A Week in a Fucking Madhouse. Seriously need input.
First off, page count for Getting Drunk Sequel is up to 11. I really dislike how I'm writing it, though, so expect me to trash it, rewrite it, give up, and put it off for another year. I've said this before, but I seriously believe I was POSSESSED when I wrote that (it was completed in twelve frickin days! Well, actually I think it was about fourteen. But that's INSANE, considering the word count)... I'm waiting to get possessed again.
MEANWHILE.
I started brain storming for a sequel to A Week in a Madhouse. And I have a serious question that pertains to BOTH Getting drunk and AWM. Should the sequels be posted IN the original stories (like another chapter in the story, MARKED as a sequel) or should I post them as separate stories? I'm asking because I get kind of annoyed myself when I see "SEQUEL TO SUCH AND SUCH STORY" in a summary.
Seriously needing an answer.
I don't care WHO you are or if you even read my stuff.
Do you think it is more convenient and less confusing to post fanfiction sequels as separate stories? Is it annoying? Should the sequals be in the same document as the original story in order to notify previous readers?
Okay. Beyond that, here's a small snippet of what I have for AWM2 (called thus for severe lack of any other name). It's NOT in Squall's POV anymore. It's third person. Did I keep Squall's anger and Seifer's stupidity as clear as possible? Is it still funny? Can you connect to it easily? Understand it? I know that it' small.
The plane was filled with muted bustle as the passengers boarded and stored away their carry-on bags. A few of them looked confused, a few nervous, and others were already in their seats, either trying to ignore the going ons, or watching them with mild curiosity. Seated on Seifer's left, Squall was trying to ignore everyone and everything (but mostly Seifer). Seifer entertained himself by doing the exact opposite and watching the passengers and stewerdesses move around, sometimes striking up short conversations.
It was really starting to irk the brunette.
Somehow - somewhow - his parents and Seifer's parents had come up with the idea of shipping them both off to Florida for a 'well deserved visit with Gammy'n'Gampy.
Fuck that, he had said (all but blurted out, really), but his parents remained unpeturbed and told him it would be fun - besides, Ralph and Alona had been complaining that they'd never get to see their grandson all grown up before they died, and, well, that just wouldn't do. So Squall asked why the freaking fuck Seifer had to come as well. (He admited to himself that he would have jumped at the chance to spend a week a few thousand miles away from Seifer, even if it was with his creepy grandparents. Bad memories haunted their house... most of the time he tried to forget them.)
They said, with carefree smiles, that it wouldn't hurt to introduce his boyfriend to them at the same time. He gawked at them as his mind became a nuclear bomb test site, unable to even grope for the words to point out that Seifer was not his goddamned boyfriend, he never was, he never would be, so would they stop saying that al-fucking-ready?!
His mom commented that his grandparents would be fine with it. His dad said Alona would be thrilled.
Squall screamed in frustration and vowed to take horrible, horrible vengeance upon God. It would be bloody. It would be vicious. It would most likely involve a hammer gun and a nail bat.
Ten minutes later, when he next saw Seifer, he decked the blonde, growling out, "It's all your goddamn fault, I know it."
Seifer didn't have a clue as to what he was referring to, only that the punch had packed more force (borne from anger) than usual. Coddling his injured face with a towel wrapped ice pack, he came across his parents and thus uncovered the root of Squall's towering rage. He was going to Florida? For a week? To meet Squall's grandparents?
Well. If that wasn't just plain weird, nothing was.
I really need some feedback. Don't be scared. Jeezus. I hear that people are scared to talk to me. :/
MEANWHILE.
I started brain storming for a sequel to A Week in a Madhouse. And I have a serious question that pertains to BOTH Getting drunk and AWM. Should the sequels be posted IN the original stories (like another chapter in the story, MARKED as a sequel) or should I post them as separate stories? I'm asking because I get kind of annoyed myself when I see "SEQUEL TO SUCH AND SUCH STORY" in a summary.
Seriously needing an answer.
I don't care WHO you are or if you even read my stuff.
Do you think it is more convenient and less confusing to post fanfiction sequels as separate stories? Is it annoying? Should the sequals be in the same document as the original story in order to notify previous readers?
Okay. Beyond that, here's a small snippet of what I have for AWM2 (called thus for severe lack of any other name). It's NOT in Squall's POV anymore. It's third person. Did I keep Squall's anger and Seifer's stupidity as clear as possible? Is it still funny? Can you connect to it easily? Understand it? I know that it' small.
The plane was filled with muted bustle as the passengers boarded and stored away their carry-on bags. A few of them looked confused, a few nervous, and others were already in their seats, either trying to ignore the going ons, or watching them with mild curiosity. Seated on Seifer's left, Squall was trying to ignore everyone and everything (but mostly Seifer). Seifer entertained himself by doing the exact opposite and watching the passengers and stewerdesses move around, sometimes striking up short conversations.
It was really starting to irk the brunette.
Somehow - somewhow - his parents and Seifer's parents had come up with the idea of shipping them both off to Florida for a 'well deserved visit with Gammy'n'Gampy.
Fuck that, he had said (all but blurted out, really), but his parents remained unpeturbed and told him it would be fun - besides, Ralph and Alona had been complaining that they'd never get to see their grandson all grown up before they died, and, well, that just wouldn't do. So Squall asked why the freaking fuck Seifer had to come as well. (He admited to himself that he would have jumped at the chance to spend a week a few thousand miles away from Seifer, even if it was with his creepy grandparents. Bad memories haunted their house... most of the time he tried to forget them.)
They said, with carefree smiles, that it wouldn't hurt to introduce his boyfriend to them at the same time. He gawked at them as his mind became a nuclear bomb test site, unable to even grope for the words to point out that Seifer was not his goddamned boyfriend, he never was, he never would be, so would they stop saying that al-fucking-ready?!
His mom commented that his grandparents would be fine with it. His dad said Alona would be thrilled.
Squall screamed in frustration and vowed to take horrible, horrible vengeance upon God. It would be bloody. It would be vicious. It would most likely involve a hammer gun and a nail bat.
Ten minutes later, when he next saw Seifer, he decked the blonde, growling out, "It's all your goddamn fault, I know it."
Seifer didn't have a clue as to what he was referring to, only that the punch had packed more force (borne from anger) than usual. Coddling his injured face with a towel wrapped ice pack, he came across his parents and thus uncovered the root of Squall's towering rage. He was going to Florida? For a week? To meet Squall's grandparents?
Well. If that wasn't just plain weird, nothing was.
I really need some feedback. Don't be scared. Jeezus. I hear that people are scared to talk to me. :/