Writerly Ways

[cornerofmadness]

This post came to me at 3 AM last night. Let's see how much I can remember

I did good this week, outstanding really if you had any idea the fog that medicine put me into. I got another 4650 words knocked out on original fiction. I filled countless prompts at fma_ihop. I even did an FMA story from Garfiel's point of view for a contest that'll you'll see me post around later after all the voting is said and done.

I didn't realize the last time i posted something from this writing blog that the link would change daily but if you look today it's on cowboy fic, more specifically cowboy romance (the friend who gives me these is part of RWA) wildrider I'm looking at you here.

Digging around in all those boxes brought back so many memories and so many fanfic's i've written over the years. Some are laughable (but hey I was a kid and I can laugh at myself) some were surprisingly good. SOme are good enough that i might collect the non-fandom stories I used to have for this one EQ group and check out that e-anthology publisher.

In looking at my old character sheets (something I encourage my novelist friends to try. It's a great way of keeping all the info on your characters in one place so you're not going now which ankle had the tattoo??, I can post one if you're interested.), I'm quickly reminded that rahirah was right in her post and in this one. Wow, why are ALL of my men either physically or mentally damaged in Elfquest...no, even before that and even today. What is it with me? Also in that bunch of EQ CIS's I have THREE albinos. I've always loved my boy albinos (so how disappointed was I that my albino gendered female...)

That overwrought angst and 'edginess' i think might be a phase we all go through when we're younger. not that I don't do those things now but I'm more subtle about it now (god I HOPE I'm more subtle about it now)

Some how I had a good segue into my first praised story came in the 4th grade but I've forgotten the segue so in your face with it I go. I guess I'd have been 8 going on 9. My english teacher Mr. Murray put my story about my dog Midnight out on the wall of fame since he thought it was so good. I was the only non-6th grader there. I was so proud of that. It was about Midnight leading me home Lassie-style when I got lost in the 40 acres of woods my dad owns. My parents saw it there on parent-teacher night. Dad's only comment 'your dog isn't that smart but nice story, a real work of fiction.' (okay he was right, midnight was a dumbshit).

Not that it was all beer and skittles in my writing classes. While my Senior teacher also thought I was publishing-worthy my 9th grade teacher didn't. Mr. E was a total dick any how. I never forgot the first two stories I wrote. One wasn't so bad. It was about a family in the Colonial times that disappeared mysterious (I think we had to work with dishes on the table or some such prompt, whatever it was nearly 30 years ago now). He gave me a B- because I had rotted food on the plates and the blunderbuss on the wall rusting which would have taken much longer than food to rot. (okay true but a B-? I should have gotten an A for knowing what a blunderbuss was). The next story he handed back and said 'you will never amount to ANYTHING in life.'

Holy hell. As a teacher, i can say you never say that. Shit, forget teaching. No one should say that to anyone ever. In my first bout of professional publications I went home to my cousin's party. She's friends with Mr. E (or was then) and talked all about my publications right in front of him. He had the good grace to squirm. Yes it was childish of me but it felt good.

72024 / 100000 words. 72% done!

Comments

[wildrider.livejournal.com]

Cowboy romance, another sub genre for me! (Where would one put Sean Patrick and Della, anyway?)

This time I'll bookmark the Seekers and see if I actually ever have time to check out those contests...

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

What a terrible, terrible thing for a teacher to say. Amazing.

[sillymagpie.livejournal.com]

The next story he handed back and said 'you will never amount to ANYTHING in life.'

My gawdz, what an evil bastard. He should never have been a teacher.

She's friends with Mr. E (or was then) and talked all about my publications right in front of him. He had the good grace to squirm. Yes it was childish of me but it felt good.

Not childish, normal. He deserved worse. What an asshole.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

my best revenge? My brother was doing the guy's daughter

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

and i never forgot it.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

No, of course not. The bad things people say/do to you ALWAYS linger.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

exactly

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

And, of course, if you do something stupid/embarrassing, that stays, too.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

oh yes

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

For-bloody-ever.