Mar. 8th, 2009

karanguni: (BALTHIER beckons)
Been writing a bit of [livejournal.com profile] nasdack lately (very overdue-ly, since the plotline for this, uh, plotline came up months and months and months ago). It's sort of kind of VERY terrifying that the introduction to the new arc - which isn't even on the giant list of Things To Do that Nyx and I have up - is clocking in at, oh, 5000 words.

I'm just going to be here.

Whimpering a lot.

And wondering how long the baseline of 18 major scenes is going to come up to. Multiply each scene by at least 2000 words and and and JAlfjlasjflkajsflkjfla sjfkl.

Hee hee hee. ♥

Anyone have anything in particular they'd like to see in the AU? Just to, y'know. FAN THE FLAMES. *beams*
karanguni: (Bebop SMOKING)
Since I am clearly insane, I decided to code [livejournal.com profile] white_jenna's layout on a new style system. *BEAMS THE CRAZY BEAM OF THE DERANGED* Four hours later and I'm a little cross eyed, maybe 60% successful, but have enough of my head into Minimalism now to kind-of-sort-of know what I'm doing wrong. Kinda.

Tea break now, finishing touches later. *collapses*

[edit] Done! *collapses* If anyone wants to test-run it for me, clickity here! And if anyone wants some CSS tutorials on Minimalism, god, I could probably write you an essay right now.

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax