Authorly Update: Sandy

I don't live in NJ (or the northeast at all) any longer, but most of my family and friends still do. Happily, they are all okay and accounted for, and the worst damage was to the shingles on my parents' roof. And apparently to my Dad's sense of humor. But then that's always been a bit perverse.

(The following is only slightly dramatized...)
Me: "Hey, how is everyone doing?"
Dad: "We're good. Lost power for a while, but it's back now. A couple of trees came down. They didn't hit anything except the phone lines at the bottom of the backyard. We'll have to call somebody about that later. We still don't have cell service or cable but our DVD collection is keeping us entertained. Your siblings are both still alive. Oh, by the way, we lost half the roof."
Me: "I'm glad you guys are--wait, no, seriously, did you just say you lost the roof?"
Dad: "Half the roof."
Me: "Half the roof came off!? And you didn't think to mention that first!?"
Dad: "You didn't ask me which half."
Me: "Sigh. Yes, Dad. Which half?"
Dad: "The top half! There are shingles all over the place."
Me: "Great. So the house is still okay?"
Dad: "Yup. Just missing a bunch of fifteen-year-old shingles. Like I said, half the roof."
Me: "I love you, Dad."

He keeps proudly telling that to everyone who will listen. Mom says he'll stop doing it when he hears how much it'll cost to fix. But, all in all, my family and friends are safe. Some are still without power and most don't have cell service, but they're all safe. (Well, except possibly my Dad. I could strangle him.)

Drabble: Of All The Gin Joints

Title: Of All The Gin Joints
Author: Adalia
Characters: Nine/Old!Jack
Rating/Warning: none
Summary: Several centuries after Torchwood, Jack Harkness spends some relaxing time running a bar on a small, nondescript planet. In walks someone he never expected to see again. What were the odds?
Author's Note: Written for a Drabble Week prompt from nightrider101.

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Drabble Week

I hereby declare a Drabble Week!

I am going to attempt to write and post a minimum of one drabble per day for the next week (or so, ish, well, at least the next five days). You can help me on this quest by providing a variety of prompts in comments to this entry. I can't promise to fill all of them, but the more ideas the merrier! So it is now officially open season on Doctor Who and BBC Sherlock drabble prompts. :-D

Authorly Update: Sherlock's Violin

So I can now play Irene's Theme from S2 of Sherlock. This is the "sad music" John catches Sherlock composing on his violin at the flat when (that spoilery thing happens). Such a gorgeous melody!

I've had to learn it off the soundtrack album recording so I've really had to pay attention to the patterns in it, and how the same pattern is actually played differently the second time, giving it a completely different emotion. It's a grand total of about 40 seconds of music and it not only tells a story, it tells grand epics... if you're listening for them.

I still have to go back and rewatch that scene in the ep to hear how Sherlock plays it himself. The only thing I remember about it off the top of my head is how cringe-worthy BC's violin technique was, and how much they'd over-tightened his bow. It looked terrible, honestly. But, as a violin teacher, I can admit that it isn't easy to learn to make your arms, wrists, and fingers move the way a real violinist's do. Hey... who do I contact to offer to give BC some free violin lessons? :-D

This is all of course only encouraging my violin-related plot bunnies, which I hope to set free while I'm up in VT next week. I have plans to work on my various unfinished DW fics, and get at least some solid plotting done for this Sherlock violin fic idea. My head is already up in VT, actually... I can hardly focus on anything else. Only two more days at work left now...