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Since I think I'm pretty much moving away from LJ at this point, I've been working on archiving all of the fics that I've posted. I've been uploading stuff to AO3 (I'm cowboyguy there, too), and then also going back through my LJ, taking the fics down and putting up links to the fic on AO3 instead. It's tough, because I don't quite want to cut ties with LJ just yet, but I also don't want to stay there, either. So much history there... :(

On the masterlist that I created for myself to keep track of things, it turns out that I've written 45 fics! Compared to some other folks, that might not seem like a lot, but it's more than I thought I had written. As frustrating as all this stuff with LJ has been, at least it's giving me the push to get everything organized. Time to move forward and start reconnecting with people and communities in other places. What really makes me sad is the communities that have no plan to move to other platforms, and if their LJ gets deleted, then they're just gone.

So, moving onward! Hopefully I'll make lots of great new connections on Dreamdwith, too, and get used to using this platform instead of LJ. Also, tumblr. I'm still a very passive user on tumblr, because it seems so visual to me, and I'm much more a text-based contributor to fandom. But hopefully I'll figure that out and use it more, too? I'm spacecowboyguy on there, since someone had already taken the cowboyguy name.
cowboyguy: (sam headphones)
Samus Asthmaticus
Summary: Fill for this prompt in [livejournal.com profile] tarotgal’s commentfic meme: Supernatural, Stanford era. Jess is just starting to date the mysterious but amazing guy that is Sam. She is ready to take him for all of who he is but there's one thing that's proving to be challenging: it's Sam's allergies (serious bonus points for asthma!!!). You can either write her trying to be a superhero while Sam is miserable OR get her to call Dean in for back up and they get to take care of Sammy together :)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Jess, sort of Dean
Rating: PG for some swearing
Disclaimer: I don't have asthma, so all of this was learned through internet research. Hope I got all of the details right!

Fic here. )
cowboyguy: (dean)
Title: Nothing to Kill or Die For

Summary: Sam is back from Hell and is one giant mess of sensory issues and hallucinations. The common cold is just not something he can easily deal with. Dean tries his best to help, because it’s Sam.
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: PG (couple of swear words, post-Hell-trauma Sam, gratuitous hurt/comfort)
Wordcount: 6605
Beta read by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] tarotgal. Thank you, tg!

Behind the cut. )
cowboyguy: (brian dear lj)
One of my friends is co-modding a community called [livejournal.com profile] wewriteinhell. It's sort of a mini-NaNoWriMo, starting up again on the 20th with the goal of writing 500 words a day. So check it out if you're like me and are desperate for motivation to write!
cowboyguy: (brian justin hug)
It's over, and now I don't know what to do. November was such a crazy month, both exhilarating and exhausting, and now I feel a little lost...

I just went through and took out the bits and pieces that didn't have anything to do with my NaNo novel -- including my original story idea, a few bits of school writing from me that I attributed to my characters instead, and the blog-like interruptions from me -- and my word count came out to a little over 30,000. Which is still a decent amount of stuff to go from. So I still have a bit of work to do to make it actually work as a novel, but the framework is there to work off of.

I'm trying to decide what to do with that CreateSpace proof copy offer, too. Part of me wants to just use that and get my entire NaNo, rants and all, bound and printed for my own record, so that I've got a lovely hard copy of everything that I've written this month. Another part of me wants to just print my whole novel out on my own printer, take some time to edit the story up and make it complete, and then use the CreateSpace offer so that I've got a copy of my book that's actually readable. Any ideas?
cowboyguy: (Default)
Okay, people, we're coming up on the end of NaNoWriMo now.

As of this moment, my word count is 47,323. It probably would have been higher had I not had a major family crisis earlier in the week, but I'm only 2,677 words away from winning and I'll be damned if I don't finish this thing.

It's been a crazy ride, but so much fun. I can't believe that I've lacked the motivation to win before. But I really do think that once you get past your mental barriers, and 10,000 words, it gets a lot easier. I've really learned to let go this month, and let my writing be crap if it's going to be, and brilliant if it wants to be that, too. I've realized that if I just keep writing, no matter how weird or bad or repetitive it is, in the end it's still 50,000 words of fiction that I've written, and that's more than most people can say they've done.

