Polishes up tin-foil hat
The cosmos can just kiss my ass, honestly. Back February 14th of this year, I made a long drawn out post seen here in which I pitched to the masses the following plot idea:
I have another writing question. I've got this story in my head. It's about a guy and a girl who literally run into each other on a train platform - he's hurrying to get on a train, she's hurrying to get off with a giant box of papers. After that first meeting when they exchange first names and do the shy, eye flirt thing, they see each other frequently going in the opposite direction. There's always train windows between them. This goes on for months with neither of them being brave enough to do more than smile and wave at the other as the train pulls away.
This goes back to the individual character thing I mentioned above. I don't think the story would be as much fun if we knew what was going on in the girl's head.
The girl is a complete mystery, but the guy (I named him Reggie actually) is doing all the narrating and "on screen" pining. He does it a lot while talking to his friends over darts and beer at the local hang out. He always strikes out trying to pick up women and his friends refuse to set him up with girls they know because he always manages to put his foot in his mouth.
If he doesn't get on his train, he'll lose his job and he has bills to pay and plans for a bigger and better future that he needs the income for. Still, the mystery girl (I named her Sandra because she looks like Sandra Bullock circa 1990 in my head) is all he can think about. He sees her regularly, but never talks to her again. He wrote his cell number on a pad of paper, but the skanky chick standing beside her on the platform called him instead. He didn't want to scare her by having a friend stand on the platform and try to give her a note (it's the city after all). She disappears for a few trips and he thinks he's lost his chance. Is seeing her again enough motivation for him to get off the train? What if he saw her hugging a guy through the window at some point - would it still be enough motivation for a shy guy to chuck his job for the person he thinks may be his true love?
I want it to be believable so I'm stuck. I've never been a guy so, you know, it's hard to put myself in his shoes.
So my story idea? It really fucking happened! According Reuters, here's what happened:
A modern-day love story of a man spotting the girl of his dreams across a New York subway train and tracking her down over the Internet has failed to have a fairytale ending with the relationship over.
For Web designer Patrick Moberg, then 21, from Brooklyn, it was love at first sight when he spotted a woman on a Manhattan train last November. But he lost her in the crowd so he set up a website with a sketch to find her -- www.nygirlofmydreams.com.
Unbelievably in a city of 8 million people, it only took Moberg 48 hours to track down the woman, with his phone ringing non-stop and email box overflowing as usually cynical New Yorkers took sympathy on the subway Romeo and joined his hunt.
The mysterious brunette was named as Camille Hayton, from Melbourne, Australia, who was working as an intern at the magazine BlackBook and also lived in Brooklyn. One of her friends spotted the sketched picture on the Web site and recognized her.
But after finding each other, appearing on TV and getting international press, the couple took their romance out of the public eye, with Moberg closing down the Web site and with both refusing to making any more comments -- until now.
Hayton told Australian newspaper The Sunday Telegraph that she dated Moberg for about two months but it just didn't work out.
God-fricken-dammit!! My story wasn't going to be set in New York, but dammitdammitdammit! This is happening in other things I've written lately and it's really starting to piss me off.
I use pictures of actors to give faces to my characters when I write and I was using Ben Affleck for one. The character in my story split up with his wife because of alcohol and gambling, but he spends a year trying to convince her he's got himself together so he can come home. Two weeks later, I'm reading my iVillage email and dammit if they didn't report that Ben Affleck had started drinking and gambling again and his wife Jennifer Garner was shopping for houses without him. It turned out to be bogus, but still. I really hate it when other people and the news media poke around in my brain. That's just the creepiest example. I've not deviated far enough from reality to tell you the rest.
I'm nuts, but I'm not crazy. I could get there if I put my shoulder into it, but not yet.
~*~
In other news, I'm seriously thinking of becoming a Republican and buying a gun. Some teenagers thought it would be funny to kick in my front door Saturday night. Mike and Jake were in the living room at the time. They were just doing it because they were bored, not really intending to cause the damage they caused. They ran for their pitiful little lives when I threatened to snap their tiny little dicks off and shove them down their throats. I'm not much for running so I let them go. If I had a gun, I could wing one of the little suckers and continue the stern talking to I hadn't really got into the swing of yet. The penis down the throat thing was just the tip of the iceberg so to speak.
I'm not going to buy a gun or become a Republican. I've since calmed down. I am now officially the psycho lady to stay away from in Teenage-punk-Land. I gladly take up that banner if it'll keep them out of my yard.
~*~
I thought about sending out some snail mail, but I realized some of the address I have are out of date. You that have moved, you know who you are. If you want a special howdy from me, you'll have to email me new addresses. Naughty monkeys.
~*~
Some really bizarre stuff has been happening lately. The ex is offering to help financially for driver's education, insurance, and a car for Mike. Get your emergency supplies ready, the end is nigh.
