More than 50% of the entries are public, and as for the others:
Joan Crawford is the gatekeeper! And she's TOUGH!
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Word Count: 3137
Characters/Pairing: Bertie Wooster/Reginald Jeeves
Genre: Humor, maybe Crack around the edges
Summary:Bertie makes a wager. And the word "balls" gets used a great deal.
The flat was dark and all was still. Even Jeeves, my man, would not be awake for another hour and a half at the earliest. As I moved about the silent sitting room, I thought I heard a small noise.
Thwick thwick thwick thwick
The young master stood, irresolute. What could possibly make such a strange noise? A tiny chorus of tap-dancing mice in teeny-tiny top hats?
So, knocking out 'Jeeves And The Hardboiled Eggs' was a lot of fun, so I thought I'd start another story with the premise: Bertie is bisexual and is having a casual affair with a chorus girl. Hadn't thought much beyond that.
Then, the evil thing starts GROWING. What if Jeeves has taken a vow of celibacy? Maybe bunging Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers into it would be fun. What if Bertie discovers the theater is the perfect hiding in plain sight place for inverts?
AND THAT'S JUST THE BEGINNING!
At present I have almost 30 pages of partial scenes, each one divide, and more needing to be written. I'm not going to post anything until most of it is done. I've ran into so many WIPs in this fandom I'm ready to deck somebody. It's harder to tell on LJ than A03 when something is finished or not.
Fic rec: There Are No Winners In War, by BaBaLooBlue. A fantastic "missing scenes" story about the trip back from House's father's funeral. Beautifully written and no woobieness in sight.
Off The Deep End, Part Two
Authors: cuddyclothes , flywoman , menolly_au , damigella_314, pgrabia , lurid lurker
Summary: When House rejects him, Wilson disappears. AU branching off from 7X23 "Moving On."
Genre: AU, angst, smut
Relationships: House/Wilson, House/OMC (past)
Word count: 9736
Characters: Greg House, James Wilson, Blythe House
In the first part, authors are menolly_au, pgrabia, flywoman, cellista_in_c, luridlurker, and damigella_314. I don't come in until Part Two.
Summary: When House is trapped in a hallucinatory island paradise, Wilson has to help bring him out of it.
Unwelcome revelations ensue. AU branching off from 7X23 "Moving On."
Genre: AU, angst
Word count: 9736
Characters: Greg House, James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy, OMCs
Off The Deep End, Part One
So, once again, I’m tempted to write in another fandom. Over the years I’ve written fanfic for “Supernatural”, “House MD”, “Swiss Army Man” and on, a challenge, for “Dragnet”. It will take a long time to get the image of a naked Joe Friday out of my mind. Be careful of the writing challenges you accept.
Over the years, fanfic has proven the easiest thing to write. There are few expectations, no deadlines, no exposure to the wider world. The fandom applauds my stories and compliments my talent. It’s like giving candy to a baby. I’m a very good writer and I write easily in the voice of others. After all, I’ve been a playwright/monologuist for years.
I wrote my first Jeeves/Wooster fic, “Hard Boiled Eggs” and I’ve been on a reading binge for at least a week. A large part of the latter activity is that Mom's doing badly and I need to hide from that and from the state of the world in general. So I plunge into the world of fanfiction, Archive of Our Own, for hours on end.
But is all of my time to be taken up writing fanfic? I’m not young anymore. I should be turning my thoughts to a memoir, and essays. I have many ideas. I’ve written about mental illness. Right now I’m writing a piece about going insane. Going insane is definitely one of my strongest skill sets. I’m considering writing about handling a gun while I was in Memphis and how I really wanted to buy it. Even though I’m pro-gun control and a New Yorker to boot. I should finish a long piece I’ve been writing about my father’s death. Or the time a SWAT team showed up on my doorstep and took me to the psych ward. (Turns out it was a false alarm–someone called in to 911 deliberately. I never found out who it was.) I managed to write about being deported from England, in “A Basket Full of Cats”. Here
I should finish the enormous historical fantasy novel "The Princess and The Peeved" that I’ve worked on in spurts since 2009. I've finished reading Part 1 to my writing group. They shower me with applause and compliments. I should promote the anthology of my plays, “Cervix With A Smile”, that Exit Press published over a year ago. I should try to perform more than twice a year.
