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rthstewart) wrote2011-01-19 08:28 pm
I've got a bad feeling about this
So, see, it's like this. Thanks to over-writing the last chapter I have a mostly finished next chapter of Apostolic Way ready to go. Woot! Thanks
snacky ! Snacky helped with the edit on chapter 5 and 6. So, I'm beginning Chapter 7, The Queen Susan in Liverpool (by the by, I don't suppose any of you very clever folks know anything about the ethnic mix of Liverpool in 1942 other than the fact that there were 20,000 Chinese in the port city and that thousands of Chinese men were working in the merchant marines? And had married British women? Right then, moving on).
Also, in a series of comments back and forth in the previous entry
l_a_r_m extolls the virtues and glories of WC Tebbitt and I embarrassingly admit to developing (for the first time) a serious crush on Lt. Col. Clark. Really, 20 years writing fic and I'm falling for an OC. I am feeling immense sympathy for Dorothy Sayers. I'm even casting Lt. Col. Clark in my head, which as someone who avoids the dread visuals, this is nothing short of earth shattering. I'm very ashamed.
As a consequence, I've been talking about it all, to myself, in the car during my daily commute. It's cheaper than therapy and without the side effects of medication. I've mentioned before that I do this. Since beginning fan fic again, I don't listen to NPR. I talk to imaginary friends about fan fic in the car, with a blue tooth headset so that people don't think I'm crazy. Lt. Col. Clark has been taking up a lot of time the last week as I work through my fangirl crush and listen over and over to the Children of Dune soundtrack.
Except now, a colleague was injured and is in a cast and so now... I've offered to give him daily lifts to and from work. In my car. Every day. Morning and afternoon.
This is bad. For the most part, I do this fic by myself, me, myself, I, and the inside of the Mazda or Toyota. My colleague is a nerdy, geeking guy, sort of. But, no. Just no.
Also, in a series of comments back and forth in the previous entry
As a consequence, I've been talking about it all, to myself, in the car during my daily commute. It's cheaper than therapy and without the side effects of medication. I've mentioned before that I do this. Since beginning fan fic again, I don't listen to NPR. I talk to imaginary friends about fan fic in the car, with a blue tooth headset so that people don't think I'm crazy. Lt. Col. Clark has been taking up a lot of time the last week as I work through my fangirl crush and listen over and over to the Children of Dune soundtrack.
Except now, a colleague was injured and is in a cast and so now... I've offered to give him daily lifts to and from work. In my car. Every day. Morning and afternoon.
This is bad. For the most part, I do this fic by myself, me, myself, I, and the inside of the Mazda or Toyota. My colleague is a nerdy, geeking guy, sort of. But, no. Just no.

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Yay about the upcoming chapters! I really, really do wish I was able to help you out about the Liverpudlian Chinese but that one's stumping me. Have you tried posting over at
You are a better woman than I am at the moment. I can't even work on fic as diligently as I should. My head's all wrapped up in gangsters, booze, pretty clothes and old-fashioned dance tunes (am 2/3 of the way through "Boardwalk Empire") and it won't leave me just yet.
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And are we soliciting visuals for Tebbitt too?
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I DO Not Do Visuals. Really. Ever. My embarrassment meter skyrockets. I avert my gaze.
Except maybe King Caspian in those nice pants (I went looking for Dorian Gray clips after my second viewing of VotDT). And now, alas, Col. Clark. ACK!!!! Rth reaches for the brain bleach
As for Tebbitt, you may take that up with
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To make up it to you, just sent you an email with some possible research links for chapter 7. Hopefully, it'll help!
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Let me just say though, your love for him shines through in the writing. Which makes me, as a reader, love him too. So you'd best not stop loving him!
(As one of my friends said the other day, I have an amazing talent for rationalizing the irrational. Including fangirl love of OCs.)
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Shhhh! Don't tell my husband!
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It's so sad when we get our crazy temporarily taken away from us.
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Oh gawd, YES. This happens. Or, your are thinking about something fic related and grinning like an idiot in the office and someone says, "You are in a good mood." BUSTED
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I hate that kind of interference with how one operates. Even when it's in a good cause, like this one: I get resentful.
I hope you are able to come up with a different methodology. Perhaps you can go for long walks at lunch? Or go sit in the car at lunch? Oh, wait, no, it's winter, that won't work.
Well, good luck with it and I hope it won't last too long.
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As for the chocolate, as E pointed out to me, there is this whole "thing" involving the American GIs handing out chocolate. The idea of Americans handing out candy to poor people is a really fraught image and here, he's handing it out to a non-white man, who will in turn give it to a British woman. These are really loaded concepts, both then, and now. Clark is being generous, and just so American about it -- well meaning, slightly obnoxious, deadly earnest. You can't dislike him for it, but there's a real innocents abroad quality to it as well.
I wondered about the Brits turning their noses up at American chocolate. From what I can tell from the research, there wasn't any true chocolate during the war, or very little with no cocoa beans, and butter and sugar being so tightly rationed. There was ration chocolate which was apparently yucky. I think that even Hershey is going to taste pretty amazing if you've not seen any a while. And I'm going to go have a Special Dark.
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it is alone, and ME time. No one else. Just you. It's heavenly.
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Who did you cast him as!? (I know this is shocking and shameful for you, but I am all excited. WE SHALL LURE YOU TO THE DARKSIDE). But really, I promise, if you tell whom you cast to play him, I won't even spam you with visuals. :DD
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OKAY NICE PEOPLE. UM. GEORGE CLOONEY!
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UM OF COURSE IT IS LOLOLOLOLZ <333333 This is probably my favorite quote about myself ever.
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I've just had a thought. Col Clarke's John Malkovich, isn't he?
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As for the drive - maybe get him to wear earplugs while you drive xD
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Asked dad about Liverpool in 1940s and he said it was mostly Irish (A la NYC for number of expats) and the numbers you gave for chinamen sounded a bit high.
Re Col Clarke is it Misha?
I love that userpic!
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So, I don't think that's quite Becky. More like Dean trying to talk to Cas when he may or may not be there
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