Heads-up!

All the way through college I was working on a trilogy of science-fiction novels. Basically, there's an eighteenth-century foundling raised by a baron who discovers that her real family lives in the distant future and she's a time traveler. Her brother and his mysterious sexy boyfriend kidnapped her as a baby and hid her in the eighteenth century in an attempt to prevent her from being murdered, but all they did was create an alternate reality. Confusing, right? And now she has to try to solve her own murder and decide whether she wants to continue living as the baroness Joséphine-Marie or try to fill the shoes of her dead alternate-reality self, Sophie.

Anyway, a year and a half ago I was so distracted by Mozart l'Opéra Rock that I had to put the whole project on hold, but recently I've decided to bring them back out into the light. I have a second journal where I try to put most of that stuff, richmulian, but I don't know how that's going to affect my journal/fandom-y stuff going on here. I don't even know if I'll start posting to the writing journal again.

What I do know is tha I was reading what I had so far of the second draft of the first novel, and I got so into it that I was profoundly annoyed when I got to the end. Usually I hate my stuff as soon as I step away from it, but this... this stuff I like. I'm rather proud of it.

Anyway, just thought I'd put that out there. The Twin Sunsets is coming back to fill the void left in my life now that the Troupe has left me!
 When I work on my book it turns me into a character and everything that happened to me into fiction.  I don't know if that's good or bad, but it is helping me cope with the idea that even when I get back to Paris I may not see Patrice Maktav again.  It's also kind of making me think it never happened... haha.

I'll stagedoor that mofo if I have to.  It worked once.

Obviously my monthly Irma crazy is retreating at last.  Spent the whole day lounging around feeling sorry for myself and watching Horrible Histories, which is an amazing show.


I'd never heard of the mouseskin thing or the caulk... show, you taught me something about eighteenth century fashion!

Anyway, things seem brighter now.  Plus I can add that depression for my argument to get me on birth control.  Can't tell my mom that I actually want it because I HAVE MY OWN DOOR IN PARIS.

Well to be fair I haven't heard from the family themselves yet.  I am so attached to these kids now though seriously.  Ten and eight are, like, real people ages.  And tiny Nil is so presh.  Come on family, I need to talk to you before I can do this visa stuff and then get my ass back to Paris and then make use of MY OWN DOOR and shop at pimkie and feast on cheap bread and cheese and use euros...

Here's a tiny piece of my story!  It's a first draft written really quickly, so don't judge its clunkiness por favor.



Americans trying to Halloween in Paris ) 
I GOT A DISCO BALL FOR CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS.

Also a pretty jacket and some other stuff, but mostly omg disco ball.


And I never finished that Christmas story, but here's another creative writing assignment of funtimes and stuff. This was when Richmond was weird and bitter about his childhood. He's more chill now. As is Julian. Obvs. Also, Richmond's voice changed, um, A LOT.

Also, when I turned this in the creative writing professor said it didn't make sense and needed more concrete details and he didn't really know what was going on, but I remain convinced that there's plenty of information there. In fact, because he failed to understand this story, I think he's probably a bit slow. That is all.

Do I need a Richmulian tag? )


Blah.

Dec. 12th, 2008 05:08 pm
Vacation is upon me, and I feel the need to do another LM movie recap. I've sort of abandoned the '78 one because, as I've said in multiple places though no one seems to notice it, my version of the movie was abridged. I just can't continue to antagonise John Gay knowing that the Coffin Escape really WAS there but was cut from my DVD.

So I got out of bed this (afternoon--I stayed up all night giggling with Tara and Molls for no reason) and was like, "Today I shall begin a new recap!" but then I couldn't decide which movie to do and wound up just reading my old recaps and staring at my LM collection and eating leftover Pokey Sticks with some delicious ranch dressing given to me by [livejournal.com profile] suchcuriousity for Christmas.

Speaking of which, I epically failed at finishing her present before she went home, so I swore to finish that Christmas story I was working on. Well, even after staying up till 7am I failed at that too, so instead I'm just gonna post my creative writing assignment from a few months ago. Now, when I wrote this I had no idea who Sophie and the boys were. This was the first time I got them out to play with them. In fact, I don't think I even knew that Julian was her brother. It makes me smile because they're extremely different from what they eventually became. And because I clearly had no clue what was going on in her bewigged head.




lol what? )


First, the part where I freak out.
AHHHHH HAVILAND STILLWELL THE GREATEST FACTORY GIRL EVER SENT ME A FRIEND REQUEST ON FACEBOOK AND SHE'S ALSO FRIENDS WITH LEA SALONGA AND SETH RUDETSKY AND ANN HARADA AND MIKE EVARISTE AND AARON LAZAR AND ADAM JACOBS AND LEAH HOROWITZ AND MINARIK AND ANTHONY CRIVELLO AND ALI EWOLDT AND AND HARVEY FIERSTEIN AND DREW SARICH AND MAX VON ESSEN AND CELIA KEENAN-BOLGER AND AND AND OTHER LES MIS-ISH PEOPLE. I FREAKED OUT A LOT AND I'M SORRY [livejournal.com profile] needsmorereverb WITH WHOM I WAS ON THE PHONE AT THE TIME. I KNOW THAT BEING HAVILAND'S FRIEND ON FACEBOOK DOES NOT MEAN I AM NOW BFF WITH THE ENTIRE CAST OF THE REVIVAL BUT LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT. SHE HAS A PHOTO OF ANDREA MCARDLE HELPING HER PUT ON SUNSCREEN OKAY. AHHH. AHHHHHHH.


