I managed this morning to log into Fanfiction Net and type a post, only to receive the now familiar error message when I clicked on send. Dammit!

Well, at least it's a start. Meanwhile, I'm very frustrated.

I will be leaving in about an hour to spend a day with my son and his family. I don't know why he picks a day when the temperatures are around 95 degree Fahrenheit to schedule a nature hike, but there you have it. Wih me luck!

Fanfiction Net is glitching again. I've been trying to log in for the past hour with no success. I have only another hour or so before the withdrawal pangs start.

Here's wishing you a very happy birthday, Aislynn! May you enjoy many more!

Summary: You think you've got troubles? Two strangers meet in a little tavern on the island of Tortuga and swap stories. Silmarillion/POTC crossover. Humor/Angst. Rated PG

( Punished we were . . . )

For anyone with a really strong stomach, I am posting an old parody of mine to the public:

Nine and a Half Weeks In Mirkwood, Introduction and Chapter List

Warning: It is NC-17, and I'm not kidding.

Summary: Han Solo and Chewbacca crash land on a strange, backward planet. Will the Cleaver family be able to help them get home? Star Wars/Leave It to Beaver crossover. Rated PG-13.

Author's Note: This is an updated version of a story I wrote and published in 1984, under a different pen name. It originally appeared in the print fanzine, Flip of a Coin #6. I would like to thank my beta-reader, Ignoble Bard, and the good people at Lizard Council Writer's Group for helping me to polish it up.

( Leave It To Solo, or . . . Beaver Joins the Alliance )

Today marks the second day of the infamous Fanfiction Net login glitch, and I'm like an addict looking for my fix!

I had no idea how much I've come to rely on my social support group. I know some of you have Live Journals as well. If all else fails, we can talk here. Meanwhile -- I love you guys!

*snort* You have to check this out . . .

The Elvis-king

Thank you, Mistress Aislynn!

For the birthday of Mistress Aislynn, a modest tale I hinted at long ago and have finally been arsed to produce. Felicitations and many happy returns!

 

( Manwe's bollocks! Who could be behind this fiendish thing? ) 

 

Did it work? Find out inside.

( Read more... )

In Chapter Two, it's Will's turn to risk it all.

( The Flying Dutchman had been following the slave ship for the past two weeks . . . )

Summary: Ten years later, Jack Sparrow returns with a startling proposition for Elizabeth and Will. Can they trust him? Will they? Drama/Angst. Jack Sparrow; Elizabeth Turner; Will Turner; Bootstrap Bill Turner. Warning: Spoilers

( Chapter One: The Plunge )

Today, I find this at the Live Journal of wendwriter:

Okay, I'm going to say it here: T- and N- cooked it up and told M- about it, knowing she would rush in guns a-blazin' and without questioning the "evidence."

( Read more... )

I see here that The Battling Bard has had her poem, Felagund's Requiem, accepted by Amon Hen, the Journal of the Tolkien Society. Kudos to The Battling Bard. However . . .

( In which I try to avoid using the 'P' word. )

I guess I won't be damned after all. The reaction has been predictable:


So, back to the story-stealing thing. What I haven't seen is the "money shot," the PWNing piece that would blow into orbit any attempts at denial, so neither innocence nor guilt has been proven. There is enough room for suspicion on both sides, and for that reason I am sitting on the fence, waiting for either an explanation of the cheeky message or a screencap of the story in question with the incriminating email address. If such a screencap can be produced, I would be forced to admit that supporting the accused person was a foolish thing to have done. If it can't, all I have is a reasonable doubt of either guilt or innocence.

The stories in question were deleted by a LOTRFF admin before anyone could read them and associate them with Maiafay -- whom we have proved did not create that account herself. The person who created the account used the email address of The Battling Bard and would have to have had access to that email to activate the account. This has never been about 'story stealing,' although the stories in question definitely were not written by Maiafay. This is about attempted identity theft and impersonation to ruin another author's reputation.

No screencaps of the stories in question exist. The need to preserve evidence was not a priority at the time. Since The Battling Bard choosing to be honest in her explanation of the 'cheeky message' is as likely as the ghost of Harold Stassen winning this year's Presidential election, Wendwriter will no doubt remain on her fence.

Edit: The Battling Bard suspects her old email account was hacked. Yes -- there's the ticket!

There is enough room for suspicion on both sides

Ah, yes, because Wendwriter has had fallings out with Nieriel Raina, Maiafay and myself, whereas she is BFFs with The Battling Bard -- for now. I wish these two individuals joy of each other.

Edit: In case anyone is wondering what the heck is going on the genesis is to be found here.

Happy Holidays, friends, whichever one you celebrate! 

This lovely portrait is brought to you by the multi-talented greywing12.  Thank you, Greywing!



 

The writer of this rant ( seen here ) left out one very important detail. It is impossible for people to talk to each other, or email, when all forms of communication have been blocked unilaterally, as I learned when I found one of my replies to to a certain person deleted and attempted to take this discussion private.

This Live Journal remains open to comments from anyone, and I give my promise that no one will be censored. My email is to be found in my user profile. In addition, I have not blocked private messages or reviews from anyone at Fanfiction.net. I am willing to reason, both privately and out in public. The choice is up the the ranter. It always has been.

Anything else is . . . unreasonable.

Someone has left me a message. I'm touched. 

Er, friends, if you don't want to see a rant and a huge donnybrook, you might want to skip this.

( I've always preferred a stand-up fight to a bug hunt ) 
As long as we are in the mood for explaining contradictions, I have a few of my own that puzzle me.   Perhaps the Hall Monitor would be so kind?

( these two beauties ) 

After two weeks of sitting on my hands and gnashing my teeth at veiled and not so veiled comments in another venue, I finally broke down and hugged a 'Suethor' today. I ask you, what courage and wit does it take to pick on fourteen year olds? Does it make one's own writing better? Judging from the efforts of *certain writers* I think the answer to that question is no.

Professor Tolkien may be dead, but the last I heard, he had not passed on his mantle to anyone I know. I share the frustration of having to wade through page after page of adolescent writing at ff.net to find the occasional gem among the dross, but that is the nature of the archive. That is why Eru made back buttons.

For those who insist on a modicum of writing standards, I have one suggestion: Henneth Annun Story Archive, otherwise known as HASA.

And for those who wish for a juried archive that follows canon to the letter and eschews 'Sues' I go one step further and say, try Stories of Arda.