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Why wouldn't I?
-You're a troll/sock puppet
-You don't appear to have even the barest attempt at a grasp of the English language.
Seriously, though. I'm a nice person. I won't bite you in half if you leave a comment.
Included in this post is the Fic Masterlist, since (oh yeah!) I am a writer. For the record, this is not an all-inclusive list. This is simply everything on LiveJournal, which generally means it's the work I actually like. If you would like to see everything I've ever written, you'll need to go to my FF.Net pages (cupid-painted-blind and Touch of Gray). Or, you know, my fictionpress page, andromeda311. Most of my writing is public.
But who is andromeda3116?
I'm a teenager, currently barreling toward my second year at University, majoring in Biology and minoring in Chemistry, and completely at a loss as to where this is taking me. I've considered everything from becoming a Neurologist to NASA scientist to streetwalker and back, and haven't decided yet. I envy the people who can make up their minds easily, because this is a talent of which I know not.
I'm an anomaly -- I love language and the fine arts, I love physical sciences, I love philosophy.
I'm a former theatre major, with some experience in set construction and stage makeup. I did not, do not, and will not act, ever. Actually that's a lie, but I choose to block out the memories of the few times I have set foot onstage as they were all heinous and made Uta Hagen roll in her grave. I was a pretty good makeup artist, though. If the whole "science" shtick falls through, I may revisit that. I am not a party girl. I am not a sporty girl. I am a nerd and a dork and I think more than I talk (except when I don't, and this always ends badly).
If I haven't scared you off yet, feel free to friend me. I promise I don't bite. I fangirl, I make an ass of myself, and I whine, but I don't bite.
( Fic Masterlist )
REACHED 50,000 WORDS.
Suck on THAT, November of Terrible!
What are the three best books you have ever read and what are the three worst? What made them so good or bad? Submitted By |
Ooh, this is hard. Best books I've ever read, hmm.
The Bell Jar is definitely one of them. The writing is just so realistic, and it's frightening because of how easy it is to identify with Esther, even at the lowest points of the book. Ever since I read it, I've been trying to emulate Sylvia Plath's writing style (with mixed results), and I think that's the mark of a fantastic writer.
I'm also going to cop out some and go with Good Omens, which isn't technically as good as some other books, but damn if it isn't the most fun 400 or so pages of your life. Plus, anything involving Neil Gaiman or Terry Pratchett is good in my book (ha-ha, pun! Oh, I crack myself up...)
Finally, I'd say Dracula, both because of how genuinely eerie the book is -- far creepier than I'd expected it to be -- and also because of how ubiquitous it's become in culture, far more than most classics. You say "Dracula" and everyone knows who you're talking about. And it's deserved, too. I found it genuinely engrossing and well-written.
Unfortunately, I can't come in here with the three worst books I've ever read, because if I hate a book, I just stop reading it. That said, The Rising by Brian Whats-his-face was pretty terrible. Because no zombie apocalypse is complete without rape vans, a butch lesbian getting her nose bitten off (in gruesome detail), and a fourteen-year-old girl being raped to death. By a soldier, no less.
MY PLOT WENT OFF THE RAILS 20K AGO AND IS NOW TRAPPED IN A CAVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AND IS ABOUT TO RESORT TO CANNIBALISM TO SURVIVE. MY CHARACTERS HATE EACH OTHER. MY MAJOR PLOT POINT HAS BEEN REDUCED TO A BARELY-MENTIONED FACTOID. MY CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING WORD GAMES BECAUSE THAT UPS MY WORD COUNT. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THINGS ANYMORE OR HOW I PLAN TO END THIS MONSTROSITY. EVERYONE IS STILL A WEEK OUT OF THE CITY OF NOVEL CLIMAX AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW, OKAY. THIS IS WHY NANO IS INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
AND I'M POSTING ON LIVEJOURNAL INSTEAD OF WRITING.
