hobgoblinn: (g/w watch over me)
x posted to [livejournal.com profile] summer_of_giles and [livejournal.com profile] gen_storyteller

For my last [livejournal.com profile] summer_of_giles posting day, I offer this end to the first half of "A Father's Love." The plot thickens in the second half, "Mother and Child," notification about which will be coming soon to a Live Journal near you, here or on [livejournal.com profile] gen_storyteller. Thanks to our lovely mods for putting in so much work to make [livejournal.com profile] summer_of_giles happen, and to all you who have read and offered encouragement and support while I've started clearing away this old WIP. I hope you enjoy this section. While it can't quite be said to stand alone, this is a definite ending point of sorts, so no cliffhanger to Part 2. Let me know what you think.

A Father's Love, Part 1: The Dream, 3/3
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x posted to [livejournal.com profile] summer_of_giles and [livejournal.com profile] gen_storyteller

Here's my second [livejournal.com profile] summer_of_giles posting day offering, a continuation of the first half of "A Father's Love." Find it here. Feel free to leave comments here or on fanfic.net-- anonymous reviews are enabled on my account. The rest of this section, which rounds out okay, will be up Friday the 25th, with more to follow after.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ruuger for this great Giles icon, too. And for all who have read, commented and offered support and encouragement.
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X Posted to Summer of Giles.

Housekeeping Matters First )
And story background. )

Without further ado: here's the link. Feel free to leave reviews. Enjoy.
hobgoblinn: (Giles - multitasking)
I finished a song today. Some of you may remember my friend K, who passed away in December. I've never been able to get that collection of stories together, as I couldn't get other people to contribute. I passed on what I had to the family, and it will do, I suppose. But I tend to write music about significant events like that, and I finally got the music for this in the shape I wanted it. No words, just piano, but I'm really pleased with it, and I hope wherever K is, she likes it. I'm wondering if I can do a voice post of the recording I made of it, if it would come through decently. I'll have to look into how to do voice posts.

Now I just am hoping I don't have to start another piece anytime soon. My fearless leader for the night mass, M, is off this month, which is lucky, as the lung biopsy she had last week did indeed find more melanoma, and they ended up taking a good bit of the bottom lobe. They think they got it all, but still. This is the 3rd time she's dodged this bullet. The first was a patch of skin on the back of her ankle she accidentally noticed while shaving. A bit over a year later, they found it in her lymph nodes and took out all of the lymph nodes in her left leg. And now, a little over 2 years later, this shadow on her lung. I realize she's extraordinarily lucky to keep catching it, and each time so far she's bounced back after the course of treatments. But stage 4 melanoma is pretty tenacious. Those who offer prayers or good wishes to the universe at large, remember M.

And I am wrestling with my Summer of Giles tale in earnest now. Needs to lose the Giles POV stuff entirely, and stick to Willow, and Ethan when he makes an appearance. I'm thinking, though, that there's about 2000 words of a scene I'm now going to lose between Buffy and Giles that might make a good backup for Summer of Giles if I can't get the novel completed and edited in the next couple of weeks now that I'm doing a major revamp of the material. Besides, a novel is really too much to ask people to read for something like this. I may start posting the novel proper earlier on ff.net and just provide a link when saying this is a deleted scene to this longer thing. Haven't decided yet.
hobgoblinn: (Giles - multitasking)
Oh my. Just looked at the master list. Good news is, my posting day is the day before I leave for Texas to visit my mom.

Bad news is, it's about 8 weeks from now. I really am going to have to get on the ball here and figure out what to do, and how to fix my 06 Nano Novel to be a suitable Summer of Giles offering.

In other news, Wee Hob had a wonderful time whitewater rafting in Tennessee this weekend with the Scouts. As it was raining this morning, he brought a damp tent home and it is now set up in our living room to dry/air out. I think he plans to sleep in it tonight, after he finishes his dinner and the Homework he didn't have time to do before he left Friday afternoon.

I had a good weekend, too. Had a quiet dinner with my platonic friend, watched Snow Cake with him after. Saturday was Way Too Long at the ballpark, though we came out better on the money afterward. If they dock us again for any reason though, that's it. Too much effort for too little money. I made a determined effort to drag myself out of bed and into the shower before noon, but only because I knew I would have to go pick up the Wee Hob early in the afternoon.