I did something weird too. I told him I've been writing. He said he didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up (okay, now you know why I put up with his bullshit and married him - we share a sense of humor - that and the whole kid thing) and asked me if I had any idea. I told him I'm a writer. He amazingly said the same thing you all have been saying for years - submit something, the worst they can say is no. Like I said, you need a six month supply of chocolate, Diet Coke, and rum at minimum if you're to survive to rebuild the cabanas on the beach for the cabana boys and their little umbrellas.
~*~
Weirder than the cosmos tapping my brain for ways to fuck people up and my ex pretending to be human is the fact that people are visiting my website in droves again. For futility's sake, I put up a bunch of my shipper fics and my contribution to the 1000 Ways to kill Cruz. I was looking at TW.Net and I had the last three and as a fandom, we only made it to 44. Sad, I say. I know I wrote a drabble about Cruz falling off a bridge and no one caring, but I can't find it.
They're looking for information on when the second season of Third Watch is coming out. I'm looking too, dammit. What happened to one season every six months I thought I heard and maybe only dreamed?
I got the "is Bosco carrying Faith in the opening credits" question again. Oh, the good old days. I added the dreary truth to the FAQ.
I also became aware of a new Wiki about fandom. Their using FanFiction.net to populate the site. They have my page under kimr1989 so I'm safe in assuming no one will find me. If you posted at FFDotNet, you have a page at FanHistoryDotCom. I'm not sure I like them automatically assuming I want my name on their website.
It's disabled right now because people have been vandalizing the site. It boggles the mind if you think about it - thousands of fandoms with thousands of members each all indexed in one place. Their Third Watch page is barren. I'm on the fence whether I'll do anything about that. Our show deserves a great page (not saying I'm capable of providing it), but really isn't this doomed to failure? Some of the flame wars just died out recently. Can you imagine if some of the louder and more obnoxious of fans tried to put their own spin on the Wiki? FandomWank is all over it. Should be fun to watch it burn at least.
~*~
When did I become so cynical?
~*~
I've been thinking about joining Romance Writers of America as a way of kicking myself in the pants. There's a chapter in Fishers which is kind of inconvenient from where I live, but they have meetings the second Saturday of every month that look interesting. I really wish I could find something closer.
I've been looking at older stories again (mine not fan fic) and thinking maybe I can work up the nerve. We'll see. I might try something contemporary without so much research. Maybe.
I need to get back to pretending to work. Later all.
I have another writing question. I've got this story in my head. It's about a guy and a girl who literally run into each other on a train platform - he's hurrying to get on a train, she's hurrying to get off with a giant box of papers. After that first meeting when they exchange first names and do the shy, eye flirt thing, they see each other frequently going in the opposite direction. There's always train windows between them. This goes on for months with neither of them being brave enough to do more than smile and wave at the other as the train pulls away.
This goes back to the individual character thing I mentioned above. I don't think the story would be as much fun if we knew what was going on in the girl's head.
The girl is a complete mystery, but the guy (I named him Reggie actually) is doing all the narrating and "on screen" pining. He does it a lot while talking to his friends over darts and beer at the local hang out. He always strikes out trying to pick up women and his friends refuse to set him up with girls they know because he always manages to put his foot in his mouth.
If he doesn't get on his train, he'll lose his job and he has bills to pay and plans for a bigger and better future that he needs the income for. Still, the mystery girl (I named her Sandra because she looks like Sandra Bullock circa 1990 in my head) is all he can think about. He sees her regularly, but never talks to her again. He wrote his cell number on a pad of paper, but the skanky chick standing beside her on the platform called him instead. He didn't want to scare her by having a friend stand on the platform and try to give her a note (it's the city after all). She disappears for a few trips and he thinks he's lost his chance. Is seeing her again enough motivation for him to get off the train? What if he saw her hugging a guy through the window at some point - would it still be enough motivation for a shy guy to chuck his job for the person he thinks may be his true love?
I want it to be believable so I'm stuck. I've never been a guy so, you know, it's hard to put myself in his shoes.
So my story idea? It really fucking happened! According Reuters, here's what happened:
A modern-day love story of a man spotting the girl of his dreams across a New York subway train and tracking her down over the Internet has failed to have a fairytale ending with the relationship over.
For Web designer Patrick Moberg, then 21, from Brooklyn, it was love at first sight when he spotted a woman on a Manhattan train last November. But he lost her in the crowd so he set up a website with a sketch to find her -- www.nygirlofmydreams.com.
Unbelievably in a city of 8 million people, it only took Moberg 48 hours to track down the woman, with his phone ringing non-stop and email box overflowing as usually cynical New Yorkers took sympathy on the subway Romeo and joined his hunt.
