Second half of Rollercoaster - Roads Less Travelled is here.
( Roads Less Travelled part 2 )

More Rollercoaster, set during the S7 episode 'Parallels'. Actually trying to write Worf's POV for a change - actually really bloody difficult. There's usually one character in any fandom I write for that Ihave real trouble 'getting' - looks like in TNG it's Worf.

Oh well. Part 1 here, Part 2 will be up as soon as I get chance.
( Roads Less Travelled - part 1 )

A shorter one, set during the S7 episode 'Phantasms'. Featuring comedically named Gary Stu Lieutenant Lester Llewellyn - possibly the only Star Trek OC to hail from Merthyr Tydfill! Enjoy!

( And Not An Electric Sheep In Sight )

More Rollercoaster for you! Interference pt 3 here, pt 4 will be up either later tonight or tomorrow, depending on how I fare for time.

( Interference pt 3 )

More Rollercoaster, then that's your lot for a little while til I've finished writing pt 4. Super fun happy times with Lore, though!

( Interference pt 2 )

New Rollercoaster, my lovelies!

Set during 'Descent'. Part 2 is also Beta'd and ready to roll, Part 3 is with realmlife and Part 4 is still being written, so you might have to wait a while for closure on this one :)

( Interference Pt 1 )

Would one refer to a Borg Drone as 'he' or 'it'?

Does it make any difference if they're one of the ones who rediscovered self-awareness via Hugh and are now following Lore?

Ta.

"Your Captain, on the other hand, is in a spot of bother, I’m afraid. As is Blindy McWarpDrive and the Betazoid with the boobs. Can you believe they just sauntered right into my HQ? Aren’t they just the silliest?"

LORE WON'T STOP TALKING! This story's going to end up going on forever!

Oh, Lore! You are awesome cool fun to write. I thought you would be. Such a pity I have to kill you soon. Stupid Canon.

We finally got Insurrection from Love Film a few days back. I figured, even if I wasn't going to use that film in Rollercoaster (undecided so far as to whether I will) I should really see it at least if I was going to take the story through to Nemesis and beyond.

So tonight we decided to brave it. And, you know what, if you have an excellent Snarking Partner like wot I do, it's not actually that bad. It does, however, appear to be a film about absolutely nothing. We watched about an hour of it tonight and nothing happened. Actually, a bunch of barely connected nothings happened, but funny nothings nontheless - made funnier by Hubs' comments. 'Would *you* like to satisfy a Big One?' was my personal favourite, although I ruined the moment shortly after by claiming Picard was walking onto a bridge to 'furiously crack one off all night long'.
This just about pipped -
RIKER: I don't think Dr Crusher can give me what I need.
HUBS: Yes she can. You, and every man on the ship.
ME: Says so on the door of the Ladies' Loos.

We've just got to the bit where Picard's wearing a leather jacket and the two people he wants to stay behind are, conveniently, the only ones still wearing uniforms. Fun times.

I am definitely using the phrase 'Think he's gone a little bit "Daisy, Daisy" in the Mainframe' later in the story, though. I wouldn't have come up with that one without this silly film.

Kind of have a hankering to rent out Generations, now. More silly, snarkable fun, with a FUCKING STARSHIP CRASH in the middle.

More Rollercoaster, chums and chum-ettes. Oooh, and I have two of the randomest warnings ever to attach to this one. The first is that there is a very minor, 3rd Party hint at P/C Closeness, which I know certain members of my FList would rather avoid - the second is that this chapter includes a Spoiler for the end of the stage version of Alan Menken's 'Little Shop of Horrors'. Yes, the play's about 30 years old, but people complained when Paul Merton spoiled 'The Mousetrap' on the Beeb back in the 90s. Yarrr. Fairly warned by me be ye.
( The Best Intentions Part 2 )

Bit more Rollercoaster for ye.

Give me a shout if you see any errors, guys. This chapter's set during early season 6 - up to and including A Fistful of Datas, although most of it doesn't actually make reference to any specific episodes.

( The Best Intentions, pt 1 )

OK. OK.

OK.

