OK, so you all know that [livejournal.com profile] kizzia is one of my best friends along with being my personal cheerleader, beta and all round wonderful person.
This morning I mentioned that I was feeling a little down when we skyped about Unintended Consequences. Half an hour later this appeared in my inbox!

I really do have some wonderful friends. And I suppose, indirectly, she made a present for [livejournal.com profile] azriona too!
I've alread attached it to the story on AO3 and used it to post the story on Tumb1r and now I'm going to put it on the story post here!
So my darling [livejournal.com profile] kizzia has posted the second of her 100 things challenge and it's all about Sherlock! She's being all eloquent and right again, so please go and check it out here.

But not only has she written that, she's also posted an "all things Sherlock" list, with loads of fab websites and things that other fan fiction writers and Sherlock obsessives might like. And that post is here.

Go on, be off with you to read and enjoy and don't forget to talk to her. She's really lovely and I don't think she feels like part of the fandom yet, despite the fact that if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have any of my fan fiction posted at all (she's my own personal cheerleader and I love her to bits - in case you hadn't figured that out).

Oh and, if you need any more encouragement, I asked Mr Cumberbatch whether you should go an read Kiz's posts. This is what he said:

Now you've got no excuse!
When will I learn that a draft does not a finished work make? 
I started writing The Weight of Knowledge over two months ago and posted the first chapter only when I'd written all three chapters and finished editing 1 & 2.  I posted those two pretty quickly in succession, certain that I'd be able to iron the wrinkles out of chapter 3 in good time.
Yeah and oh look, flying pigs!
I just can't make it read properly and it doesn't fit with the first two chapters at all. I know part of it is that I'm working with really triggery material (describing how John feels when he realises he's put on weight, facing up to why he was able to hide it from himself, why Sherlock didn't mention anything, how he feels about it, what his own weight gain means to him and how he feels about John's) and that makes me nervous in case I upset someone (me not included although it hasn't been easy writing it - which was half the purpose in the first place). 
Then there's the damn writing style I was so eager to try out in the first place - works brilliantly for chapters 1 & 2 but it's strangling what I'm trying to do in 3, making things sounds flippant when they really shouldn't.
I've re- written it so many times I want to scream and [livejournal.com profile] kizzia has beta'd and even written her own version in an attempt to help me out (which is the one I'm currently playing with as she somehow managed to get all the good bits from my versions and string them together in her own inimitable fashion) but I still grates on my nerves and I refuse to post something I'm not happy with.
I just want it gone! 
Do I post and be damned or spend today trying to fix it ([livejournal.com profile] kizzia has offered moral support via Skype)? Answers on a postcard please :)
Right you lovely people, my darling [livejournal.com profile] kizzia has decided to start her 100 things challenge and return to writing her own stuff rather than being at my beck and call 24/7. Seriously, she's been an absolute star in helping me with Little things and all my other WIPs and I owe her so much for her patience and kindness.

So, instead of sulking - which really wouldn't be fair - I thought I'd point you all towards her first 100 things post, on the wonderful poem For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon.  If you do have a couple of minutes to spare please click here have a read and then drop her a comment. She's a lovely person, a fab writer and I'd like her to have a few more friends on here.

And in case that wasn't incentive enough, here's a rather serious photo of Mr Cumberbatch as Major Jamie Stewart in War Horse:
Benedict as Major Jamie Stewart in War Horse
It is Armed Forces Day today and, as usual, my friend Kiz not only thinks the same way about the men and women who serve in Britain's Forces as I do but she's also expressed those thoughts on paper in a far better way than I ever could.

So here is a link to her blog post "Heroes" - please go and read it as I think you'll enjoy it.

100 things

Apr. 14th, 2012 05:17 pm
Well I've just had a fab chat with [livejournal.com profile] kizzia who completed her exam last Thursday (yay for Kiz!) and we've agreed that we are BOTH going to do the 100 things challenge. 

