The Land of Squee

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!

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? )

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 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:

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.
 

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?