Time Is Not An Infinite Dimension In Space

1:17am: Come Away, Oh Human Child
S'pose I should actually get around to posting these now our identities are revealed and I can :-) Else it'll be March and I'll have forgotten to, and likely forgotten I ever actually wrote them. There are goldfish with longer attention spans than me, y'know.

Title: Come Away, Oh Human Child
Genre: Gen
Fandom: Diana Wynne Jones - Fire and Hemlock
Summary: "If it's a girl," he suggested casually, "we could call it Janet." And Polly felt her stomach freeze.


( Come Away, Oh Human Child )

1:23am: Hands Across The Sea
Title: Hands Across The Sea
Genre: Gen
Fandom: Terry Pratchett - Nation
Summary: The young Princess Ermintrude, heir to the crown of England, stared at the paper in front of her and tried to think how to begin her letter.

( Hands Across The Sea )

1:27am: The Last Dance
I deny ever watching this film, despite writing fic about it. I certainly deny ever crying. Hush.

Title: The Last Dance
Genre: Angst
Fandom: Titanic
Summary: As the ship sank, the band kept playing.

( The Last Dance )

1:30am: The Songs of the Nightingale
Title: The Songs of the Nightingale
Genre: Gen
Fandom: Fairy Tales - The Nightingale
Summary : There are often tales told of an Emperor who lived at a certain time and of what wisdom passed to him through a wonderful gift, but seldom do those storytellers truly speak of the life of the bird that was that gift and so what is known is only half of the real story.

( The Songs of the Nightingale )

1:37am: I Am Not Clark, My Name Is Pete
Do you know how much 1000 words in rhyme is? I'll tell you how much it is. It's a whole lot more than it seems before you start writing them.

Kat stared at me a lot. And that is why I love her.

Title: I Am Not Clark, My Name Is Pete
Genre: Crack fic. In rhyme.
Fandom: Dr Seuss, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
Summary: These children found me, in the park.
They took me home. They called me Clark.


( I Am Not Clark, My Name Is Pete )

1:42am: A Kind Of Magic
Title: A Kind Of Magic
Genre: Gen
Fandom: Diana Wynne Jones - Hexwood
Summary: Mordion wasn't sure how he'd first done magic.


( A Kind Of Magic )

1:46am: Entering With Intent
Title: Entering With Intent
Genre: Humour
Fandom: Terry Pratchett - Discworld
Summary: The Hogfather encounters a slight problem on Hogswatchnight.

( Entering With Intent )

1:51am: A Patrician's Best Friend
(Short, sweet, and written mostly because the story was there and someone had to tell it and it might as well be me)

Title: A Patrician's Best Friend
Genre: Gen I s'pose?
Fandom: Terry Pratchett, Discworld
Summary: If it was thought inappropriate that the Patrician should walk a dog himself, there was certainly no-one prepared to actually say so to Havelock Vetinari.

( A Patrician's Best Friend )

1:55am: Seduced By A Song
Last one until the Good Omens reveals, hurrah. Bed for Lauras!

Title: Seduced By A Song
Genre: Gen
Fandom: Fairy Tales - The Pied Piper
Summary: What we heard in the Pied Piper's music

( Seduced by a Song )

2:04am: Just before I go to bed
This is why I may never be normal.

Laura: *amused* People complaining about ratings comms always reminds me how faaaar my brain is from normal people where appearance is concerned.
Kat: Why>
Laura: I somehow turn out horrifically ugly? SUCKS TO BE YOU, YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT ME!
Laura: I uh. Struggle to think of my appearance any other way. Which is why mirrors result in me happily pulling faces, rather than checking if I've uglified since the last mirror
Kat: *dies*
Laura: Makeup? Pfft. LOOK, I CAN TOUCH MY TONGUE WITH MY NOSE

10:41am: Laura's Brain Weirdness
Last night's comment about my brain resulted in a long "you can't do WHAT?" conversation with Kat, so I felt I would clarify.

I can't think in pictures. My brain just doesn't seem to have the capability of thinking, memorising and storing pictures. It's not a choice - the ability to do it just is not there. Therefore I have pretty much no self-image - I can hold what I looked like in the mirror or a photo in my brain for maybe a second and it's gone.

Which isn't to say nothing ever bothers me, but they tend to be things I can *feel*. My crooked teeth annoy me sometimes because I can poke them with my tongue. I have a mole on my chin which occasionally sprouts a couple of hairs which bug the hell out of me until I pluck them, because I can feel them when I rest my chin on my chest. Spots usually *hurt* which isn't fun. So, I suppose I do have a kind of view of my face, but it's created by touch, not by my eyes.

There's other oddnesses I work around. I can't draw - when you can't hold a picture in your brain, you can't get proportions right. I do however love love love my camera - it has the memory I haven't got. In writing, I struggle with physical descriptions - personality, history, what's going on with their heads, all that I can do. What do things look like? That's HARD stuff. I'm not sure I could even describe my Mum and sister beyond a few sentences physically, and I should know them well enough.

I can't memorise diagrams. This one was discovered, with a few teary fits, when I first tried to learn the diagram of the heart. And couldn't. There's a trick there I don't have somewhere. I eventually put together a work around I still use - if I need to learn a diagram, I have to describe it in words (the red thick bit is ___ under that is ___) and then learn the words. (One of the reasons I gave up the vet idea - you really CAN'T get by in that if you actually can't learn anatomy diagrams).

It's weird, because the things I am very very good at all require linear thinking so I'm okay. Writing? Ace. I *dream* in words mostly, and occasionally in feelings. Occasionally I have falling dreams, and I can tell you about the sensation of falling, but not what anything looks like. Algebra is great, mental arithmetic is lovely and soothing, I start to struggle when we get to trig however because diagrams start coming into it.

Can anyone else empathise with this particular brain-hole, or is it just a Laura-thing?