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In an attempt to waylay further social ostracization, I finally relented and let Todd coax me into watching Snakes On A Plane. I will always equate that movie with this thread in Vicodin which, in turn, will always make me think of how it would feel to kiss someone during the climax of this song. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arriterre? makemerun? Congratulations. You, along with ripped green ties and underage French supermodels, have woven yourselves into the significant fabric of my formidable years.
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vicodin_rpg might be the best game that I ever played in. The writing was superb, the players were top notch, and the overall atmosphere -- which could go from "Spanish soap opera" to "Merchant Ivory production" in a matter of two posts -- had me hooked for over a year and a half. I think I did some of my best writing over there. And, sure, it was a small community. Not many -- if any -- people saw it. That's the question I get most often, when I'm asked why I write in such small forums: Kate, you're wasting your time. Nobody's going to see this. Nobody who matters, anyway. Don't you think you should quit the kids' stuff and write something that'll earn you a buck? Sure, I'd love to. I'd love to crack out a novel in thirty days and have it picked up by a major publishing house. I'd love to write complex theses and analyses of pre- and post-modern literature. I'd love to have a column in the Times. But this? Right now? Is fun. This is for me. This is the release valve that I need to tweak every once in a while, when the real world seems padlocked by convention and sterility and blah blah blah did you remember to put a cover on your TPS report? So maybe it's a stall; maybe it's me flexing a mental muscle so it doesn't atrophy. Writing -- writing well -- is the greatest high that I experience. I'm grateful to the people who share that passion with me (arriterre, gleam, makemerun, mirorelle, awesomesquared, highlander_ii among them), because they seem to be in it for the same reasons.
-- Aaaand that was a suspiciously defensive paragraph. I can't imagine to whom I was trying to justify myself.
arriterre? makemerun? Congratulations. You, along with ripped green ties and underage French supermodels, have woven yourselves into the significant fabric of my formidable years. Honestly,
vicodin_rpg might be the best game that I ever played in. The writing was superb, the players were top notch, and the overall atmosphere -- which could go from "Spanish soap opera" to "Merchant Ivory production" in a matter of two posts -- had me hooked for over a year and a half. I think I did some of my best writing over there. And, sure, it was a small community. Not many -- if any -- people saw it. That's the question I get most often, when I'm asked why I write in such small forums: Kate, you're wasting your time. Nobody's going to see this. Nobody who matters, anyway. Don't you think you should quit the kids' stuff and write something that'll earn you a buck? Sure, I'd love to. I'd love to crack out a novel in thirty days and have it picked up by a major publishing house. I'd love to write complex theses and analyses of pre- and post-modern literature. I'd love to have a column in the Times. But this? Right now? Is fun. This is for me. This is the release valve that I need to tweak every once in a while, when the real world seems padlocked by convention and sterility and blah blah blah did you remember to put a cover on your TPS report? So maybe it's a stall; maybe it's me flexing a mental muscle so it doesn't atrophy. Writing -- writing well -- is the greatest high that I experience. I'm grateful to the people who share that passion with me (arriterre, gleam, makemerun, mirorelle, awesomesquared, highlander_ii among them), because they seem to be in it for the same reasons. -- Aaaand that was a suspiciously defensive paragraph. I can't imagine to whom I was trying to justify myself.