*breathes*


Second, I love David Tennant so darn much. Seriously. Everything he does further endears him to me. Try and find something he's done that's not adorable. TRY. I DARE YOU.

LOOK.



EVEN HIS BODY DOUBLE IS PRECIOUS.


Third, another Richmulian thing. It goes with the last one, but it's alt!Richmulian. Meaning Richmulian from the other reality. Meaning not *quite* the same... Same POV, actually, but that was THE POINT. Ooh.






alt!Richmond loves it, the slag! )

ETA AGAIN:
So, I finished my NaNo, but the boys are not finished with me. And for some reason I like second person today. And I've bedridden myself so here have a slashy Richmuliany thing.

I'd say it's PG-13. Definitely the most... er... specific thing I've ever written. I wouldn't suggest reading it if you don't like slash or you know me in rl and don't want your opinion of me to be changed forever. Um, and it has no proper ending and it's not very well written at all but it may help you with your slashy needs? It helped ME with MINE.

That said... story time! Merry Christmas, [livejournal.com profile] suchcuriousity !





You love it, you slags. )
God bless alt!Richmond and his tendency toward creepy monologues. Today's words came out easily! I only started about an hour ago, and I already managed to pwn my goal for the day into the ground! And! And! And! I think things are turning around for me! I'm sure with the two major ideas I have left I can make it to 50,000, surely! And alt!Richmond's random creepy monologue today turned out to be ridiculously full of backstory and stuff. Also, he random whipped out a scalpel which he was keeping in his pocket. I mean, I guess it makes sense that he would have it considering Sophie and the gang basically grabbed him right out of his daily routine, but then again, it did have its own little case...

Basically... alt!Richmond crazy! AND. He said his catch phrase again! This time he said it to intentionally freak Sophie out, though.


 
28585 / 50000 words. 57% done!


Ow, chicka chicka!
 


Ooh ooh ooh wanna see the random creepy monologue? I mean, it's going to be awful because I just wrote it and haven't proofed it but, as they say, it's NaNo!

Ruth, the lovely waitress of whom Richmond and Julian are very fond, said Julian could have as much extra ranch as he wanted every time he came to her restaurant when he offered to help her get her wannabe-musician ex-boyfriend Brendan, who calls himself Not Johnson, and his deadbeat friend The Eric, to vacate her apartment. They don't pay rent but she's so nice they won't leave when she asks. Julian tried a little and failed, so all of a sudden alt!Richmond wanders over, sits down on the futon next to Not Johnson, and put a hand on his shoulder. Then this happens.


Not Johnson, the Eric, and the other Richmond. Wow. )

Ooh.  But he got the jerks to leave, so I guess he was really just helping?


Hahaha, that's really sloppily written.
 



More NaNo.

Nov. 13th, 2008 02:17 am
lesmisloony: (Sylar and bubbles)
My story has no title. I was thinking about it, and I just don't know that it even has a potential title. The Maybe Maybe-Not Tragic Tale of Some Epic Manlove and Also Sophie The Long-Lost Sister?

Hm, I like it.

And, because I told suchcuriousity I'd put it online, it's spastic dork Julian trying to explain my version of timey-wimey to his eighteenth-century-bred sister.


 

Let's play count the DW and LM references! )



And in case you read that and weren't aware because you've been avoiding all my posts this month but had a sudden change of heart today, the boys are in loooove.  Sophie is just oblivious.


 
20250 / 50000 words. 41% done!
lesmisloony: (geeky owen)
Oh my word. As much as I adore rambling about my NaNo, I hate trying to initially explain what it's about and then having to justify the characters' names. (Not picking on you specifically, capnspaulding, because this has happened multiple times. Understandably.)

I call it... RICHMULIAN. )

*throws the canonocity of the manlove at Prop 8* Take THAT!

Also, here is the best synopsis I can do, because I keep rambling about my NaNo here but only [info]suchcuriousity actually knows what's going on.
 


Okay. )

Yay.

lol Molly. I was trying to think of a way to boost my word count, and she goes, "Make one sing a song!" So now Julian is singing Chiquitita to Sophie after he pisses her off. It's a beautiful moment. I was writing it and randomly went "If Richmond joined in on the chorus I would PEE MYSELF." but it was so OOC I couldn't make myself do it. Hahaha, if it wasn't 3am I'm sure I wouldn't think it was so hilarious. And with the help of ABBA, look what I've done!


 
15267 / 50000 words. 31% done!

ETA: Because why *just* use lj to procrastinate from NaNo?  Let's procrastinate from my THREE FRENCH ASSIGNMENTS due in two hours as well!

The Chiquitita Scene. )
It's art, isn't it?
Okay, remember that thing that I wrote? That I was like IT'S ABOUT SOMETHING and you were all like "No it isn't...?"

I compiled my feedback and rewrote it.

So... now is it about something?

I r srs writer. )

Do let me know what I can do to make it better...
Hey people, can I get your opinion on something? It's an assignment for creative writing, but apparently I'm vague and the point I was trying to make has gone over, um, EVERYONE'S head. So can you read this and tell me what you think? It's under 700 words and peppered with random LM shoutouts...


This Piece Has No Title, yo. )

So? Are my rl friends just kind of dense or am I too vague?

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