First of all, hi! I'm a first time participant this year, so I hope that you didn't have too much trouble finding this post.

I love underlying friendship and optimism, a little comfort and romance. I love characters to be true to canon. And, predictable as it is, I love a hopeful ending. If it's helpful at all, my fic can be found here, and I must admit that the theme of 'writing what you like to read' does kind of apply for me, in a broad sense. But at the same time I'm not against a little edginess, so don't at all feel like you can't step beyond those parameters...

( Okay, details. )

So there we are. I hope this has been helpful, newbie factor and all notwithstanding...I look forward to seeing what you come up with :)

Cheers,
Jen

Gotta say I'm glad October's over. Such a mixed-up time. One day I'm saying goodbye to my cat, another I'm watching Teddy Tahu Rhodes in a (truly, truly) sublime performance of Mendelssohn's oratorio Elijah. I shed a lot of tears last month, so I'm holding out for a better few weeks.

Still. New page on the calendar and all that. I thought I'd share my two small contributions to the recent bsg_pornbattle. I can't tell you how fun these were to write (except I just did)--and it probably goes without saying, but these are to be taken with a pinch of whatever gets you perky, because me being me, I can't be porny to save myself from the clutches of the porn monster of the deep, so...eye of the beholder. Anyway. Enjoy.



Unreal Love Story BSG/Sense and Sensibility; Laura Roslin/Colonel Brandon; R
For the prompt finally a romantic
( That's the thing about hallucinations--they're not quite fantasies, not quite dreams. But damn if they don't surprise her. )


Not Billy BSG/Torchwood; Laura Roslin/Jack Harkness; R
For the prompt: "I've always had a thing for Presidents."
( Gods, it was if he was made of cocky self-assurance and just knew it worked... )

Maybe you can tell from my subject line, but things have picked up a bit, so:

The "You Should Write..." Meme!
my thread here

Okay dokey, all you cooks out on my flist. Something to hurrah about (well, if you're me that is): I finally found enough in my budget to buy a brand new stove to replace the terrible old thing I had when I moved in, so if you have any recipes suitable for a novice cook, let me at them. I want to get proper cooking smells in my little home at last!

Title: Confessions of a Pontiac in Baby Blue
Author: Jen (jazzfic)
Rating: PG
Pairing: James May/Richard Hammond
Words: 7,749
Disclaimer: The characters in this work are based on real people. All depictions herein are entirely fictional, and do not aim to reflect real actions or events.
Summary: In which a race (which isn't), a suggestion (every bit Jeremy's), and a brief fling with tabloid journalism combine to make James believe he's either lost the plot, or the world is simply carrying on as normal.
Notes: My first venture into this sort of fannish enterprise, so I have to admit that the nerves are all a flutter here. Thanks to emmi_tennant for the beta, and to lalumena for words of encouragement.

( In James's fantasies, the only reason he knocked the model train off its tracks was for the excuse to set it all up again from scratch. )

Title: Five battles Mal fought for the losing side (and won)
Author: Jen (jazzfic)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Mal (hints of Mal/River)
Words: 1,523
Disclaimer: None of it is mine, as usual, I merely borrow.
Notes: serenity_santa gift for my dear whatever_we_are. To say I was thrilled to get to write for you is somewhat of an understatement. You have always been so supportive to me, and a wonderful beta reader--any mistakes here, of course, are all mine :D Merry Christmas.
Summary: In times of difficulty, he tells the others that their refuge is this ship. He will never admit that his own is denial.

( The last of the shells are still fizzing in the earth, when he finally accepts the order to stop. )

I was beginning to wonder if I could write anything these days that wasn't just a shopping list. When in doubt, return to where you started.

All Motion Stopped, Firefly: River, Mal; PG; 1,102 words
For fireworkfiasco, who is clever and talented and wrote the first paragraph, and very generous to let me play with the rest.

He has rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows; the skin on his arms is brown from the sun, time spent on earth-bound places that River so rarely sees, not these days, when she only seems to be proficient at hiding from real things, the reality of what is out there.

( When people look at her, they see a bit of crazy and a lot of strange as her eyes flirt and fall away. )

I love book memes. Snagged just now from ohvienna:

Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.


'Medea had fallen in love with him, and by her aid he was able to avoid the traps laid for him by Aeetes, to regain the Golden Fleece, and to escape, taking Medea with him.'

from the introduction to Euripides: The Medea, trans Rex Warner.

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Um. My Greek Tragedies are on a little bookshelf right next to the Dell. Next along the line are my Homer, Pliny and Thucydides. I promise, it's unintentional intellectual!

Title: Returning to the Point Halfway
Author: Jen (jazzfic)
Rating: PG
Characters: Robin, John, Allan, Much
Words: 1,094
Disclaimer: Never mine, I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Home is a hard place to come back to.