I've just realized, all of my characters are bad. Like, they aren't good people. Riza kills in cold blood whenever she feels like it and has absolutely no connection to people -- as I stated at one point "compassion [is] foreign to Riza." She just lacks the ability to have a close relationship, even with Liam, it's just careless friendship with a mutual benefit (and not like that). Liam is the cast-off second son whose jealousy will be his undoing. He's plotting his brother's murder and he's fantasizing about watching him die. They'll take to stealing for survival. Riza will lie and cheat people out of their money in whatever way possible. They're both selfish and committed to getting what they want, how they want it, and both of them are out for blood. Hell, at this point, the obnoxious ten-year-old is the only good character, and that's only because she's too young to be bitter.
I'm just saying, if this was a Final Fantasy game... You would be fighting Liam and Riza, not playing as them.
Another excerpt, without context (again!) but just because I actually really like this part of the story, the way it's written just worked.
( He was beginning to think that using Riza to kill Gabriel was a pretty damn good idea, the best he'd had yet. )
Anyway, I just crossed the 20k mark, which puts me... 10,000 words behind. But hopefully I can keep up this pace and get on track before the weekend, and if not... I've got a whole week off for Thanksgiving, so I'll be able to work on it then, in that final week of stress and freaking out. As it goes, though, I'm kind of getting somewhere and I'm kind of liking it. I love writing morally ambiguous or straight-up evil characters, and that's where I'm headed with my two kids. They're gonna be baaaaaaad.
And there is no way this will have a happy ending. Like, if Liam survives, it won't be a pretty sight. I mean, trapped-in-an-oubliette-watching-Riza-le
(Yes.)
I'm also tempted to pull a Tolkein and have characters break out into song, but I feel like that's cheating. Also, it would mean making up songs.
Also, another excerpt, in the hopes that seeing completely random tangents of my story will convince everyone that I don't fail as a writer, or, alternatively, that you really don't want to read this.
This, for the record, introduces Character Number Three, Anya (in RPG-land, she would be a white mage. Think Eiko, because that's who I kind of based her on, except whinier.)
(Riza would be the Black Mage, by the way, and Liam the warrior, of course. Now I just need a Tank, a Lancer, and a Thief.)
(If you think that I won't be making the next three characters introduced fit into those character molds because I have "creativity" and "artist's integrity", hoo boy, are you in for a treat.)
Anyway.
( At least then he probably wouldn't be laughed out of the afterlife. )
( A cannibalistic, seven foot tall scourge against God with a temper like fire, that's what! )
This pace is totally not going to last.
Let's see... Riza and Liam are officially off to the capitol, have bought a horse which they named Grimalkin, fought over supplies, discovered that Liam is a terrible haggler and Riza is good at suspiciously getting money, and sold a tapestry which they stole from Riza's grandmother. Riza has punched Liam in the face for cracking a blind joke, cooked an OCD soup with an overabundance of onions, and scared the ever-living shit out of Liam by being utterly nonchalant about her ability to rip the blood right out of someone's body. Liam has projectile vomited, thrown a pry-bar across a room (accidentally knocking a haunch of meat off of a meat hook in the process), and admitted to being a fugitive.
And this is a dark, revenge-based fantasy.
I think I love this too much.
I also decided on the title "Fool's Fire" although I was wavering heavily between that, "will-o'-the-wisp" and "providence". I don't adore it, but I'm okay with it.
This was going to be a post of complaining and bitching, but I'm tired of that. So. Here's this.
Post one (or more!) thing(s), no matter how stupid, dorky, ridiculous, or just plain weird it may be, that always makes you happy. Something that will never fail to bring a smile to your face or a tear of joy to your eye.
Me? Final Fantasy VIII. The music, the game, the characters -- there will never be a time when that won't brighten my day. I can just put on "Eyes on Me" or play a game of Triple Triad, and all of a sudden, things are all gonna be okay. I remember one summer I wasted away in front of the playstation, getting one game to PERFECT. I had every card, every ability, every stat maxed out (except for Luck, because that just WAS NOT WORTH IT.) I remember so many nights of glancing at the clock at three AM and then challenging one of the CC Group members to another game of cards. It was amazing.
