Kulipari: Warflower
Well, I have finished the first draft! Finished it after an 8-hour sprint on Saturday. Now I'm waiting for Mr. Pryce to finish reading it and get back to me about anything he wants changed/added and I'll do a revision. There are a few things I want to possibly add but I need his feedback first. While he is extremely laid back about it, this is still his universe and I'm just playing in the sandbox. Whatever I write needs to fit into the continuity, after all, as my stuff is now canon and has sort of made some major changes to season 2. >_> I feel sort of bad about it since I got one of the characters written out of most of the season due to what I wrote, but now that character will be a major player in season 3 if Netflix picks it up? As someone who has absurd amounts of respect for the VAs, I feel REALLY BAD about this... Reassurance that one of four characters was going to be written out and my story just cemented who it would be is not helping since of course it was my favorite character that it happened to. :/
Once I got done writing, I had NO IDEA what to do with myself. Did I even have hobbies before this novel? It's weird as hell. XD Of course, the change over to a new computer (mine died and he OVERNIGHTED ME A NEW ONE WHAT) means that I'm fighting with AIM in particular. I'm going to see if I can just transfer over the entire program. My registration information is quite literally 17 years old. I have NO IDEA what any of my information even WAS, let alone my password that I haven't changed in ages and just counted on my computer to remember. :P I do have a program now that remembers them all for me so that's nice. Every time I try to convince AIM to look up my old account it says it can't and to refresh my cookies... because the cookies are the problem and not the switch to a completely different machine. Meh.
I ran errands yesterday like a grownup, which included going to the laundromat. I had on a "Vote Brony 2012" shirt on that has a silhouette of Rainbow Dash drawn up like the Democrat donkey, so I'm not sure if that had anything to do with the fact that EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. was talking about how Trump is going to be the best president ever and will bring back jobs and they just don't understand why people are complaining, since "Lying Hillary" would've ruined the country somehow, and one was even calling for him to just remain president for life! I didn't challenge anything, just made sure I kept an eye on the one Hispanic woman in the laundromat who was quietly trying to wash her clothes in peace. Nobody gave her a hard time, but I was ready to get involved if needed. There was one particular angry guy that I was concerned about who legitimately scared me, who was glaring at me the entire time I was there- which was one and a half to two hours- wearing his "Make America Great Again" red hat and striking up conversations with everyone about whether or not they supported Trump. He didn't talk to me but I could just feel the anger from his general direction.
I was so happy to come home, though I felt bad for everyone else in the laundromat having to deal with him. Most of them appeared to agree with him and happily chimed in, but there was myself, the Hispanic woman, and another male patron who kept to ourselves and would exchange uncomfortable looks with each other. I wish I hadn't felt so powerless in the situation and could've said SOMETHING but given the rhetoric I was hearing, nobody was in a place where they were going to listen to anything I said. I wanted to cry out of discomfort and fear and this is just the worst, guys.
Once I got done writing, I had NO IDEA what to do with myself. Did I even have hobbies before this novel? It's weird as hell. XD Of course, the change over to a new computer (mine died and he OVERNIGHTED ME A NEW ONE WHAT) means that I'm fighting with AIM in particular. I'm going to see if I can just transfer over the entire program. My registration information is quite literally 17 years old. I have NO IDEA what any of my information even WAS, let alone my password that I haven't changed in ages and just counted on my computer to remember. :P I do have a program now that remembers them all for me so that's nice. Every time I try to convince AIM to look up my old account it says it can't and to refresh my cookies... because the cookies are the problem and not the switch to a completely different machine. Meh.
I ran errands yesterday like a grownup, which included going to the laundromat. I had on a "Vote Brony 2012" shirt on that has a silhouette of Rainbow Dash drawn up like the Democrat donkey, so I'm not sure if that had anything to do with the fact that EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. was talking about how Trump is going to be the best president ever and will bring back jobs and they just don't understand why people are complaining, since "Lying Hillary" would've ruined the country somehow, and one was even calling for him to just remain president for life! I didn't challenge anything, just made sure I kept an eye on the one Hispanic woman in the laundromat who was quietly trying to wash her clothes in peace. Nobody gave her a hard time, but I was ready to get involved if needed. There was one particular angry guy that I was concerned about who legitimately scared me, who was glaring at me the entire time I was there- which was one and a half to two hours- wearing his "Make America Great Again" red hat and striking up conversations with everyone about whether or not they supported Trump. He didn't talk to me but I could just feel the anger from his general direction.
I was so happy to come home, though I felt bad for everyone else in the laundromat having to deal with him. Most of them appeared to agree with him and happily chimed in, but there was myself, the Hispanic woman, and another male patron who kept to ourselves and would exchange uncomfortable looks with each other. I wish I hadn't felt so powerless in the situation and could've said SOMETHING but given the rhetoric I was hearing, nobody was in a place where they were going to listen to anything I said. I wanted to cry out of discomfort and fear and this is just the worst, guys.