I will drink heavily and shout at you!
Nov. 27th, 2009 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolorosa_12I'm slowly recovering from a night of rather epic (and stupid) drinking, where a friend of mine came over and we drank nearly two-thirds of a bottle of gin, ranting the entire time. We used to live in the same house, and we would periodically get together for evenings of drunken ranting, so it was like old times. The hangover was like old times, too.
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A couple of my friends were talking on Twitter this morning about graduating from Bundah, which got me all nostalgic for the place. Until I came to Cambridge, I had imagined that my years at Bundah would be the high point of my life (which depressed me somewhat). I have only good memories about those two years. It's hard to explain how wonderful it is to people who didn't go there (and I suspect that Bundah wasn't that great for everyone who was there), so suffice it to say that until I came to Cambridge, Bundah was the only time when I felt perfect harmony between being (who I was) and doing (what I did). It remains my model of what high school should be.
I've also (finally) written my first ever fanfic. I probably won't post it, however. I know I claim that my middle name ought to be 'overshare', and I certainly have no problem writing about deeply personal stuff (often in completely public entries), I've always been incredibly shy about my fiction. I've been writing fiction since I was a child, and doing so seriously since I was about 14 or 15, but aside from showing some stories to my mother, reading a few out loud to Mimi, and letting Raphael read a couple of chapters, I've never shown them to a living soul. I can't even explain why, since I don't really care if people tell me the writing is terrible or the ideas are silly. My fiction comes from a much more personal place than any real-life information I may impart. I wouldn't go so far to say that everything I write about is allegorical, but in some sense everyone in my stories is me, and everything that happens happened to me (even though I've never been a member of a band of misfits who saved the world, or the source by which magic is powered, or whatever). If I were to put my fiction in public, I'd feel stripped bare in a way that relating even the most mortifying experience doesn't make me feel.
I've got a couple of new posts over at Wordpress. The first is a summary of all the places on the internet I find most useful as resources for my interests (ie books, films, TV shows and music). The next post is on Longvision, and it is a copy of a message Sophia McDougall sent to members of the Romanitas Facebook group about the new release date for Savage City. I've already posted it on
romanitas_fans.A couple of my friends were talking on Twitter this morning about graduating from Bundah, which got me all nostalgic for the place. Until I came to Cambridge, I had imagined that my years at Bundah would be the high point of my life (which depressed me somewhat). I have only good memories about those two years. It's hard to explain how wonderful it is to people who didn't go there (and I suspect that Bundah wasn't that great for everyone who was there), so suffice it to say that until I came to Cambridge, Bundah was the only time when I felt perfect harmony between being (who I was) and doing (what I did). It remains my model of what high school should be.
I've also (finally) written my first ever fanfic. I probably won't post it, however. I know I claim that my middle name ought to be 'overshare', and I certainly have no problem writing about deeply personal stuff (often in completely public entries), I've always been incredibly shy about my fiction. I've been writing fiction since I was a child, and doing so seriously since I was about 14 or 15, but aside from showing some stories to my mother, reading a few out loud to Mimi, and letting Raphael read a couple of chapters, I've never shown them to a living soul. I can't even explain why, since I don't really care if people tell me the writing is terrible or the ideas are silly. My fiction comes from a much more personal place than any real-life information I may impart. I wouldn't go so far to say that everything I write about is allegorical, but in some sense everyone in my stories is me, and everything that happens happened to me (even though I've never been a member of a band of misfits who saved the world, or the source by which magic is powered, or whatever). If I were to put my fiction in public, I'd feel stripped bare in a way that relating even the most mortifying experience doesn't make me feel.
