Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings

My last post was in September! How did that happen?

Happy New Year, dear f-list! I've been lurking around here lately once again and if I commented on some long-forgotten post of any of you, that's because I was skipping=thousands and losing track of how far back I went.

So, what have I been up to?

Mainly, I've fallen in love with Philip Glenister at last (but he's had it coming) and been catching up on his work. I fell in love with him over "Cranford" and, dare I say it, Mr. Carter is by no means a less worthy candidate for my eternal* devotion than Mr. Darcy was. Even more worthy. - Jane Austen's never sold me on the Mr. Darcy character, even though Colin Firth did.

As a result, I have watched "Cranford" over and over again**, have rewatched "State of Play"*** and have started watching "Vanity Fair" (the BBC mini series with Philip Glenister). So: Becky Sharp - how great is she? I love that woman. I read somewhere that the script didn't smooth out the character's edges in the BBC production as they did for the Reese Witherspoon film, and I am baffled: what is there to smooth? Seriously, I vaguely realise that I'm supposed to find Becky's conduct somewhat reprehensible and her character questionable, but so far, apart from the fact that she wants to benefit from her acquaintance with rich people and seeks them out purposefully - just like just about everyone else in the story does - there's nothing about her that I find in the least questionable. And, though this might be due to Natasha Little's performance, I don't find her overly flirty, either. More sort of naturally sparkly and witty. - Quite unlike the horribly, painfully dull Amelia. Were they going for shy and quiet? Because what happened is that she's stupid and dull. And even the marvellous Philip Glenister, despite being my love of the hour, can't save Capt. Dobbin from being a painful bore, too.
The heading of this post, BTW, is inspired by the "Vanity Fair" Captains, whose interjections of "Damn it!" make me quite tingly inside.

*as in: two-three months
**the good bits
***the good bits

Anyway. Philip Glenister. What I actually wanted to say was that I was checking out lifein1973, came across a challenge I couldn't resist, and so I actually wrote something.

It's The Life On Mars Cracked out Crossover Challenge, and the prompt that tickled my fancy was:

Eats, Shoots and Leaves: Sam is actually stuck in a comma.

This in itself is fucking brilliant. And I came up with the following:

( Don't worry, despite appearances, this is NOT an emo poem )

That was both more and less difficult than one should think. After I decided to give it a try and started writing, I realised that it went quite well. The tricky bit, obviously, was the middle where I had to make both parts fit - I fiddled with it for ages. At some point I gave up in despair and tried a different approach, this time with plot, which wasn't easier at all. But there is a plot. Two plots even:

( Read more... )

I wish I could get back into the swing of creative writing. But every time I write something, I feel it's so inadequate that I give up. In despair. Woe!

*makes a rare appearance*

I'm still alive, and I wrote fic. If anyone's at all interested: it's in the "Life on Mars" fandom, which I have only discovered about two weeks ago on account on not having been able to download the series before. I liked it, and I quite fancy Sam (big surprise there), and so I jumped on the chance to mess him about a bit. After all, the boy likes to suffer, doesn't he?

And, because I am sick inna head, I wrote him an incestuous relationship with his mother, to add to his other problems. (Also because I am quite in love with elen_ancalima's beautiful icon *points* as well as the fact that there is a television series out there that has a sock puppet appear in the role of the protagonist's mother. Hence a mother!fic it had to be.)


Title: A resident stranger, as it seems
Fandom: Life on Mars
Author: Donna Immaculata
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3600
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Ruth
Warnings: Mother/son incest! Not graphic, though. Very, very tame, in fact.
Summary: Ruth is living on borrowed time.

A/N: John Simm said in an interview published under the BBC press releases: "At one point he meets his mum and she's beautiful and younger than him and he quite fancies her and she fancies him. She flirts with him and he flirts with her. That's got to mess with his head!"
- Why, yes. That's reason enough for me to mess with his and her head.

( A resident stranger, as it seems )


On a different (though quite as sick) note: wildestranger made me read pre_raphaelite1's ficlet Pink Socks, and pre_raphaelite1, in turn, "inspired" me to write a Umbridge/Mrs Norris romance. Complete with purple prose and mentions of kitty!tongue.

Considering that the last fic I wrote was Tenth Doctor/Cat!Nun, a strange and worrying trend seems to evolve. I certainly will feel very dirty if the cat decides to spend the night on my stomach tonight and kneads my breasts into submission before going to sleep.