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I haven't been able to post for a couple of days because for some reason, my laptop hates Livejournal. I don't know why this is, but whenever I try to post, it gives me of those bloody "this page cannot be found" messages. I hope this is not an ongoing thing, otherwise I'm going to have to save my long-ass midnight rants onto floppies and post them at the library. Like I'm doing right now.
I want some tomatoes.
Brought in "Divine Rehabilitation" for workshopping. It turned out to be 14 pages printed. I wanted to bring in what I had of my NaNoWriMo, but I didn't have nearly enough to workshop. I don't think I'm going to get "Ramble On" done by the end of November. I should have been writing more--was planning to write more--but every time I open it up, I want to start torturing Aurora. Which isn't fair. I know she was Tammy's character, but she's not anymore--she's mine. And I can do whatever I want with hertorturetorturetorture tammy can't tell you to change the story again. Within reason, anyway. I'm torn between making her into a stereotypical pwetty princess or keeping her as the Goddess-grovelin' super-upright chick she is. I'm thinking keeping her.
Anyway, I don't think anyone really got "Divine Rehabilitation." A lot of them weren't sure who Jason was supposed to be, and nobody really got the hallucination ambiguity. Eh, what'd I expect? It's a fanfic, it was written for people who read fanfic, and most of these kids don't really read fanfic. I just didn't have anything original that I've done recently that's anywhere near finished.
I'm gearing up for "From the Gods". For those who missed my last, F-locked post, "From the Gods" is an idea taken from the story George wrote for Marty in "Reeling Off the Years." It's about a man who begins to believe that his teenage son is an alien, and then starts to believe that all teenagers are aliens. (Generation gap metaphor yay.) I'm still debating about which tense to write it in. I'm thinking second person in order to create the proper balance between audience detachment and narrative immersion.
I'm also debating whether to set it in media res. I'm not sure how to show his gradual progression into delusion, but I don't want to confuse the audience by throwing in a lot of things about hidden tentacles at the start. (And there will be tentacles. I'm currently sketching out a great scene where he eavesdrops on his son and said son's girlfriend making out in the basement and imagines all sorts of weird tentacle things.)
I'm also not sure whether to keep it metatextual or not. I might just write a fanfic version and a normal version and see how well each one goes over.
In other news, Daniel and I planned an orgy last night. Both of us have just left/might still be entangled in crappy relationships, and we figure this is a good way to forget about it. We've got a room at a nice hotel with an indoor water park, and we're collecting whips, handcuffs, whipped cream, stuffed squirrels, nylon rope, condoms, and videorecorders to use. If anyone's going to be in the area from the middle of December to the middle of January and can pony up thirty or forty bucks to contribute toward a room and doesn't mind doing things with members of both sexes that are probably still illegal in some Southern states, you are welcome to join.
I want some tomatoes.
Brought in "Divine Rehabilitation" for workshopping. It turned out to be 14 pages printed. I wanted to bring in what I had of my NaNoWriMo, but I didn't have nearly enough to workshop. I don't think I'm going to get "Ramble On" done by the end of November. I should have been writing more--was planning to write more--but every time I open it up, I want to start torturing Aurora. Which isn't fair. I know she was Tammy's character, but she's not anymore--she's mine. And I can do whatever I want with her
Anyway, I don't think anyone really got "Divine Rehabilitation." A lot of them weren't sure who Jason was supposed to be, and nobody really got the hallucination ambiguity. Eh, what'd I expect? It's a fanfic, it was written for people who read fanfic, and most of these kids don't really read fanfic. I just didn't have anything original that I've done recently that's anywhere near finished.
I'm gearing up for "From the Gods". For those who missed my last, F-locked post, "From the Gods" is an idea taken from the story George wrote for Marty in "Reeling Off the Years." It's about a man who begins to believe that his teenage son is an alien, and then starts to believe that all teenagers are aliens. (Generation gap metaphor yay.) I'm still debating about which tense to write it in. I'm thinking second person in order to create the proper balance between audience detachment and narrative immersion.
I'm also debating whether to set it in media res. I'm not sure how to show his gradual progression into delusion, but I don't want to confuse the audience by throwing in a lot of things about hidden tentacles at the start. (And there will be tentacles. I'm currently sketching out a great scene where he eavesdrops on his son and said son's girlfriend making out in the basement and imagines all sorts of weird tentacle things.)
I'm also not sure whether to keep it metatextual or not. I might just write a fanfic version and a normal version and see how well each one goes over.
In other news, Daniel and I planned an orgy last night. Both of us have just left/might still be entangled in crappy relationships, and we figure this is a good way to forget about it. We've got a room at a nice hotel with an indoor water park, and we're collecting whips, handcuffs, whipped cream, stuffed squirrels, nylon rope, condoms, and videorecorders to use. If anyone's going to be in the area from the middle of December to the middle of January and can pony up thirty or forty bucks to contribute toward a room and doesn't mind doing things with members of both sexes that are probably still illegal in some Southern states, you are welcome to join.