The mysterious brunette was named as Camille Hayton, from Melbourne, Australia, who was working as an intern at the magazine BlackBook and also lived in Brooklyn. One of her friends spotted the sketched picture on the Web site and recognized her.
But after finding each other, appearing on TV and getting international press, the couple took their romance out of the public eye, with Moberg closing down the Web site and with both refusing to making any more comments -- until now.
Hayton told Australian newspaper The Sunday Telegraph that she dated Moberg for about two months but it just didn't work out.
God-fricken-dammit!! My story wasn't going to be set in New York, but dammitdammitdammit! This is happening in other things I've written lately and it's really starting to piss me off.
I use pictures of actors to give faces to my characters when I write and I was using Ben Affleck for one. The character in my story split up with his wife because of alcohol and gambling, but he spends a year trying to convince her he's got himself together so he can come home. Two weeks later, I'm reading my iVillage email and dammit if they didn't report that Ben Affleck had started drinking and gambling again and his wife Jennifer Garner was shopping for houses without him. It turned out to be bogus, but still. I really hate it when other people and the news media poke around in my brain. That's just the creepiest example. I've not deviated far enough from reality to tell you the rest.
I'm nuts, but I'm not crazy. I could get there if I put my shoulder into it, but not yet.
~*~
In other news, I'm seriously thinking of becoming a Republican and buying a gun. Some teenagers thought it would be funny to kick in my front door Saturday night. Mike and Jake were in the living room at the time. They were just doing it because they were bored, not really intending to cause the damage they caused. They ran for their pitiful little lives when I threatened to snap their tiny little dicks off and shove them down their throats. I'm not much for running so I let them go. If I had a gun, I could wing one of the little suckers and continue the stern talking to I hadn't really got into the swing of yet. The penis down the throat thing was just the tip of the iceberg so to speak.
I'm not going to buy a gun or become a Republican. I've since calmed down. I am now officially the psycho lady to stay away from in Teenage-punk-Land. I gladly take up that banner if it'll keep them out of my yard.
~*~
I thought about sending out some snail mail, but I realized some of the address I have are out of date. You that have moved, you know who you are. If you want a special howdy from me, you'll have to email me new addresses. Naughty monkeys.
~*~
Some really bizarre stuff has been happening lately. The ex is offering to help financially for driver's education, insurance, and a car for Mike. Get your emergency supplies ready, the end is nigh.
I did something weird too. I told him I've been writing. He said he didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up (okay, now you know why I put up with his bullshit and married him - we share a sense of humor - that and the whole kid thing) and asked me if I had any idea. I told him I'm a writer. He amazingly said the same thing you all have been saying for years - submit something, the worst they can say is no. Like I said, you need a six month supply of chocolate, Diet Coke, and rum at minimum if you're to survive to rebuild the cabanas on the beach for the cabana boys and their little umbrellas.
~*~
Weirder than the cosmos tapping my brain for ways to fuck people up and my ex pretending to be human is the fact that people are visiting my website in droves again. For futility's sake, I put up a bunch of my shipper fics and my contribution to the 1000 Ways to kill Cruz. I was looking at TW.Net and I had the last three and as a fandom, we only made it to 44. Sad, I say. I know I wrote a drabble about Cruz falling off a bridge and no one caring, but I can't find it.
They're looking for information on when the second season of Third Watch is coming out. I'm looking too, dammit. What happened to one season every six months I thought I heard and maybe only dreamed?
I got the "is Bosco carrying Faith in the opening credits" question again. Oh, the good old days. I added the dreary truth to the FAQ.
I also became aware of a new Wiki about fandom. Their using FanFiction.net to populate the site. They have my page under kimr1989 so I'm safe in assuming no one will find me. If you posted at FFDotNet, you have a page at FanHistoryDotCom. I'm not sure I like them automatically assuming I want my name on their website.
It's disabled right now because people have been vandalizing the site. It boggles the mind if you think about it - thousands of fandoms with thousands of members each all indexed in one place. Their Third Watch page is barren. I'm on the fence whether I'll do anything about that. Our show deserves a great page (not saying I'm capable of providing it), but really isn't this doomed to failure? Some of the flame wars just died out recently. Can you imagine if some of the louder and more obnoxious of fans tried to put their own spin on the Wiki? FandomWank is all over it. Should be fun to watch it burn at least.
~*~
When did I become so cynical?
~*~
I've been thinking about joining Romance Writers of America as a way of kicking myself in the pants. There's a chapter in Fishers which is kind of inconvenient from where I live, but they have meetings the second Saturday of every month that look interesting. I really wish I could find something closer.
I've been looking at older stories again (mine not fan fic) and thinking maybe I can work up the nerve. We'll see. I might try something contemporary without so much research. Maybe.
I need to get back to pretending to work. Later all.