Part of me just wants to write about the unexpected consequences of when Bertie convinces Jeeves to be Fred Astaire to Bertie’s Ginger Rogers.
If I was younger I wouldn’t be quite so conflicted. Oh, wait, I’m always so conflicted.
Written in 2011 for the "Where Do We Go from Here?" Chain Fic Challenge on Live Journal
Post 7X23, "Moving On." When Wilson tracks House down at his beach paradise, they find themselves entangled in local politics and are made an offer they can't refuse.
Out Of Reach
Each writer is credited on each individual chapters.
If you're one of the writers and want me to take it down, please let me know!!!
Would that be okay? What do people think? Particularly my other contributors?
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster (books)
Characters: R. Jeeves, Bertie Wooster
Word count: 3173
Disclaimer: Fuck, no.
Summary: Bertie makes a wager. And the word "balls" gets used a great deal.
As most of you know, I've been shipping my own characters. To make it easier on myself, I went to the source material, and this is the result.
Two nights ago I slammed my foot into the thick wooden leg of an ottoman. It hurt like bejezuz. The next morning it hurt like twelve times bejezuz, plus I could hardly walk. My faithful dog walker was available, so he came and got Fletcher.
In other news: THE ECLIPSE! I ran downstairs without knowing exactly how I was going to look at it. I figured how to turn my camera into selfie-mode, then point it up at the sky. It was cloudy here in NYC. There were several large crowds out on Broadway. Each one contained people with eclipse glasses, who passed them around! It was incredible! The huge black disc in front of the orange fiery one. They were separating by the time they got here, 2:45 PM Eastern Time. The dog walker had Fletcher out during that time; I hope neither of them go blind. Although I can't envision my dog staring at the sun.
This morning Jeff taped up my toe to another one, and I've been limping around with a cane again. ARGH! I have a marble umbrella stand with an assortment of canes and walking sticks. Every time I think about culling my collection, something like this happens.
SO, back in the 90s a book I wrote, “The Devil You Say”, was published by Avon as the start of a comic fantasy series. It was a P.G. Wodehouse pastiche, more specifically, the Bertie/Jeeves stories. The leads are Aubrey Arbuthnot, a perennially penniless English psychic detective, and his stoic manservant, Hornchurch. The story involved a Book of Shadows, vengeful witches and Satan. Along with water spirit trapped in a water closet. It was voted “Best First Novel” by several science fiction publications.
The next one I wrote was a prequel, “Strong Spirits”. It detailed how Aubrey discovered his psychic powers and met Hornchurch. And also worked his first case while being haunted by his father. It got even better reviews.
I wrote an outline for the next book, “Bloodsuckers of 1933″, where Aubrey goes to Hollywood to consult on the first horror musical. But then my editor was fired, so the series was abandoned. The Aubrey books have such convoluted plots and are so labor-intensive I abandoned it and moved on to other projects.
There is a small, devoted audience who have asked when I was going to write another Aubrey book. In the meantime, the books have gone out of print. Nowadays, Kindle makes it easy to slap a book up online, which I’ve already done with some success. This necessitated typing a new manuscript.
In the intervening years, I became a fangirl. For years it was “House”. House and Wilson are still my OTP. I was introduced to the wonderful world of slash. Including looking at work through slash goggles.
When I wrote “Strong Spirits” I was unaware of slash. But in typing the manuscript, I can’t help viewing it through slash goggles and OMG! I’m shipping Aubrey and Hornchurch! It’s making me really uncomfortable.One good thing: if people write slash fiction about them, I’ll get to read it.
He cannot disavow, he cannot learn, he cannot acknowledge, he cannot CHANGE.
He is a 71-year-old racist soulless bastard who is incapable of caring about anyone but himself. He has always been this person. Why do people keep thinking he might change???
How many crazy 71-year-olds do you know who are going to change?
He has always been and will always be this person.
I wrote an angry email to Photobucket. They wrote back about giving me a Legacy plan. I wrote back, "what is a legacy plan and how much does it cost?"
The Plus 20 Legacy Pro plan includes 3rd party hosting, linking and 2 GB of storage, the renew price of this plan is $25. If the plan is renewed for another year, an upgrade to one of our current plans will be required in September of 2018.
So, I'll renew and then I have a year to figure out what to do. I suggest writing to Photobucket support and expressing anger and threaten to leave (in a non-hysterical way) and see what happens.