The Man From Uncle (2015 Movie)
Number of Words posted:
42210 compared with 34138 in 2015. I’m very surprised that I seem to be increasing my word count every year.
Number of Stories posted:
11 - compared with 14 stories last year. I wrote a lot more longer, multi-chapter stories in 2016.
Number of Plot Bunnies contemplated:
I managed to write about 80% of all story ideas.
Most under-appreciated by the universe:
My stories this year have all been very well received. I've had stories easily gain 100 kudos, which I've never achieved before in any other fandom.
Most fun to write:
Suprisingly Wimbledon Common It also reached over 100 kudos, my first story featuring Wombles that did.
Most intense fic:
Five Times Illya Killed His Partner and One Time He Didn't It wasn't easy finding five ways for a main character to kill someone, and keep the reader sympathetic to the character. Each chapter also explored the reason for the character’s canon psychosis. So it’s became quite an intense project.
I suppose Tchaikovsky is a bit sad.
There isn’t one particularly story that I would consider funny.
Fic that shifted my own perception of the characters:
I’m not that deep.
Hardest to do:
This year’s Winter Exchange story. Deadlines screw me up and bring forth the dreaded writers block. I never learn.
Biggest personal disappointment in regards to writing:
I’m always disappointed that I haven’t really improved my writing skills.
Your favourite film you watched this year?
Zootropolis - it surprised me that I enjoyed it so much.
Your favourite tv show of the year?
Arrow - late to the party as usual, but enjoyed catching up.
Your best new fandom discovery of the year?
None this year. Probably heading back to Lewis for a long multi-chapter AU story later in this year.
Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year?
None that I can think of.
Your biggest squee moment of the year?
Having a a story go over 300 kudos and six going over 200. That's pretty huge to me.
What did you do in 2016 that you'd never done before?
Fell down entire flight of stairs
Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I didn't make any resolutions. I do however set myself projects and I’m pleased with the progress I made with them in 2016.
What would you like to accomplish in 2017?
Getting fit and healthy
What date from 2016 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
18th September. I met Armie Hammer
What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Not murdering any family members.
What was your biggest failure?
I don’t use that word any more. I might not succeed but it’s never a failure, as I learn something each time and use it to succeed next time. I would have liked to have lost a lot more weight than I did this year. However, I have learnt a lot about my relationship with food this year and am very confident that 2017 will see me achieve a significant lifestyle change that will result in all round good health.
How did you spend New Year's? Quietly with friends
BBC Robin Hood
Spooks/MI5 - any season
(never written in the following fandoms before, but what the heck!)
The Hobbit - (any of the films)
North and South (BBC)
Bear Grylls Mission Survive (RPF) (haha!)
(I've written in the following before, but it's been a very long time)
1. "Have you lost your mind?”
2. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"
3. "Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?"
4. "Want to bet?"
5. "Don’t you ever do that again!"
6. "Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, god damn it!"
7. "Kiss me."
8. "It could be worse."
9. "Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…"
10. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in."
11. "I got you a present."
12. "I thought you were dead."
13. "It’s not what it looks like…"
14. "You lied to me."
15. "You heard me. Take. It. Off."
16. "Want to dance?"
17. "I swear it was an accident."
18. "If you die, I’m going to kill you."
19. "Tell me a secret."
20. "Well this is awkward…"
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From the prompt by chocandnuts "Victorian Wombles in Ripper St"
The white letters reflected the dim light cast by the gas lamp some feet away, giving them an unnatural brightness, making them as easy to read as if it were daylight.
Abberline turned his angry gaze toward Sir Warren, stood in top hat and cape, nodding his approval as the words disappeared forever. Were the words another taunt by Jack, a confession, or misdirection?
He’d been forbidden to record them, either by photography or in his notebook, but Abberline would never forget them.
“Remember you’re a Womble”
From the prompt by fortesomniare
1. What is your most popular fic? A Tale of Christmas Woe written for the NCIS fandom
2. What is your favorite thing you’ve written?
Right now, it’s a Life Not Lived. I love writing Val Lewis
3. What fic was the hardest to write?
All of them over 1000 words long! But to single one out it would be Unacceptable. I wrote the first chapter and completely lost motivation to write a conclusion. It took a year to complete.
4. What’s the fic you really loved that doesn’t get as much attention as the others?
I have two that I wished had done better - Magical Intervention (Lewis) and Life after Death (Our Boys). Magical Intervention is the longest story I’ve ever written in the Lewis fandom and having it do fairly poorly really crushed my enthusiasm for writing longer stories. It’s picked up more hits and kudos over the last year. Life after Death has done pretty well, all things considered, as the fandom is tiny.
5. What fic was the easiest to write?
Any of the drabbles, honourable mention to Flinch and for a longer story, Proof just flew onto the page.
6. What fic/book (by someone else) made you want to write?
Inspiration has come from so many sources over the years, but the book (or series of) that first made me want to write my own stories were the westerns by JT Edson and his characters Dusty Fog, Mark Counter, and the rest of the Rio Hondo gang.
7. What’s one thing you’d like to improve about your writing?
All of it. I’m not descriptive enough, my grammar and structure is appalling and for the life of me I cannot breathe any depth into my stories.
8. What’s one thing you like about your writing?
The other writers that I have met through it.
9. What’s the hardest part about writing?
Keeping motivated – the amount of half written stories I have saved in an every growing file is almost heart breaking.
10. The easiest?
The ideas – but that isn’t really about writing.
11. Any fic you wish you could go back and make changes to? What fic? What changes would you make?
The Price of Fame. I should have written it from James POV, it would have had a much more emotional impact.
12. What advice would you give to other writers just starting out? Find a beta or two. Ignore all the critical reviews, but take on board the structured constructive criticism (hint: if a review doesn’t point out at least one good thing about the story, it’s not constructive criticism so ignore it) Keep writing, if you don’t practise a skill, you will not improve. Enjoy doing it.
Ryan Peterson couldn’t contain the huge smile as he leaned against the wooden gate and looked at his new home. It was beautiful, thatched roofed, with real fireplaces, five bedrooms, built in brick in the 1700s. It came with a sprawling acre garden, full of trees, lawns and mature flowerbeds. It even had a front garden, full of tall larkspur and hollyhocks and a whole host of other brightly coloured plants that he couldn’t name.
The house overlooked the village green, complete with pond and ducks. It was idyllic. The village itself was nestled away in the countryside, the commute to work would take a little longer, but the extra fifteen-twenty minutes was worth it.
Growing up in the sprawling estates of London, he had always dreamt of a house like this and now it was his. A beautiful home, to keep his wonderful family safe, his children guarantee a far more carefree childhood than they would ever have if they had stayed in London.
An arm slid across his back, and he looked down as his wife as she lent her head against his shoulder. “Still grinning like a loon I see,” she smiled.
“Can you believe this, honey? It’s all ours,” he replied, still not quite believing that this wonderful house, in this perfect setting was theirs.
“I know, thought we would only be able to afford something in Kidlington or Didcot,” she answered. “What a lucky find this was.”
He hugged his wife, leaning his head against hers. Yes, yes they were lucky. The house had been on the market for months, the price getting lower and lower. The offer they had put in had been ridiculously low. The house was worth at least half a million, and they had purchased it for half that. The estate agent was almost as excited as they were.
The village of Midsomer Mallow hadn’t looked perfect to start with; the high murder rate was alarming, but the estate agent had quickly assured them that they would be safe in the village.
For all the murder victims and the murderers themselves had been white.
Ryan Peterson, his wife and children were black.
He raced ahead, full of joy at the freedom of being off the lead.
Nose to the ground as he took in all the different scents, who had been here before him? Who was new? Who was familiar?
He lifted his head and looked back, to reassure that we were still there, following.
He ran back to us anyway, racing around our legs, pausing for a moment as we bent down to pat him, to praise him, to share his joy.
Then he was off again, sprinting away, back to the sniffs and smells that intrigued him.
Full of happiness