So, about a month ago, I plotted out what was going to happen right at the end of Rollercoaster, and since the bunnies started biting hard, I ended up writing the first chapter of that final adventure to sate them. Only today, mrs_picard linked her FList to this info about a new comic which is supposed to act as a 'Final Goodbye' for the TNG cast. To tell you why this has made me feel the need to post the first chapter of 'Orpheus' on my journal now I have to spoil for both the comic and Rollercoaster... ( so I'm putting it behind this cut. )


Those of you who are reading Rollercoaster should be warned that this excerpt contains massive spoilers for the way it's going to develop in terms of Data and Tasha's relationship around the time of Nemesis, and how the events of the Nemesis-set section of Rollercoaster will relate to the canon. You might not want to read it. Similarly, you don't necessarily have to be reading Rollercoaster to get what's going on here. It will probably help if you've seen Nemesis or know what happens in it, though. This is unbeta'd and pretty raw. Apologies for any mistakes - it's just a 1st Draft.
( ORPHEUS, )

Third and final chapter of 'Baby Got Your Head Screwed On', and is that a chink of light I see at the end?!? We're about halfway through Rollercoaster here, Guys and Dolls... told you it was going to be massive!

( Don't you ever, EVER get yourself blown up again... )

Moar Rollercoaster, everybodypeeps. Includes the now infamous 'Hooray For Will's Penis Day' exchange.

( Nice britches, by the way. )

More Rollercoaster, everybody peeps! Just chapter 1 - chapters 2 and 3 will be up once my awesome Beta's set her Red Pen to it.

Set during S5/S6 bookender episode Time's Arrow.

( Fish of the day... )

Weekend, weekend, where did you go? Oh well, with Hubs still off, every day's like a holiday!

Trying to write an original short film script at the moment for a contest. Got really far with it yesterday then decided it needed a complete rewrite and have spent today ignoring it. I don't think I'll meet the deadline, do you? Oh well, I think it's a pretty good idea and I've got some nice dialogue in there already. If I don't enter the contest (or if I do and get nowhere) then at least I'll have it on standby for something else. The most annoying part of this is that the organisation I'm doing it for demand a writer's CV as part of your application. As hard as writing a well structured, original, engaging short film is, it's actually a greater work of fiction making my handful of original projects not look completely laughable :(

So yeah, I've been ignoring that today and putting my creative efforts instead into that very enjoyable hobby that will never count as Proper Writing to these Proper People - me fanfic! It doesn't help the case of my original work that the Rollercoaster bunnies are biting hard at the moment. I'm doing a Time's Arrow set story right now and have discovered that getting the lion's share of the ensemble cast together and settling them down for an evening in a cramped 19th Century Bedsit together creates a whole world of Hilarious Consequences. Seriously, they haven't actually done anything useful for several pages, it's been like a wonderful sandbox for me to have them just loiter around exchanging vaguely sarcastic witticisms with one another. Here, for example, is an excerpt of which I am particularly proud:
( from 'Baby Got Your Head Screwed On' Ch2 - talking cock... )Yeah. It's pretty much that, for about three pages at present :)
Oh, and I got more shiny, shiny banners from Tardos! ( Let me show u them! )

Once upon a time there was a terrestrial TV channel called Channel 4, which bought the syndication rights to an interesting, aesthetically-pleasing weirdy-poo sort-of Sci-Fi show called Lost. It was one of those dramas with an ongoing story arc which relied heavily on unanswered mysteries and cliffhangers - the sort of thing that young Scribbles enjoys. The sort of thing that young Scribbles could easily get hooked on, and hooked she got. But then one day an evil Right Wing tyrant called Rupert Murdoch came and outbid Four for Lost, two series into its six series run. 'Oh well,' said Four, 'we'll just carry on making bollocks reality shows and programmes about moving house, and nobody will notice.'

But Scribbles liked the art of storytelling, and Scribbles preferred to know the resolution of a story she had invested two seasons in, but Scribbles could not, would not get Sky. So Scribbles turned to her old friend the internet. First there was Naughty Pirating, but then the Naughty Pirates turned into Spineless Snitches and started giving out the IPs of their downloaders to big bastard companies, and Scribbles' husband said that they should trust the pirates no more. Then Scribbles discovered that she could purchase Lost from iTunes, which, gleefully, she did.