But mostly, I just needed to wibble about the fact that Summer of Giles has started. Which I have now done.
hobgoblinn: (Giles Book)
As I was reluctantly waking up this morning, I got the flash of a question about the Buffyverse. Remember that stupid throw away line in Chosen, where Giles says he has to "dig up" his sources "quite literally; some of them are dead." What do we know about talking to the dead in the Jossverse? Read more. )

And thanks to [livejournal.com profile] katekat1010 for the lovely selection of Giles icons; for some reason I had none. If anyone has other Giles icon sources, please let me know-- hers were the first I stumbled across. I'd like a Giles hugging Willow one, I think. You can go to my user pics to see what I have so far-- all the Giles ones are hers. Except kitten giles-- anyone know who made that? I need to credit it appropriately.
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Holiday weekend has been a welcome respite from the craziness of my work lately. One of the cool things I did yesterday afternoon was walk down to Starbucks (much easier with my shiny new lighter laptop and backpack) and work on importing all my writing into Scrivener projects. I only have Pages on this machine for another couple of weeks, so I need everything I'm going to want to keep converted to Word before then. And as long as I'm converting, I may as well also import the files into my new noveling software.

Fic Wittering - Summer of Giles )

I still need to post a long treatise on the work situation, but I can't bring myself to do it now. It's too peaceful and lovely out now to dredge it all up. Wee Hob and I have a Parade tomorrow with the Scouts, then Indiana Jones now that we've almost finished watching the originals (Wee Hob had never seen Raiders. Ever.)

Say, has anyone else gotten a private message from a [livejournal.com profile] jonah8079 saying something about having something for you? They sent a PM and then followed up with a journal comment. But I have no idea who or what this person is. When they first posted, I went to their journal to see if I could figure it out, and there was nothing. Now there are a couple of generic music I like posts. It's just strange, is all.

I said "Lazy Sunday" but I sang this morning and need to get ready to go back again. Hope everyone has a lovely day/ holiday.
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Thanks to everyone who offered kind words and support for my friend. He is doing much better and was released from the hospital yesterday. Would have posted last night, but seriously, WTF was up with LJ?

But that's not what this post is about. Many of you long time friends may have noticed a certain waning in my enthusiasm for all things Buffy. I read a bit, I comment, but I don't seek it out with my former zeal. I feel a little bad about my new fascination for a certain Potions Master, but there it is. Last year I signed up for Summer of Giles, only to have Potterdammerung hit about the time I needed to be seriously working on something-- anything. I posted a short fragment, gave the other story start to a good home, and that was it.

So, what should I do this year? Sounds like a job for... a Poll.

[Poll #1172603]
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Title: Graveside
Author: hobgoblin
Rating: FRC, genfic

Written for [livejournal.com profile] summer_of_giles

DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, the WB Television Network, and whoever else may have a hold on them. I do not mean to infringe upon any copyrights.

Here's my offering for today. And yes, Potterdammmerung did suck out my brain, leaving me only with this fragment from months ago. Least it's short.

An alternate universe, an alternate perspective. Post Chosen. Anyone who'd like to take this idea and run with it, just ask.

She watches him, sometimes. He's greyer now, older, infinitely weary. They've been friends, lovers, enemies, colleagues, comrades at arms, strangers over the years. Sometimes all of them at once. She got right with him, then wrong, then right again, more times than she cares to count. For the better part of a decade now, she's watched. Watched as the burdens ground him down to this man she barely recognizes.

She crosses the distance between them now as the crowd disperses, leaving him to stand alone at the grave, gazing off into nowhere. He starts as she lays a hand on his arm. He's shaking so hard, trying to hold it in, to be strong in front of his charges, but she knows better. Without a word, he opens his arms and wraps them around her, but it is she who holds him up.

She’s been with the coven for a long while, ever since she came to help Willow with her magic, and her grief. She’s always felt responsible for that-- that she wasn’t there while her friends’ lives came unhinged; that she didn’t even know Giles wasn’t there, either, until it was far too late. When Buffy called, her voice like ice.

But Rupert feels responsible for much more. He stands now at the grave of another Slayer, one not much older than the child they might have had. Another casualty in the never ending war. He always does this afterward-- gives himself fully to his grief this one time, then takes up his mantle again and carries on. She hates the stiff upper lip bullshit, but she sees why he does it, now. That grim determination has gotten them through more bad nights than she can number.

But she can’t help missing his smile.
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