I'm going to split the 100 into 10 blocks of 10 and the list is as follows:

1 - 10 Favourite books/authors
11 - 20 Favourite films
21 - 30 Favourite TV shows
31 - 40 Favourite places
41 - 50 Favourite artists
51 - 60 Favourite activities
61 - 70 Favourite pieces of music
71 - 80 Favourite periods of history
81 - 90 Favourite poems
91 - 100 Favourite people

[livejournal.com profile] kizzia is going to write 221B drabbles - 100 of them! I think she's got the harder job to be frank but then she sounded so enthusiastic I'm almost wishing I'd got it - Ben tossed a coin and Kiz called it. Mind you since she chose it she can't blame me when she's run out of ideas half way through ;)

And don't think that I've forgotten all the fan fiction I've got on the go - far from it. I think there are - having spent quite a lot of today typing up my ramblings - at least three Sherlock fics that I can put together, plus "Kiss me, I'm Irish!" the second half of "Regent's revenge" and my Brolin series. It seems a shame that I have RL commitments really, as I've definitely got enough here to keep me occupied for quite some time :)

So, yay for typing fingers working - even if my arm does hurt a hell of a lot right now - yay for [livejournal.com profile] kizzia being back on t'internet and yay for 100 things.
Which, loosely translated, means that Ben is moving in! 
I have to admit the thought of not having him around, after the last two weeks of constant companionship, had left me feeling more than a little bereft but I'd assumed that he'd go back to his own place now I'm going back to work.  Only the guy Ben rents a room from called him this morning and gave him notice - turns out he's proposed to his girlfriend and she wants the house just for them.  Given that Ben had put him on speaker I did a quick bit of negotiating (Ben's getting this month's rent back for leaving immediately) and my spare room is now his.  He and Grey have spent the best part of today ferrying his belongings over here and I, because it was the only thing Ben would let me do, have made more cups of coffee than any one person should be capable of if they aren't employed as a barista :)
I'm so glad I get to have him living with me again - he makes me laugh like no one else on this planet and has been there for me so many times over the years that he deserves a medal. Friends like him are a once in a lifetime thing I think, I'm really bloody lucky to have him.

There have also been some very interesting developments regarding the two scumbags that gave me my still fading facial bruises and the broken arm.
I'd love to share them with you all but I've been told I'm not allowed to in case I prejudice the case.  Which isn't much but I know none of you will need Sherlock to work out what's going on :D

The only thing that is slightly denting my spirits is the thought of the tube journey tomorrow with my sexy blue sling on. My balance is off at the best of times, but traversing packed rush hour trains with only one working arm is pushing it to the limits.  Ah well, at least I'll be back on my projects again.
I seriously have no idea how Ben (my best friend) puts up with me.  Yesterday I was still too out of it on the meds to feel anything much but today I am so grumpy it's untrue and I've snapped at him more than once.  He really doesn't deserve it, he's been here since he brought me back from the hospital and I doubt I'd have eaten properly if he hadn't.  But I've always been appalling at being ill and this time is no exception. My face looks like a half finished picasso and I still can't manage anything more than soup or porridge.  Work won't let me back into the office until next week at the earliest - apparently I look too awful for HR to accept I'm well enough to be there. Not being able to use my arm is driving me mad - I've got all this time on my hands and so much writing I want to do but it's so difficult to type with one hand I can't enjoy it.  And to top it all off the police don't have any leads on the two arsewipes who cause all this. Grrrrrrrr!
On a more positive note the lad who I helped is doing really well.  He's back at home and he and his mum, via the police officer who came yesterday, sent a huge bunch of flowers as a thank you. Plus, as Ben's just pointed out, I can spend the rest of the afternoon curled up with him and the cats watching Merlin and drinking hot chocolate. If chocolate and Bradley can't make me feel better then nothing will.
Oh, I just want to say thank you again to everyone who has left me lovely messages of support. I'm not feeling capable of replying to each one individually, but I really do appreciate them all. 



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