( He follows behind the others, drawing his cloak tight in thin defense to the wind, which rustles through as if a welcome and stern reminder in one. It is familiar ground; if the King were to be transplanted from his desert battlement, Allan thinks, he would not find the war so different here. )

This was possibly a bit too much fun to do. Although if I don't see Photobucket again for a while, I'm not going to mind...



Warning: may contain traces of irony and/or bias towards motoring journalists with sensitive hair.
132 jpg images, 100 x 45 pixels. Download zip folder here.

I hope the link works, it's the first time I've shared a file like this. All comments are love :)

At this rate, I'm going to have these requests done by, oh, the next millennium. And I know I said ficlets, so...just imagine this is smaller than it is ;)

The Man in the Mirror, PG, 1791 words
For telynmurali; Doctor Who; Jack, Nine, Ten--sunshine and puppies.
In which our Hero hides from the rain, gets waylaid by eager salesman...and meets a stranger who's strangely familiar.

( There was a man in the mirror. There was a man in the mirror, and that man wasn't Jack. )

I know, I know I have writing to do, but I discovered a cure for the creative brick wall...put some swirly shapes around it, et voila, instant desktop! Well, it keeps me busy.

Boy Soldier, G, 379 words
For invisibleshrew; Firefly, Zoe--choices.
She'd watched too many die like this.

( You believe me, don't you, Sir? I had no choice. )

Dear Microsoft Word,

Inspiration has packed up and toddled off on one of those 18-35's tours to Bali. I must write something that isn't a grocery list, or I will go batty. Please start my opening sentence for me.

In perpetual & pointless hope,

Me


In light of the above correspondence failing to work, I'm offering up ficlets to anyone who would like one. Comment with a fandom you know I can cope with (Robin Hood, Firefly, Doctor Who, Lost), and a character/pairing/whatnot. That way, I won't be looking at a blank page, and shall happily revel in not having to open my dreaded WIP folder. 'Tis the folder of doom, I tell you...;)

Title: The Eyes Don't See
Author: Jen (jazzfic)
Rating: PG
Characters: Simon/Inara
Words: 785
Disclaimer: They're Joss's creations, as ever.
Summary: He tries, to no result. He tries and nobody listens.
Notes: A late entry into the Firefly prompt-a-thon, for the prompt Simon/Inara, curiosity.

( This is what doubt is made of--hands where hands don't belong, an impolite breach of everything that is good, and right, and known. )

One day I'm going to bite the bullet and invest in one of those graphic tablets that I've coveted since about the age of, oh, I don't know, eight. When I was young my brother and I had an Apple Mac which ran a drawing program called Kid Pix, and I became very good at drawing horses with a wobbly mouse. As you do.

Anyway, this post does have a point to it. Here's a Robin/Marian wallpaper that I thought I'd share. The image is from episode 1x09, in one of those all-too frequent scenes where there is almost NO LIGHTING TO SPEAK OF. I found that I was looking at this cap for a long time. Er, not that I'm obsessed or anything...




1024 x 768

Feeling terribly apathetic and uncreative this week (I don't think I could write ten words together that didn't make me annoyed at my inability to be even slightly original). Anyway, today I ended up with this, which I felt good enough about to share.

Title: Waiting on a Promise
Author: Jen (jazzfic)
Rating: PG
Characters: Robin/Marian
Words: 667
Disclaimer: This is the musings of a fan who claims no ownership.
Summary: When young men leave for the crusades, they can only look forward. They surrender to it, and it blinds them forever.

( It was said without warning and without apology: when you wake, my love, I'll be gone. )

Title: Impulses of Fear and Flight
Author: Jen (jazzfic)
Rating: PG
Characters: Much, Marian
Words: 2,250
Disclaimer: Stamped property of the BBC and Tiger Aspect, beyond which all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Much discovers that being stuck between the feelings of two people isn't fun at all--especially when they play havoc on his own.
Notes: For clanne. Happy Birthday :)

( Marian was seventeen years old. Much might be older by five years, and taller by a good hand-span, but she had long since shot past him in standing. )

Usually when I play in Photoshop it's in 100 square pixels, but last night I was bored and ended up making a wallpaper instead. Fairly simple, as I'm just learning to drive CS3, but I so liked this image of Much (sans cap) that you lovely people get two variations :)

Both 1024 x 768. (If anyone likes them and wants a resize, please let me know)

I should probably look back at 2006 and compare things, but in a way I do feel that I was less productive in 2007. Still, I actually branched out (shock!) into a lovely, shiny new fandom, and found inspiration in bits and bobs. I tell you one thing, though--I'll never be looking for a comma. I seem to be drowning in the damn things! Oh, well, they're useful for hanging coats.

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( Firefly )


( Firefly/Doctor Who )


( Robin Hood )

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Whew! There we are.