickly learned that you don't wear layers when sledding to keep warm. You wear layers when sledding to act as a barrier between the rough ice and your flesh. My arms are a little beat up, and my tailbone dislikes me, but it was so so so much fun omg. 

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I have been meaning to make mention of yuletide since authors were revealed, but due to procrastination, and, you know, general laziness, I hadn't yet. So very belatedly, here are my final thoughts on that seasonal insanity test known as Yuletide. )

You know, as much as I adored the gifts I recieved from yuletide and love and admire the folks who wrote them for me, my favourite part was getting to write for someone else, and having them enjoy it. I definitely plan to be around for Yuletide 2008, though hopefully not as busy with work and/or knowledgeable of the ways to avoid the madness. There are still a few fandoms I've always wanted to write fic for and never had the impetus until now. 

I think that now concludes my learning curve through baby's first Yuletide. :)
sledding!
ifeel sledding!
earlwyn: (House -- joyous Wilson)
 Okay, finally, [community profile] yuletide letter written! And in Word! So LJ can't eat it this time!

Dear Mystery [community profile] yuletide Writer,
 
First, let me say how thrilled I am that you’re writing something for me! I eagerly await anything you create. Second, let me preface this letter by saying that this is my first time participating in [community profile] yuletide, and as such – well, I’m not quite sure what to write in this letter. I lean towards being overly detailed, because too many details are better than too few in my mind, but I don’t mean to scare you off by imposing giant restrictions. I just want to explain more about what I like in fic and what I like in those particular fandoms. In no way are you bound by my wordiness and narcissist tendencies to babble about myself.
 
I SWEAR I AM AS EASY AS A WHORE ON MAIN STREET. ANYTHING YOU THINK IS NIFTY AS PIE AND WANT TO WRITE FOR ME WILL BE ADORED AND CHERISHED AND CLUTCHED TO MY METAPHORICAL INTERNET BOSUM.
 
Ahem.
 

Tagged on because I spammeth too much today: DUDE OMG GUISE DUMBLEDORE. Is that not a bucket of awesomesauce?
bouncy
ifeel bouncy
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earlwyn: (PotC -- it wasn't me)
Wow. I recieved my assignment and now it feels terrifyingly official and offically terrifying. WHAT THE HELL DID I SIGN UP FOR? ARE YOU EXCITED? *bounces*

And dear Mystery [livejournal.com profile] yuletide Writer,

LJ, being the pirate that it is, borrowed my original letter without permission and sunk it. You'll get another one -- a better one! ETA: What one? That one? Aye, that one! Just give me a while to stop sulking and type it up again. But. I AM SO THRILLED YOU ARE WRITING SOMETHING FOR ME.

I don't know why I felt the need to include PotC references.
pouting
ifeel pouting
earlwyn: (Jeeves and Wooster -- brrr!)
Oh. God. Oh. God. Oh. God. 

I signed up for Yuletide. What the hell was I thinking? I'm just a sucker for fannish, community, holiday hug fests.

I already have issues writing in the two fandoms I write. I already suffer paralysing paroxysms of panic that any story I want to write has been done and done better than whatever I could put down on paper. Or will be done and done better. New fandoms frighten me like the boogie man under the bed. Deadlines are the anatonym of my free love, peaceful hippie fic-jiving ways. 

All of those on my f'list who have been through Yuletide before, I turn to you for advice and guidance. What are these secret santa letters? When do I write one? Will you hold my hand and tell me I can do this? MORAL SUPPORT ANYONE?

I will be over here until you need me, chowing down on my fingernails and scanning the room warily as if a tiger is going to jump out to bite me.

Also: New Pushing Daisies layout. I am, offcially, obsessed. Check it out: [personal profile] earlwyn

Also v.2.0: this weekend I am going on holiday up north to visit with friends of mine and see a play. A camera will possibly accompany me. Go team future picspam! 
panic! (at the holiday fests)
ifeel panic! (at the holiday fests)
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