this is the year of the child when he spreads out his wings

[sab]

Next up is the Farscape ficathon assignment. I have header titles and an outline! I've written my name at the top! And the disclaimer! I also thanked Punk in advance! Clearly, I'm inches away from a completed story, and I've got seven whole days in which to do it.

After some very fancy somewhat immoral footwork, the multiverse2004 pairings are out as well, predicated on the concept that practically everybody got at least one request they can write. Me, I got three, but I swear, not just because I know the organizers, really, it just worked out that way. *g*

We learned things, too, 'Raste and I, not the least of which is that running a ficathon ain't easy, and running a multifandom ficathon's right close to impossible. So mad props to musesfool for the hard work she's done getting Remix/Redux II on its feet, and additional omnibus props to all ficathon-organizers far and wide.

Mostly, we learned about math, and not the kind that includes dividing by four, where I can just turn to Punk -- as I do, with math problems -- and say, "how'd I get 22?" and she'll say, "because you added wrong." Instead we had quadratic equations where the request says [Crossover 1: Fandom A/Fandom B and Crossover 2: Fandom C/Fandom D] but the available writers only write fandoms B and D *or* fandoms A and C thus making the assignment impossible to either of them, time to go back to the master list, rearrange things, get some of our broadest-spectrum multifandom whores back (all hail voleuse, sathinks, illmantrim and _par_avion, with an honorable mention to our intrepid pinch-hit volunteer leadensky, whose talents will almost assuredly be called upon in the future) and start again. Then I went to bed and 'Raste had some pizza and in the morning there was a FAQ and no one's declared vendetta upon our houses and our children's children, or at least not where we can hear it.

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Meanwhile, I elected roommates, and loads of 'em, in the hopes of replicating my Brooklyn commune on Angeleno soil (desert, bedrock, San Andreas fault). I will miss ptpatricia a whole lot, but the new folks seem okay. I got 81 responses to my ad, so I had the luxury of being selective, and even so -- as these things so often go -- I ended up picking the first girl I met, though I dutifully met the others as one by one they dropped by, and all stuck around, and by midafternoon we had a coffee klatch in the living room with five girls and a dog.

Now I'm awake (again, still) because I flipped nocturnal and I'm hungry and dizzy and reading the remixes with sheer delight.

Say.

If you're out there and you know how to build the kind of site used by the Remix or Yuletide, with forms and anonymous feedback and whatnot, we would very much like to borrow your talents for the Multiverse. Anyone care to volunteer to make us a site?

Comments

[leadensky.livejournal.com]

Working under the assumption that all multiverse2004 signupees are wise and well-planned persons, who would only fail to provide their fic on time because of a dire and horrific trauma of real life, I hope to hell I'm not needed.

But. Just in case. *g* Ya'll are sweet hearts for doing this.

- hg