The Wicked One's Den of Sin!

(F-list, just ignore me. I'm crazy and forgetful.)
Hey, if you're reading this for the first time. I'm Wicked Wonder, and this is just an intro post. If I friended you, it's probably because you have a really interesting LJ and... that's about it. Most of my stuff is F-locked, because I've had issues in the past, but really, I'm pretty drama free, with a few exceptions. What else? I'm madly loyal, to causes, to friends, to things like radio personalities and TV shows- and I'll usually tell you why I am. I can't help but let people know how I feel! Basically, I'm just me, someone who loves adverbs way too much and occasionally writes fanfiction, and tries to change the world in my spare time. If you wanna be added to me LJ, comment here, I'll check it out (I'm still having issues) and I'll add you!

Current Mood: bouncy

This was brought on by my intro post, which is in 2020. That was so freakin' far away when I chose it, and now it's 3 years away. I'll turn 41 that year. I started this LJ when I was in my early twenties. Yes, the OLD is messing with me today.
I was meaning to do a state of the Wendy. I can't type like that (damn carpal tunnel) but instead, I'm gonna go back to YouTube, which is where I spend the majority of my time anyway.

I defaulted last year, on a friend, pretty much at the last minute. We had three full-time people quit at my job, which meant I was there for close to 50 hours a week. I was planning the vacation of a lifetime, and was spending my non-work time swinging back and forth between giddy anticipation and certainty that I was doing this all wrong and would find myself stranded in the ocean like the movie Deep Water (which I've never seen, the preview was bad enough). I false started a few times, and assured myself that once I was on actual vacation, I'd feel all rejuvenated and super creative and full of words. I was full of words, but I ended up keeping a travel journal which was so cool, but not so much for fiction. But I'm Clutch, I told myself. Once my mind knows that deadline is breathing down my neck, I'll be a fountain of words!
Except that life kept happening. I wrecked my car on the highway during a bad storm, and rejoiced 'cause I hated that POS, work got crazier, there was a Star Trek convention that I volunteered at (never again, it sucked all the joy out of the con for me) and suddenly the deadline was a week away and I was never, never going to have an idea. None of this was my recip's fault- she's lovely, left plenty of details and prompts, all the things you'd want as a recip- it was all on me.
In exchange for being a terrible person, I got not one, but two stories that were written as a prequel/sequel- happy accident of my pimping my chosen fandom love hard, having prompts that lined up with another recip, and our two authors deciding to work together to give us both double prizes. I mean, I'm still in awe that I got my Fandom of My Heart story, but two times over? Man, I have always been spoiled, and this is no exception.

Meanwhile, my recip got a pinch hit that was right up her alley, in a totally different fandom than her and I matched on, and I was so happy that her Yuletide ended up good, because like I said, she's awesome.
On that note, I could've done a NYR, but my life never slowed down, and for once, my own things were stranger than any fiction I'd ever come up with. I started vlogging, which is a trip and a half because I'm not good at it, but it doesn't stop me.
Good god, all the words to explain what the headline said! I'm happy I did Yuletide all those years, but I'm not sad I'm not this year. More relieved that I won't have to disappoint anyone with a lack of story.
Well, now that I've established that it's all about me, time to go help the parents out with some things. Adulting!

(Because I got Things to Say, and also couldn't wait to brag any longer.)
I defaulted this year. I've never done so before- always posted before deadline (if only hours before) because while I am Clutch, and I need a hard stop, I also am OCD. So between Yuletide starting and now, we lost three people at work with no real replacements in sight, so I was pulling in 48 hour workweeks, I went on the fantastic vacation of my dreams- I can gush on and on, but I won't now, and wrecked my car while at a Star Trek convention (!) and had to replace it on the fly, but ended up with the car of my dreams. All this while a blank page kept staring at me.
I thought about my prompts everywhere, I brought a little notebook on vacation, envisioning myself writing while free of care, but instead I kept a travelogue. I false started in hotels, at work, on the computer and longhand, I got drunk and tried, I got high and tried, I combined the two, and suddenly there was no time left and I realized that I wasn't going to get my shit together in time and I like my recip and didn't want her eventual writer to be screwed. I didn't have a story, and figured it was just as well, it'd be the Yuletide That Never Was, and maybe I'd think about a NYR when my life stabilized a bit.
I was at work when I got the notification. I had looked at some point, enough to know I'd gotten something, and in what fandom, but no shaking beyond that. Had to wait out the rest of work to get home and tear into this Tomorrowland story- http://archiveofourown.org/works/5463680 Gift Guides for Grumpy Bastards, which made me laugh. I have all the love for this story, it just unfolds so well, and man, there were so many moments that I just smiled, and laughed (because the snark is strong, and I'm a sucker for it) and it was just what I wanted. I'm so happy right now, and I didn't think I would be about Yuletide again (you don't know how lazy I've called myself, not being able to write, when I used to feel the words itching to come out, but I can see that I've had a bit of a time, writing it all out- gonna have to give myself a half-pass on this one) and I'm just glowing. So well played, unknown author. You made me feel like Casey, seeing the girl beckon her aboard!

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Ugh. Ya'll know I don't really leave the shallow end of the pool, but sometimes you have to dive in.
If you're a writer, please click here- http://ladydragon76.livejournal.com/226783.html
and read about this loser that's reposting people's stuff without permission, scraping fics from sites and carrying on. My stuff isn't Hemingway but it's mine. Your stuff is yours too. Let's defend it!

Hello! Welcome to my shiny Yuletide letter, where I'm gonna tell you why I want what I want and then beg shamelessly.

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This year I hit the fic jackpot and have to let people know! I'm pimping my gifts plus a few others that I loved and you should too!
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I have to say this was the Yuletide that made my Grinch self happy. Many thanks to my authors and to everyone that was a part of this big ol' machine!

Hello, Yuletide Writer! I'm both happy and really sorry for you. I'm a weirdo, and I tend to ramble (and use lots of parentheses) so yeah, let's get to it!
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Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: Yes-Heart of the Sunrise

All late, I wanted to pimp my gift- http://archiveofourown.org/works/595195 Set a caged bird free, by Makioka. It's a post-canon look at Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, about Rebecca and Adam Ladd's relationship, and it works so nicely. If you remember this fondly as I do, go read and love.