More whining about Tammy. Sorry.
Dec. 15th, 2004 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kleenexwomanThings are going better, at the moment. I think. I had a nice long talk with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nyghtshayde, who can always calm me down when I'm feeling horrible. And I'm losing myself in the remix story, which is good. I still need a title for it, but that will have to come at the end--it's due tomorrow at noon. I have eighteen hours to get it done.
Apparently Tammy has an AMAZING ability to awaken psychic powers in other people. She's just discovered some neat new powers in her girlfriend, and is taking on some new "students" at the same time. I think her aspirations have moved from fantasy novelist (middle school) to handicapped rights crusader (10th grade) to gay rights crusader (12th grade) to cult leader. Has the "frigid, cold, twisted folly of [my] love" really pushed her that far over the edge? In any case, I'll be sure to look for the booth of the High Enlightened Coven of the Bookbats right next to the Scientologists in five years down on Special Interest Group Row at the Ann Arbor Art Fair.
What's funny is that I really was going to write the Bookbats into a novel as a cult. The book we were writing in middle school, if I haven't explained this to everyone already, was about a race of Bookbats who were Good Kind Gentle Creative Tolerant People, with wings I think, who lived on a planet right next to a race of Bookburners who were Evil Mean Nasty Warmongering Censoring Intolerant Bigots. Yay for subtle social commentary.
The story was that the Bookburners blew up the Bookbats' planet, and all the souls of the Bookbats were reborn into Bookburner bodies. There was a whole underground movement of Bookbats, with priestesses and stuff. The two main characters were Tammy and I, of course. Tammy was the Princess of the Bookbats who had a Right To Rule because she was of the Royal Family Who Everyone Loved, and I was her street-smart loyal bodyguard who had some kind of magical sword bond to her or something. Oh, and there was a subplot with the Evil Twisted Mean Deceptive Hot Sexy ambassador seducing her mom.
(Wow, this is bringing back memories. I really liked writing that book. Missed out on a year of algebra because of it, but that was OK because I'd already taken that particular class in 9th grade at the International Academy and then I took it the next year in 11th grade. Now it looks like I'm going to have to take it again next year for credits.)
Anyway, we modified it a bit during 10th grade to allow for werewolves. Tammy seemed to think she was a werewolf at the time, or a wolf spirit, or a furry. Or something, I don't know. She liked wolves. So now the Bookburners were oppressing the werewolves. The Evil Twisted Mean Deceptive Ambassador had a son, and he was the head of the police state and was trying to get into Tammy's pants.
So the novel I had in mind now involves the Bookbats as a cult who believe that you can receive a Bookbat soul by converting and going through all sorts of rituals (they base their belief in the "legend" of the Bookbats, which is based on the story in the very early middle-school draft). They particularly like werewolves because they believe that werewolves are already blessed with a Bookbat soul and don't have to work for it. They are also trying to escape the OMG Atheist Repressive Police State Government, whose biggest concern at the moment is the crumbling inner city (inhabited mostly by werewolves and werewolf gangs). The ending shall remain (for now) a surprise.
I'm trying not to have any obvious good guys/bad guys here. I want to paint each faction with the complexity of motive that they deserve. Even repressive governments, creepy cults, and violent lycanthropic gangs have their sympathetic sides.
Hah. Tammy's taken my Evil Lesbian Sekrit Agent character out of her book because I "don't deserve to be in it." This is the main difference between she and I: She writes to affirm her own beliefs and keep herself on her moral high horse, I write what makes a good story. At least, I try.
ETA: Her flunky Mara just IMed me and bitched me out again. Apparently, Tammy encourages her to do so. I didn't know that. I'm glad I know that now. It makes things a little easier to know how petty Tammy was being too.
nyghtshayde, who can always calm me down when I'm feeling horrible. And I'm losing myself in the remix story, which is good. I still need a title for it, but that will have to come at the end--it's due tomorrow at noon. I have eighteen hours to get it done. Apparently Tammy has an AMAZING ability to awaken psychic powers in other people. She's just discovered some neat new powers in her girlfriend, and is taking on some new "students" at the same time. I think her aspirations have moved from fantasy novelist (middle school) to handicapped rights crusader (10th grade) to gay rights crusader (12th grade) to cult leader. Has the "frigid, cold, twisted folly of [my] love" really pushed her that far over the edge? In any case, I'll be sure to look for the booth of the High Enlightened Coven of the Bookbats right next to the Scientologists in five years down on Special Interest Group Row at the Ann Arbor Art Fair.
What's funny is that I really was going to write the Bookbats into a novel as a cult. The book we were writing in middle school, if I haven't explained this to everyone already, was about a race of Bookbats who were Good Kind Gentle Creative Tolerant People, with wings I think, who lived on a planet right next to a race of Bookburners who were Evil Mean Nasty Warmongering Censoring Intolerant Bigots. Yay for subtle social commentary.
The story was that the Bookburners blew up the Bookbats' planet, and all the souls of the Bookbats were reborn into Bookburner bodies. There was a whole underground movement of Bookbats, with priestesses and stuff. The two main characters were Tammy and I, of course. Tammy was the Princess of the Bookbats who had a Right To Rule because she was of the Royal Family Who Everyone Loved, and I was her street-smart loyal bodyguard who had some kind of magical sword bond to her or something. Oh, and there was a subplot with the Evil Twisted Mean Deceptive Hot Sexy ambassador seducing her mom.
(Wow, this is bringing back memories. I really liked writing that book. Missed out on a year of algebra because of it, but that was OK because I'd already taken that particular class in 9th grade at the International Academy and then I took it the next year in 11th grade. Now it looks like I'm going to have to take it again next year for credits.)
Anyway, we modified it a bit during 10th grade to allow for werewolves. Tammy seemed to think she was a werewolf at the time, or a wolf spirit, or a furry. Or something, I don't know. She liked wolves. So now the Bookburners were oppressing the werewolves. The Evil Twisted Mean Deceptive Ambassador had a son, and he was the head of the police state and was trying to get into Tammy's pants.
So the novel I had in mind now involves the Bookbats as a cult who believe that you can receive a Bookbat soul by converting and going through all sorts of rituals (they base their belief in the "legend" of the Bookbats, which is based on the story in the very early middle-school draft). They particularly like werewolves because they believe that werewolves are already blessed with a Bookbat soul and don't have to work for it. They are also trying to escape the OMG Atheist Repressive Police State Government, whose biggest concern at the moment is the crumbling inner city (inhabited mostly by werewolves and werewolf gangs). The ending shall remain (for now) a surprise.
I'm trying not to have any obvious good guys/bad guys here. I want to paint each faction with the complexity of motive that they deserve. Even repressive governments, creepy cults, and violent lycanthropic gangs have their sympathetic sides.
Hah. Tammy's taken my Evil Lesbian Sekrit Agent character out of her book because I "don't deserve to be in it." This is the main difference between she and I: She writes to affirm her own beliefs and keep herself on her moral high horse, I write what makes a good story. At least, I try.
ETA: Her flunky Mara just IMed me and bitched me out again. Apparently, Tammy encourages her to do so. I didn't know that. I'm glad I know that now. It makes things a little easier to know how petty Tammy was being too.
