703.
A few things about being home, in no particular order, but: I should not be reading about Sarah Palin when I'm sick. It's just not a good thing to read about an actual human being who has air for a brain and ... not anything else. The fact that she makes about $500K a month makes me want to set something on fire.
Anyways. I'm home and it's nice, if I ignore the fact that my parents are my parents. It's actually really lovely talking to my mom and getting to hang out and have tea and such. My dad is my dad and it's one of those hard things that I'm still trying to learn how to reconcile, I guess. I don't know.
BUT I'm reading (slowly) James Franco's Palo Alto, which isn't bad at all. It's not earth-shattering good, but it's engrossing and I feel like if he really stuck to the writing thing or maybe even progressed into novel territory, he would get into something really phenomenal.
I guess one of the things that has really gotten to me lately with some of the books that I've read as of lately is that there's a lot of guys writing about guys writing about having that enormous, grating, strange existential crisis. Which is fine. The first three times. Then there's the problem of the male writer writing women, from adult women to teenage girls, and it's like an awkward guessing game that you can imagine said writer asking his sister/girlfriend/wife about how she was like when she was this age, with that boy, etc. I think one of the things that I really enjoy about Palo Alto is that Franco doesn't try to be horribly ironic or overreaching with his characters, particularly with the girls. There's one story called Lockheed, which is about a girl who happens to be utterly brilliant in Math and how she stumbles through self-discovery; she gets this internship and kind of, but doesn't has all these relationships with people that almost affect her but don't. What I really love about it is that Franco's respectful to her character, and there's senses of mystery that he seems to be happy enough to let live - and that's the thing that bothers me most, too, about some male writers. Women can't be a mystery. Every facet, turn, motivation has to be explained and if they are an archetype, then they're not allowed to be 3D characters.
Anyways. Each story so far has been rather unsettling because as a reader, you're sort of forced to remember your own sense of immortality as a kid in high school while fighting off loneliness and chaos and all the stupid, stupid insecurities that want to drown you. I think he's pretty brilliant about how he's handling everything thus far and think a novel from him could be really interesting, if only to see what he'd do with it.
SUMMARY: IN SHORT, FRANCO I'M A FAN OF YOUR WRITING ATM. Even flying through an gross amount of cough drops and stuff.
Advent calendar stories are going to start soon! I haven't even thought about my yuletide fic yet. I haven't seen the latest Walking Dead, but I've watched Chase which continues to delight me in ways that I don't think anyone can understand. Sons of Anarchy makes me nervous. I'm going to go shoe shopping which is kind of exciting too because my mom understands my shoe fetish. And I'm really enjoying writing Harry Potter fic again which is WEIRD AND NICE AND WEIRD AND STUFF.
FIC:
when we were young (and ageless)
harry potter ; harry/hermione ; 3,500 words ; unrated
they say it’s just that simple. nobody comes and asks them: if the kids are just alright. spoilers for the deathly hallows. au.
ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE
Come say hey!
Anyways. I'm home and it's nice, if I ignore the fact that my parents are my parents. It's actually really lovely talking to my mom and getting to hang out and have tea and such. My dad is my dad and it's one of those hard things that I'm still trying to learn how to reconcile, I guess. I don't know.
BUT I'm reading (slowly) James Franco's Palo Alto, which isn't bad at all. It's not earth-shattering good, but it's engrossing and I feel like if he really stuck to the writing thing or maybe even progressed into novel territory, he would get into something really phenomenal.
I guess one of the things that has really gotten to me lately with some of the books that I've read as of lately is that there's a lot of guys writing about guys writing about having that enormous, grating, strange existential crisis. Which is fine. The first three times. Then there's the problem of the male writer writing women, from adult women to teenage girls, and it's like an awkward guessing game that you can imagine said writer asking his sister/girlfriend/wife about how she was like when she was this age, with that boy, etc. I think one of the things that I really enjoy about Palo Alto is that Franco doesn't try to be horribly ironic or overreaching with his characters, particularly with the girls. There's one story called Lockheed, which is about a girl who happens to be utterly brilliant in Math and how she stumbles through self-discovery; she gets this internship and kind of, but doesn't has all these relationships with people that almost affect her but don't. What I really love about it is that Franco's respectful to her character, and there's senses of mystery that he seems to be happy enough to let live - and that's the thing that bothers me most, too, about some male writers. Women can't be a mystery. Every facet, turn, motivation has to be explained and if they are an archetype, then they're not allowed to be 3D characters.
Anyways. Each story so far has been rather unsettling because as a reader, you're sort of forced to remember your own sense of immortality as a kid in high school while fighting off loneliness and chaos and all the stupid, stupid insecurities that want to drown you. I think he's pretty brilliant about how he's handling everything thus far and think a novel from him could be really interesting, if only to see what he'd do with it.
SUMMARY: IN SHORT, FRANCO I'M A FAN OF YOUR WRITING ATM. Even flying through an gross amount of cough drops and stuff.
Advent calendar stories are going to start soon! I haven't even thought about my yuletide fic yet. I haven't seen the latest Walking Dead, but I've watched Chase which continues to delight me in ways that I don't think anyone can understand. Sons of Anarchy makes me nervous. I'm going to go shoe shopping which is kind of exciting too because my mom understands my shoe fetish. And I'm really enjoying writing Harry Potter fic again which is WEIRD AND NICE AND WEIRD AND STUFF.
FIC:
when we were young (and ageless)
harry potter ; harry/hermione ; 3,500 words ; unrated
they say it’s just that simple. nobody comes and asks them: if the kids are just alright. spoilers for the deathly hallows. au.
ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE
Come say hey!