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It's actually making me laugh.
Dec. 1st, 2011 01:15 amI'm reading old fanfic of mine on AdultFanfiction.Net and, Jesus, I was a pretentious piece of shit in 2003. Second person POV, for God's sake. I just...wow.
I kind of think I could do better by the story now, the one I'm specifically talking about. It's Real Ghostbusters from Ray's POV and full of angst, but I bet I could do better. The Wolverine/Psylocke fic I could handle better too, I didn't really get subtlety when I was 23.
Here. Read the RGB fic and have a good laugh at how I was once the Ben Gibbard of fanfiction. It's actually really hilarious. Seriously, my feelings won't be hurt if you find it funny or terrible. I find it funny and terrible.
At least I picked a really fitting song for it...
Do you guys do this? Go back and read your old stuff and go "Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ what was a I thinking?" And/or "how positively unintentionally hilarious I am. Capital humor old bean!"
Star Trek is the first fandom for me where I reread my fic and...there's not much I would change. I still kinda want to rewrite the very first Waterpark fic, "Variations on a Theme," but other than that there's very little I would do again.
In other news, I just spent five days editing the Dark Phoenix half of Phoenix Invictus. I'm waiting on feedback, and as soon as finals and my move are over, I can focus on writing again. I can't finish anything right now because of how much real life is interfering. Real life has been awful this semester, and I just am not in the right frame of mind to write. Maybe I'll post my Humanities journals where Jim and Bones road trip across America, but I dunno. They're not my strongest fiction.
I am taking Creative Writing next semester though, so we'll see how that pans out. I'm looking forward to being ripped to shreds and struggling for my A. And workshopping. I'm excited for my class to complain about how homoerotic my writing is. ^_~
I was accepted into the Honors program at my school, and I'm possibly doing my Honors project on post-modernism and nihilism in House of Leaves. Maybe just post-modernism, as it's quite a long book. My professor isn't crazy about Hemingway, so my other thought of examining Garden of Eden as a piece of Queer literature didn't go over as well. I had to lend her Leaves, though. We'll see. I'd rather start on it sooner instead of later since it's extra work I have to do on top of my schoolwork. I may have to present it to the Honors committee, which I guess is good practice for my Master's thesis and Doctorate dissertation.
My pets are still the fucking cutest things ever.
Anyways, that's what's up with me right now. Finals are in like...twelve days. I am so relieved this semester is almost over. I'm ready for a fresh start.
I kind of think I could do better by the story now, the one I'm specifically talking about. It's Real Ghostbusters from Ray's POV and full of angst, but I bet I could do better. The Wolverine/Psylocke fic I could handle better too, I didn't really get subtlety when I was 23.
Here. Read the RGB fic and have a good laugh at how I was once the Ben Gibbard of fanfiction. It's actually really hilarious. Seriously, my feelings won't be hurt if you find it funny or terrible. I find it funny and terrible.
At least I picked a really fitting song for it...
Do you guys do this? Go back and read your old stuff and go "Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ what was a I thinking?" And/or "how positively unintentionally hilarious I am. Capital humor old bean!"
Star Trek is the first fandom for me where I reread my fic and...there's not much I would change. I still kinda want to rewrite the very first Waterpark fic, "Variations on a Theme," but other than that there's very little I would do again.
In other news, I just spent five days editing the Dark Phoenix half of Phoenix Invictus. I'm waiting on feedback, and as soon as finals and my move are over, I can focus on writing again. I can't finish anything right now because of how much real life is interfering. Real life has been awful this semester, and I just am not in the right frame of mind to write. Maybe I'll post my Humanities journals where Jim and Bones road trip across America, but I dunno. They're not my strongest fiction.
I am taking Creative Writing next semester though, so we'll see how that pans out. I'm looking forward to being ripped to shreds and struggling for my A. And workshopping. I'm excited for my class to complain about how homoerotic my writing is. ^_~
I was accepted into the Honors program at my school, and I'm possibly doing my Honors project on post-modernism and nihilism in House of Leaves. Maybe just post-modernism, as it's quite a long book. My professor isn't crazy about Hemingway, so my other thought of examining Garden of Eden as a piece of Queer literature didn't go over as well. I had to lend her Leaves, though. We'll see. I'd rather start on it sooner instead of later since it's extra work I have to do on top of my schoolwork. I may have to present it to the Honors committee, which I guess is good practice for my Master's thesis and Doctorate dissertation.
My pets are still the fucking cutest things ever.
Anyways, that's what's up with me right now. Finals are in like...twelve days. I am so relieved this semester is almost over. I'm ready for a fresh start.
