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Jan. 8th, 2003 11:23 amHad a weird moment of nostalgia last night. Chatting with Allende on my ancient copy of ICQ, talking about WTHKOP till almost 2am... wow it was just like being back in college.
Especially since my copy of ICQ hasn't been updated since the 2000a edition. In fact I've only turned it on twice since I got YM...
Heh, it was just like the old days :p
We might hopefully be getting back to writing the WTHKOP series again soon, which should be fun. I'm a liiiittle out of practice and I have to admit that with such a convoluted storyline left dangling for what... almost 2 years...? I've kind of forgotten what the hell I was doing with the plot.
Luckily I do have a load of pre-written bits that never got sent before so if I can sort those out in some kinda' order we'll be well away.
I know what I was doing, I've just forgotten the order in which I was going to do it.
It's a very good exercise in speed writing too. It's all real-time, sent through e-mails from character to character. You get the other character's mail, you read it, and you reply with the next part of the story pretty much right away.
We were sending 6-7 mails a day at one point I remember. The height of WTHKOPmania...
You have to think on your feet a lot because parts of it get very confusing, though by the time we wrapped it up last time we were getting to the point where mails were becoming long enough to have to send over 2-3 e-mails or as chunky assed attatchments.
However I won't try and delude you that those were written off the cuff like the other parts.
This is how I've accumulated so much backlog. I have all the long, massive plot moving bits already, I just need a series of e-mails to bounce them off.
And one depressive mood form Jarath to get the ball rolling, while we're at it. *insert cheesy grin*
Changing the subject, we've had more snow. Again only about an inch at most, less than that really. It's only a dusting but at least it's prettier to look at than the squelchy brown grass you get when it melts.
Other things... John's not gone to work today. I can hear Pink blasting out of his room and, as the dog's not yet figured out how to master the stereo, I figure it's a good chance the noise is coming from him.
JR's either at work or still in bed. He's been ill again this week so naturally the world is coming to an end, it's not just a mild cold it's some mutant form a flu, no one's ever felt as ill as him and he has to stay in bed till lunchtime then wander round in his robe grunting till mum gets back from work.
*rolls eyes* get a grip, man. And for god's sake, put your robe on right. That means more than 8 inches are meant to be hanging below the sash and not bunched up above it. Really, it's vile and high on the list of things I never wanted to ever have the chance of seeing.
*screams* NO, DON'T YOU DARE BEND OVER!!!
I focused on the TV set and didn't divert my gaze for a full 20 minutes until he'd gone away again. I swear, Will and Grace has never been so fascinating as when JR's around.
Wolvermuse: That's not a pretty image.
Jakemuse: *Appearing out of nowhere* You're telling me.
Wolvermuse:*jumps* O_O WTF? LT, who's the guy in the hat with the cobwebs all over him?
LT: That's my Jakemuse. He's your predecessor. Be nice to him, he's been neglected for 2 years and he's also mildly psychotic.
Jakemuse: *vaguely batting at the cobwebs dangling from his hat*
Wolvermuse: uh huh... *sniks out his claws and bares his teeth* And what am I, darlin'?
LT: Substantially more likely to have graphic sex written about you.
Wolvermuse: Now you're talkin'
LT: But equally as likely to have the shit beaten out of you on a regular basis.
Jakemuse: She does that a lot y'know.
Wolvermuse: I was aware of that, yes.
LT: See, Jake was the muse that inhabited my head before I got sucked into the fandom vortex, and long LONG before the X-men movie came out and I started writing about you.
Jakemuse: Yeah, she was breaking my legs long before she started psychologically torturing you.
LT: See Jake here is an assassin working probably against his will for some shady secret govornment department. He has angst, a psychoic streak when it comes to weilding sharp objects, and a very strong sense of his own inner moral code. So in fact he's an awful lot like you only without the franchise.
Wolvermuse: ...
LT: Which now I think about it explains why I like your character so much and find you so easy to write about... Well that and I like looking at Hugh and you're sort of linked with that...
