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Tonight I reorganized the shelf O'Crap What Miah Wrote. Rediscovered the sad looking manila folder of half-finished bits and pieces that I wrote at some point in the last fifteen years.
Yes, that means the vampire romance I wrote back when I was fourteen is there, in all its sixty pages of *snicker* glory. Including all the notes and additions I made when I decided to turn it into an X-File fic sometime around my first or second freshman year of college (you know, back when I was writing in that genre - Oh, Gossamer, I remember you fondly).
I've moved from two boxes of papers to one last folder, so this is actually the cream of the crop as far as my old bits and pieces go. Most of it is horribly naive and immature, but I keep thinking there is something there... something that I can work with. Maybe.
Included in the mix was:
All in all, it makes me want to spend even more time writing. Or banging my head against the desk. One of the two. I will be typing all of it up for posterity and putting it all in the Binders Of Doom on the shelf O'Crap What Miah Wrote. Cause I have nothing better to do at three a.m.
Also, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to start renting all the seasons of Highlander because there are names in the piece I have dubbed Head Off Whackin' for want of a real name, that I just don't remember. Who are these people? Did I even know who they were when I wrote this stuff?
Luckily, I have no such urge for the X-Files, as I lost all love for that show sometime around season seven.
Found a nice Wendy/Hook story today. Had forgotten about that 'ship. It's all Jason Isaacs fault, really. He was such a ... well, let's just say I liked his Hook much better than Dustin Hoffman's.
One last thing - Shaun of the Dead is finally opening in the U.S. And I'll only have to drive three hundred miles round trip to see it (she types bitterly). Cause heaven forbid any of the theatres around here show a lower budget Non-US film. Wankers.
So, anyone want to take a road trip?
Yes, that means the vampire romance I wrote back when I was fourteen is there, in all its sixty pages of *snicker* glory. Including all the notes and additions I made when I decided to turn it into an X-File fic sometime around my first or second freshman year of college (you know, back when I was writing in that genre - Oh, Gossamer, I remember you fondly).
I've moved from two boxes of papers to one last folder, so this is actually the cream of the crop as far as my old bits and pieces go. Most of it is horribly naive and immature, but I keep thinking there is something there... something that I can work with. Maybe.
Included in the mix was:
- The first two chapters/parts of the sequel to the one X-File fic I did actually post to Gossamer
- 14 pages of my single foray into the Highland fandom - about Methos, of course
- The beginning of two separate vampire pieces (when I was a teenager vampires were teh hawt!)
- 2 pages of a werewolf piece (sensing a theme yet?)
- 9 pages of a psychic menace/romance piece (cause you can't have enough of those)
- 3 different X-File fics - all in various stages of incompleteness (all romances)
- The afore mentioned 60 page vampire fic of doom - starring poorly written caricatures of my friends and myself, and the notes to turn it into an X-File
- The first two chapters of its sequel
- 45 pages of my first real attempt at a romance (begun when I was, what? fifteen? sixteen?)
- and 15 pages of the latest attempt at a romance (which, at least, seems to have some basis in reality, which is more than I can say for its predecessor)
All in all, it makes me want to spend even more time writing. Or banging my head against the desk. One of the two. I will be typing all of it up for posterity and putting it all in the Binders Of Doom on the shelf O'Crap What Miah Wrote. Cause I have nothing better to do at three a.m.
Also, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to start renting all the seasons of Highlander because there are names in the piece I have dubbed Head Off Whackin' for want of a real name, that I just don't remember. Who are these people? Did I even know who they were when I wrote this stuff?
Luckily, I have no such urge for the X-Files, as I lost all love for that show sometime around season seven.
Found a nice Wendy/Hook story today. Had forgotten about that 'ship. It's all Jason Isaacs fault, really. He was such a ... well, let's just say I liked his Hook much better than Dustin Hoffman's.
One last thing - Shaun of the Dead is finally opening in the U.S. And I'll only have to drive three hundred miles round trip to see it (she types bitterly). Cause heaven forbid any of the theatres around here show a lower budget Non-US film. Wankers.
So, anyone want to take a road trip?