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I am President of the Lincoln County 4-H Board of Directors. This isn't a huge deal, most days. We meet once a month and talk about fundraising and things that we can do for the kids and community. It's a good gig, really. Help raise money, spend it on kids. Awesome.

However, in addition to that, I'm also the 4-H Ambassador advisor. 4-H Ambassadors are kids grades 6 - 12 who want to learn better leadership skills and take on some leadership positions in the county program. I get to help focus them, help provide guidance and try to balance the "responsible" and "fun" aspects of the program. Just last week we took a day trip to Peshtigo to visit the "Forgotten Fire"* area and to climb some waterfalls. (See education combined with fun -- I rock!).

I also am the leader of the "Crafty Artist" Project group. That's a group that meets once a month to do some arty-crafty type projects. We aim for older youth -- middle school and up -- plus adults. The program is more to teach skills and explore some new types of art/craft that people have always wanted to try. Last Saturday we made some really awesome fairy houses.

Here's one pic:


There's more at the Crafty Artist facebook page.

Finally, I am the leader for the Youth Market Place. The Market Place is a program youth learn about entrepreneurship and the ins and outs of running their own business. Well, that's just fancy talk for they make things to sell at a booth during the fair. I'm in charge of this program because I love it so and without me leading it, it was going to die. HOWEVER, I'm having a hard time growing it. I'd like to tie it to the "Maker" trend and the STEM programs but still keeping an emphasis on owning/running a business. This program is on my "make it work" to-do list for next year. It's also on my "get someone to help me run it because I am sucking at it" list.

Now usually my four hats don't have to be worn at the same time. In fact, it only happens one time a year: The week of the County Fair.

Then? Then I get to add a fifth hat. I am Chairperson of the Junior Foods division at the fair.

Guess what happens next week? Yah. Hello, County Fair.Details you probably do not need to know but that I am putting here so I can keep track of what I need to do.Collapse )

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So about this blogging thing...

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It's an odd thing, this little LJ. I tend to go months without putting anything up here besides fic. Then when I do post something, it’s long and meta or short and confusingly lacking actual information.

I've talked before on my hesitation to share things -- which is weird for someone who wants to be a writer, really. But it's this personal stuff that gets me all tense and uncertain. I can post fic with no problems what-so-ever, but I always hesitate with the more personal stuff. In other words, I have problems with the very thing that LJ is supposed to be about.

It's not just LJ, though. It's facebook and it's twitter and it's even messaging with other people. Or even talking with them in real life. And not just strangers, with friends.

The other day I was talking to someone and they asked how I was doing. I wanted to say all was fine except for the fact that soon Myria will have to head back down to Madison and that was just breaking my heart thinking about it. But I couldn't because I know that, things being what they are, I'd not get a real sympathetic response.

Don't get me wrong, my friends (on line and real life) are very sympathetic and caring, I just seem to engender a different type of response. Perhaps I'm not the type of person who needs a sympathetic response. I deal with a lot of things with humor and self-depreciating comments so I understand when people react to some statement with that type of response. Perhaps, I'm just the type of person that needs a less-sympathetic ear because I wallow a bit too much or I do, perhaps, harp on one thing for too long or about things that really aren’t important. Perhaps I'm just one of those people who needs a harder line. Perhaps I am the type of person who needs to be fixed and I should just appreciate that people care enough to help me.

Perhaps it’s like Christmas cards: You got to send them out to get them back. Maybe I’m just not that sympathetic of a person. A kind of emotional karma, if you will.

I don’t know. I just know that there are times when I can’t deal with those responses. I’m fairly self-aware. I know exactly how many of my problems are my fault and how much I really shouldn’t be complaining about anything. It’s just sometimes nice to be able to complain and have someone sympathize.

Still getting the thoughts out of my head may be a good thing and if I’m afraid of the response, posting it here may be the best alternative.

In any case, it will help me with my desire to actually try and be a writer/blogger/person who shares personal thoughts and emotions. Actual sharing.

Not sure I like it. Fic and meta are so much easier.

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FIC: At the Con (Agents of SHIELD, PG)

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Title:At The Con
Fandom: Agentes of SHIELD
Characters: Phil Coulson
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1300
Warnings/Spoilers: None, but you should know who Phil Coulson is. Mostly because he's awesome.
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Notes: Written for a challenge over at tv_universe where we were asked to "come up with TEN things - things that happened at home/work/school/traveling; things that were purchased/received as a gift/stolen/found/owned; things that were eaten... etc, etc, etc" and write fic about them. Minimum of 70 words.

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FIC: Only the Brave (CSI:NY, PG)

Mac Rain
Title: Only the Brave
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: Mac Taylor, Adam Ross
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1600
Warnings/Spoilers: Need to know what happened in Snow Day
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Notes: Written for a challenge over at tv_universe where we were asked to create a written entry, centered on a missing or filler scene. This can be fanfic, poetry, meta, etc. I choose to write a fic for CSI:NY. I always felt there needed to be a scene after Snow Day (4.24), wherein Mac talked to Adam about what happened. So I wrote one.