Wolvermuse: I'm flattered. ~_^
Especially since my copy of ICQ hasn't been updated since the 2000a edition. In fact I've only turned it on twice since I got YM...
Heh, it was just like the old days :p
We might hopefully be getting back to writing the WTHKOP series again soon, which should be fun. I'm a liiiittle out of practice and I have to admit that with such a convoluted storyline left dangling for what... almost 2 years...? I've kind of forgotten what the hell I was doing with the plot.
Luckily I do have a load of pre-written bits that never got sent before so if I can sort those out in some kinda' order we'll be well away.
I know what I was doing, I've just forgotten the order in which I was going to do it.
It's a very good exercise in speed writing too. It's all real-time, sent through e-mails from character to character. You get the other character's mail, you read it, and you reply with the next part of the story pretty much right away.
We were sending 6-7 mails a day at one point I remember. The height of WTHKOPmania...
You have to think on your feet a lot because parts of it get very confusing, though by the time we wrapped it up last time we were getting to the point where mails were becoming long enough to have to send over 2-3 e-mails or as chunky assed attatchments.
However I won't try and delude you that those were written off the cuff like the other parts.
This is how I've accumulated so much backlog. I have all the long, massive plot moving bits already, I just need a series of e-mails to bounce them off.
And one depressive mood form Jarath to get the ball rolling, while we're at it. *insert cheesy grin*
Changing the subject, we've had more snow. Again only about an inch at most, less than that really. It's only a dusting but at least it's prettier to look at than the squelchy brown grass you get when it melts.
Other things... John's not gone to work today. I can hear Pink blasting out of his room and, as the dog's not yet figured out how to master the stereo, I figure it's a good chance the noise is coming from him.
JR's either at work or still in bed. He's been ill again this week so naturally the world is coming to an end, it's not just a mild cold it's some mutant form a flu, no one's ever felt as ill as him and he has to stay in bed till lunchtime then wander round in his robe grunting till mum gets back from work.
*rolls eyes* get a grip, man. And for god's sake, put your robe on right. That means more than 8 inches are meant to be hanging below the sash and not bunched up above it. Really, it's vile and high on the list of things I never wanted to ever have the chance of seeing.
*screams* NO, DON'T YOU DARE BEND OVER!!!
I focused on the TV set and didn't divert my gaze for a full 20 minutes until he'd gone away again. I swear, Will and Grace has never been so fascinating as when JR's around.
Wolvermuse: That's not a pretty image.
Jakemuse: *Appearing out of nowhere* You're telling me.
Wolvermuse:*jumps* O_O WTF? LT, who's the guy in the hat with the cobwebs all over him?
LT: That's my Jakemuse. He's your predecessor. Be nice to him, he's been neglected for 2 years and he's also mildly psychotic.
Jakemuse: *vaguely batting at the cobwebs dangling from his hat*
Wolvermuse: uh huh... *sniks out his claws and bares his teeth* And what am I, darlin'?
LT: Substantially more likely to have graphic sex written about you.
Wolvermuse: Now you're talkin'
LT: But equally as likely to have the shit beaten out of you on a regular basis.
Jakemuse: She does that a lot y'know.
Wolvermuse: I was aware of that, yes.
LT: See, Jake was the muse that inhabited my head before I got sucked into the fandom vortex, and long LONG before the X-men movie came out and I started writing about you.
Jakemuse: Yeah, she was breaking my legs long before she started psychologically torturing you.
LT: See Jake here is an assassin working probably against his will for some shady secret govornment department. He has angst, a psychoic streak when it comes to weilding sharp objects, and a very strong sense of his own inner moral code. So in fact he's an awful lot like you only without the franchise.
Wolvermuse: ...
LT: Which now I think about it explains why I like your character so much and find you so easy to write about... Well that and I like looking at Hugh and you're sort of linked with that...
Wolvermuse: I'm flattered. ~_^
