'The Killer In Me'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Ga'a'a'aks
I just came home from a night of feeding cats and read that, and the noise I made on reading that was, roughly, "ga'a'a'k!" because I didn't want to laugh loudly enough to scatter the cats at this time of night.
I can't seem to do either the fantasy or the romance genres badly. This might have something to do with the fact that I can't do them well, either. Or that I don't really read mmuch of either genre.
Tricky.
Woke up in the middle of the night, wandered into GWW thinking I could catch up and wondering why there were so many posts...
My gods. You should WARN a person before doing that to her! My stomach hurts. I'm not sure if it's the "writing" or the laughter.
I will definitely have to try this challenge tomorrow when I'm more awake. Back to (still giggling) bed.
You know, when I get home I should look for the really melodramatic angsty (and horrible) stuff when I was a teenager.
askye, I wrote my first novel at 15 - in Italian. It was all about a hippie on a commune, discovering the Answers to the Great Questions.
I defy anyone to be angstier than that. And that's without how badly I probably mangled the Italian.
My college one is embarrassing to me now.Not really due to angst, that was high school poetry. But I didn't know what I was doing except Maupin. Badly. And all of my scene changes were Homicide jump cuts, practically. But somebody still stole it; maybe they were hoping for porn.
askye, I wrote my first novel at 15 - in Italian. It was all about a hippie on a commune, discovering the Answers to the Great Questions.
I defy anyone to be angstier than that.At thirteen, I wrote mine about a 15 year old Christian girl who got pregnant (she and her boyfriend somehow gained access to the swan boats in the Boston Public Garden at night, and got carried away) and had to tell her family.
Cindy, BWAH! You may win this one.
Especially since, when I read "Hitchhikers Guide" ten years later, my first reaction was "Forty two! The Answer is 42? Why in hell didn't I think of that?"
I read too darn many of them, too, at 14. By the time I was 17, they made me want to barf. Until I started reading fanfic, I'd forgotten how awful some of those stories could be.
Ohmigod. Diana Palmer. My mom, sister and I were obsessed with her (my sister and I were in our early teens, but Mom? I dunno, she was on a lot of drugs for panic attacks.)
Always a virgin, always the UBERmale, always got married.
And when I hit about 16, I started always throwing her books across the room.
See? That's why I haven't done a bad writing drabble, yet. I have an unfair advantage. *g*
The bad writing here has been splendidly bad. I am so enjoying it, and have needed the laughs.
Oh, my.
Speaking of bad writing....remember that "you can't make this shit up" story about the Russian model turned dom and the murder of her Swiss lover in Geneva?
And I still couldn't make this shit up.