Congratulations to all the writers on my friends list! You guys are all incredible. Thanks for being there for me, and keep digging through your own imaginations for stories, too, because the more great porn literature we have out there, the better the world will be.

As this month comes to a close, I'm making a resolution to write at for at least ten uninterrupted minutes every day. For those of you who haven't used it yet, Write or Die is an incredible tool, and I can't stress enough how much it's helped me add to my word count in the past week and a half or so, even when I didn't feel like writing. Even if whatever I write for those ten minutes gets filed into the Never Look at This Again folder, it's still several hundred words of me, and that's gotta be worth something.

I think I may be starting to ramble now, so I'm going to end with a quote from My Doctor. For all of us who have conquered this incredible challenge this month:

"Before I go, I just wanna tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And d'you know what? So was I." -Nine
cowboyguy: (brian dear lj)
Anyone interested?
Lately I've been wanting a writing buddy. Someone to bounce ideas off of and talking about stories with. Especially with NaNoWriMo coming up soon, which I hope I'll manage to finish this year. ('Course, I say that every year.)
So I'm sending this out there, to see if anyone else is in need of a fellow writer and a new friend.
cowboyguy: (willow hair)
So I just thought I'd give this a shot and see if anyone on my flist is interested in helping a crazy writer gal.

I'm working on this story for my creative writing class, and I would love to have someone to bounce ideas off of and help me with the plot of the story, because it's kind of driving me crazy. The basic setup is these two brothers in their twenties just after their mother has died. Edward, the older brother, has to come home and deal with his mother's funeral and taking care of his autistic brother, Oliver. I'm absolutely in love with the story, but it's also kind of driving me crazy because
a) I don't write in first person a lot, and I'm doing that for this one
b) I'm still getting to know these characters and their personalities
c) I'm desperately trying to avoid turning into a cliche, or Rain Man, or something...

So, would anyone be interested in helping me out? Or even just reading through what I have of the story so far and telling me what you think?
cowboyguy: (comic book Spike)
Alrighty. See, I've had this short Spike fic sitting on my hard drive for over two years, and I don't think I ever actually posted it anywhere. So guess what? I'm posting!
It's set in Season 7, just after Beneath You. So naturally, it's crazy basement Spike. The fic is from his point of view, so it's very... well, crazy. There are parts of it that even I don't fully understand anymore. But I wanted to post it anyway, even if I'm not completely satisfied with it. Anybody wants to help me with it, I'd gladly accept!
Please comment if you read it though, because I’m looking for some constructive criticism, here.

Bring the wife and kiddies -- come see the show! )
cowboyguy: (christmas spike)
So I was outside this morning, shoveling all the snow and ice -- well, mostly ice -- and grumbling to myself. Started thinking about Angel, and that led to, "I bet The Groosalugg could shovel the entire block in the time it takes me to just do the driveway." And that led to this silly little drabble:

Caroline was beginning to regret moving to Chicago, stepping out the door in four layers of clothing and armed with a heavy snow shovel. With a resigned sigh, she began shoveling the front sidewalk, eyes on the ground.

“Would you like some help?”

She looked up to find a man standing there, so handsome, with the most impossible blue eyes.

“Sure…” She couldn’t help staring.

Smiling, he gently took the shovel, and cleared her driveway and sidewalk in five minutes. Within an hour, the entire suburbian street was free of snow.

“Who are you?” She asked, amazed.

“Call me Groo.”

Hope you enjoyed it!
cowboyguy: (drama willow)
(My index fingertip really hurts and I don't know why...I think maybe the knitting needles poking me and too much guitar playing did it...)

Anyway, I wrote a drabble today, and I think it actually might be my first one ever. This is what happens when I don't have my laptop at school and I have time to kill: I actually write things. So, anyway, I don't even know if it's any good, but I'm just happy I got exactly 100 words. (Took me three or four edits.)
So here it is:

Xander stood in a quiet alcove of the Council building, watching the people five stories below him rushing through their lives.

“They don’t know a thing, do they?”

He turned to find Marie, a new Slayer, standing behind him. The petite redhead joined him at the window, one hand pressed against the glass.

“Nope,” he sighed. “But I guess that’s good. Can you imagine what it’d be like if everyone knew magic and kung fu?”

She blinked up at him. “How can you make jokes?”

High school Hellmouth, dating a vengeance demon, losing an eye. “You get used to it.”

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