But then the day came when the first episodes of the new series were up on iTunes, and Scribbles tried to purchase.
'But no,' said iTunes, 'for no reason you cannot buy this unless you have the brand new, shiny version of iTunes.'
'All right then,' said Scribbles, 'please may I have the brand new, shiny version of iTunes?'
'No,' said iTunes, 'for your Mac is now obsolete! Mwah ha ha!!!'
'How can you be obsolete?' asked Scribbles to her Mac. 'You're, what, six years old - seven, max? If you were a person you'd only be at Primary school. How is that obsolete?'
'Ah,' said the Mac, 'but you are forgetting, I was made by Apple, and everything made by Apple, no matter how expensive, is apparently as disposable as a Bic Biro. Did you learn nothing from the saga of the knackered iPod Mini? Too bad, baby. No South Pacific-set wibbley-wobbley-timey-wimey hijinks for you!'
'But Mac,' cried Scribbles, 'I thought you were cool! You were personified by weird-eyed David Mitchell in them adverts, and I like him.'
'No,' replied the Mac with an air of Maclike smugness, 'David Mitchell played the PC. I was personified by Robert Webb - the one you have an irrational dislike of.'
'But how does that work?' Scribbles enquired. 'Surely Apple, the comissioners of the ads, should have been aware that David Mitchell is the one that's actually cooler, and Robert Webb comes across as too self-aware and trying too hard, like a bit of a nob?'
'Look,' replied the Mac, 'it's just an advert, all right? I don't know why we're having this discussion anyway, I'm only a machine. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to spend the next ten minutes not being able to get any internet connection for no reason until you switch everything off and on again, like I do every evening.'
'Fair enough', Scribbles replied.

In short, I can't get S5 of Lost until Hubs finally gets round to hooking New Mac upstairs up to the intertubes, which will be next week at the earliest, so I'm afraid I'll have to ask for further Radio Silence on the old spoileroonies, oh FList of mine.

This has actually been the least of my woes today, what with a very broken night's sleep coupled with a cold leaving me utterly exhausted, and having to deal with a toddler who not only is still not keen on her new bed but also shares my cold and cut the first of her back molars today ("Grumpy" is not the word for it) and whatnot.

Still, I have done some writing. Unfortunately though, even though I should be working on either the Thrilling Conclusion to the New Adventures or the next installment of Rollercoaster, I have instead been writing the first chapter of the conclusion/sequel to Rollercoaster, which I'm miles and miles away from, plotwise. It's mainly because I've recently decided how I'm going to end it, and how I'm going to fit it around a certain incident at the end of the canon, and the bunnies were gnawing away. Hopefully the first chapter will sate them for now, and it does mean that I now have not one but two future points to work towards, since I started the story off with a future flash to the end of First Contact and have since then been working to wards that - now I have an end point to head for once I'm past old Borgybitch.


What a long entry! Clearly, I needed to vent. Carry on!

First of all - thank you very much for my Family Reunion review, Elektra! I was pretty pleased with the resolution to the Eric-and-his-Daddy story arc. So that's one unresolved issue down, only about 20 more to go!

Second of all, Rollercoaster now has 85 motherfucking reviews! EIGHTY FIVE!!! Come on, triple figures!
Yes. I really am so shallow that I give a crap about review numbers. Obviously, that's not the be all and end all, but it's bloody nice to have so much attention :DDD Also, today I learned from one of my reviewers that Americans call Hair Grips 'Kirby Grips'. Who knew? Apart from Americans, of course. When she referred to 'the surprising, sensual Kirby Grip moment' at first I thought it was some sort of bizarre sexual position I'd alluded to. Je suis une div.

Third of all, my friend Swoo came down for a visit today, which was nice. We went to a tea shop and discussed The Hotness Of Obama which turned into an upsetting game of Would You Rather, in which we tried to work out who would be the least sickening to have sex with out of Gordon Brown and David Cameron. A man who looks like a spare testicle or a man who looks like he's coated head to toe in a thin layer of sticky ooze. Decisions, decisions...
Violet very much enjoyed having somebody to show off to as well, and spent some time showing Swoo her Doll's House.

Fourth of all, in not at all important news, some of you might be vaguely aware that them Yanks got themselves a new Prezzydint today. And he's not a drawling idiot with the vacant glazed expression of a sedated tortoise. And his foreign policy doesn't appear to be an A4 sheet with 'bomb it, steal it, sell it, burn it, rape it, nuke it, bed' written on in crayon. With all the 'e's back to front. And scrawled stick figure illustrations of burning Iraqis and drowning eskimos next to the text.

And you know what's a really wild coincidence...? That Israel decided to stop pounding the living shit out of Gaza just before George 'if there's Muslims involved in a conflict it's automatically their fault and did I mention that Israel can do no wrong never EVER' Bush left. I mean, talk about good timing, guys. Bra-fucking-vo.