Also -- Harry Potter. Oh, Harry Potter. I don't know what, exactly, it is about those books (and, hell, movies too) that makes me turn into goo, but it does. I know I bitch and whine about the epilogue sometimes, and how the story would have been better if Harry had stayed dead, but... God, it feels good to think that Harry goes on to live a happy life with the people he loves. And that scene in the first movie when he first goes to Hogwarts? That will always give me hope that there is good in the world. Even when everything is impossibly bad. Because it's just that wonderful.
(Post this on your journals too! Let's turn today into a good day!)
original fic -- breathe that fire
Rating: T, for morbidity, legal drug use, and minor cursing
Summary: It begins with a sentence -- I wonder what it feels like to die -- and a discussion on the merits of suicide. It does not end the way it is supposed to (which is to say, it does not end with the most reckless of them finding out), in fact, it really doesn't end at all.
( it begins with a burial and ends with a love story. )
Title: that sinking feeling (part three: The Tallahassee Pregnancy Bonanza, Part One)
The rest of the story.
( Irony is a bitch. )
I'm gonna marry Dean Winchester.
I'm not going to write a big honkin' review of the movie because everyone's probably heard it all before and I don't really have much to bring to the table. I will say, though, much as I love Bellatrix as a character and much as I love Helena Bonham Carter, I actually didn't like what she did with Bellatrix -- up until the very end. I hated her in Spinner's End (and not the good kind of hate) and in the WTF Burrow scene (I honestly didn't mind that they included it, it just kinda blindsided me because what were they even trying to do?) but when she blasted Hagrid's hut and started whooping and cheering like a child at a playground, that's when I said, "ah, there's my Bellatrix."
So. What did you, f-list, think of the Half-Blood Prince movie?
A/N: Again, please do not judge me on the quality or lack thereof in this fic. Also, it's meant solely for entertainment purposes, which is why it's so damnably insane. Logic does not lurk here.
( 'I took a wrong turn' does not even begin to cover it. )
Back when my internet was all screwy and my computer was consumed with viruses and I had just gone off to college, I didn't have much to do. And I suck at minesweeper and I was hideously bored and all I had was Windows Media Player and Word Pad. So I wrote. And it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing in the entire world, but it entertained me when I had no other entertainment, which I suppose is good because that's all I meant to do. However, having 12,000 words of a (currently unfinished) story hanging around on my computer collecting dust makes me sad.
Which is why I'm posting it here.
Title: That Sinking Feeling
Summary:
"Whatever you say, Lois Lane. I don't talk to reporters."
"You'll talk to me."
Which is how I ended up on an impromptu road trip around half the country, chasing the band [band] as they completed their longest tour to-date, with nothing to my name but a the entire Harry Potter book-on-tape series, more Pringles than anyone could ever want or need, and my boss's credit card.
This could not possibly be legal.
Note: Yeah, I couldn't come up with a good enough name for the band, which is why the word band is in brackets every time I have to refer to them. Like I said, this is majorly unpolished, just thrown out there for shits and giggles, so I don't much care. Also, don't look for realism here, honestly. It's a totally ridiculous story.
( Part One - The Crescent City )
My mother has recently become enamored of crappy supernatural romance novels. She knows they suck, but she finds them entertaining when things are slow at work, and it gives us something easy to tease her for that she won't get mad about, so it's all good. I've been worried, though, that my mother might somehow stumble across Twilight and find it right up her alley and then I would be dealing with a Twihard for a mother.
So we go to the doctor today, and I wear my awesome Harry Potter t-shirt because I'm a nerd like that, and the nurse taking my blood pressure mentions it, and then says, "Well, you know, Twilight is the big thing going around nowadays" and I just kind of groaned, my mother made a noncommittal noise, and the nurse left.
My mother then proceeded to rant about how much she thinks Twilight sucks and how she cannot understand the obsession with these books.
And it was beautiful.
:D
Also? 17 isn't jailbait when you're an 18-year-old female. :D
More later.
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