Only the Brave

Mac Taylor left the crime lab by the back way, a route that was as familiar as it was irritating. The day after the attempted takeover and drug heist at the crime lab, the Weekly had run the ridiculous "Hero Cop" storyline with his picture prominently displayed. Even now, a week later, the press was still camping out trying to catch shots of him as he came and went. He really hoped that they would move on to something new by the time he returned from his trip to England.

His usual routine was to spend as little time as possible outside the safe harbor of the crime lab or his home, but today was different. As much as Mac hated the way the press had handled the situation, he knew that his people deserved recognition and a chance to celebrate. A celebration that had to wait until today when Danny was finally out of the hospital and Adam's leave of absence had ended. Danny and Adam were the ones who had really paid the price for their actions.

While Mac hadn't been able to get the press to acknowledge their sacrifice, he'd at least been able to get the department to honor them. He'd just gotten word today that they were both going to receive the Medal of Valor. With his plane leaving for London tomorrow, he wouldn't have another chance to tell them. He'd risk a little exposure to be the one to tell tell everyone the news.Read more...Collapse )

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Meta: The Noodle Incident

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Written for a challenge over at tv_universe where we were asked to create a written entry, centered on a missing or filler scene. This can be fanfic, poetry, meta, etc. I choose to write a meta on a trope called “The Noodle Incident”.

The trope name comes from Calvin and Hobbes:

Hobbes: What about the noodle incident?
Calvin: No one can prove I did that!


In TV Tropes the trope of “The Noodle Incident” falls under the missing scenes umbrella and it’s one of my favorite tropes, not only when it’s used in shows (believe it or not) but it’s one of my favorite tropes to use in my writing.Read more...Collapse )

When done right, the readers/viewers get to take that little off-hand comment and make it their own. They get to fill in all the details as they think they should be done. They get to infuse the situation with their own impressions of the characters and their own preferences of what is funny or sad or whatever.

In my example, a reader or viewer who sees Character One as fairly gullible will have a completely different view of the incident than someone who sees Character One as someone who is never gullible.

Allowing those different views is extremely important for a writer. Sure, a writer always tries to make sure that the character they have created is presented in a specific way, but if you are too specific you limit the person experiences that different reader bring. You limit how much they can identify with the characters. You limit their ownership in the characters.

When you do that, you lose your readers.

It’s one of the reasons why fanfic that is supposed to explain the incident is often seen as divisive within the fandom.

Take, for example, the line in the first episode of Supernatural where Sam says to Dean: When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45!

There’s been quite a bit of fic written trying to explain that line and each one of them is colored by the attitudes and preferences of the fanfic writer. As a fanfic writer, we can afford to lose some readers. After all, we’re writing for ourselves and for those readers who share our views. As long as we like the fic, it doesn’t matter how many people read it.

Writers of the show -- or any original fiction for that matter -- are better off not ever explaining the incident. For Calvin and Hobbes, Bill Watterson never explained “The Noodle Incident”. He said he decided against ever stating what happened, as he figured nothing he could come up with would be as outrageous as what the readers thought happened.

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  • Sat, 22:59: Taking a break from the room parties to play a game of Tokaido. Well learning to play Tokaido...
  • Sun, 00:11: Heading back to the hotel. Tapped out!

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  • Wed, 17:45: Can just one thing be certian and positive today, please? So many things hovering out there, waiting to go wrong.

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FIC: Postcards (Hogan's Heroes, PG)

Hogan's Heroes
Title: Postcards
Fandom: Hogan's Heroes
Characters: Hogan and the gang
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1100
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Fanfic, for fun, not profit.
Notes: Written for a challenge over at tv_universe. We had to write a fic around the theme "Vacation".

Also: Apologies if you read this in the first 12 hours it was up, I didn't copy and post the whole thing! It's fixed, now!

Postcards

The postcard arrived at the barracks six months after it had been sent. Battered and beaten and stained with something that was a rather awful shade of green, it hadn't been redacted in any way. Not that much of a surprise, really, even the worst of the German censors probably couldn't come up with a reason to mistrust any of the eleven words on the back of the card.

"This could be what paradise looks like. Wish you were there."

Hogan flipped the card to the front. It was a beautiful, if somewhat stained, picture of Monterey Bay. The sun shone in the sky and all looked right in the world. He frowned and looked at the back again. It was addressed to him, but there was no salutation, no signature, no sign of who would have sent it.

"Who's it from, Mon Colonel?" LeBeau stood on tiptoe and peered down at the card. "A Mademoiselle perhaps?"

Hogan shrugged. "I have no idea. I don't know any one from Monterey Bay." And while that was true, the picture did make him feel better, so he tacked it up on the wall next to his door.

His men didn't believe him, thinking that he was holding out on them, but the mystery died in a few days, once they had a mission to distract them.

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