Well, it certainly has been a while since I've posted. **Whinge Alert - feel free to skip ahead to story at end of post.** I was in something of a panic after my last post - it led to a slew of really, really amazing feedback and I was completely overwhelmed, and a bit unnerved to think that all these people were reading my stuff. Totally scary. Silly, I realize, because why the hell else does one post to a journal and make it public?? But still, I've been reasonably anonymous so far, which is actually kind of a comfortable place to be.
Knowing people read your posts is great, because it's wonderful to have friends who share similar
interests, but it also changes slightly the audience for whom I write my posts - which has for the most part been, um, me. But as my audience gains more of a face I feel more pressure to be careful what I say so I don't offend anyone. Which is a little restricting. But everything comes with a price, I suppose. And then with so many people saying such wonderful things about my stories - it's so exciting but also gave me one hell of a case of writer's block. Or, rather, performance anxiety! The thought that people expect certain things from you is kind of terrifying. Guess I'm just used to blending into the background. (Maybe why I'm so fond of Trowa?)
I have a friend I met in a summer program once - she, one other guy and I were older than most of the other students there and had some work experience under our belt, while everyone else was fresh out of their undergrad lives, so we didn't really have much in common with them. So the three of us hung out together a lot for meals and such, and called ourselves the Island of Misfit Toys. It's usually a small place to be, but I'm used to it. But I guess the entire internet is filled with them - an Archipelago of Misfit Toys!
And there's another friend I made during my current program and she is completely and totally popular. Not that bitchy Queen of the World popular, but the geuinely nice completely thoughtful and fun popular. I've never had a friend like that. I used to find myself feeling jealous every now and then of everyone else trying to claim her time, until I realized what the problem was. Now I mostly admire how she handles people and wonder at how she seems to care about and for so many people. It would be too stressful for me. I'd always be worrying about making everyone happy and needing things from me and it would drive me out of my mind. Literally.
All of which I find a bit amusing in the light of the story I just read on love_trowa
- Just Might Break
. Some of the thoughts rolling around in Trowa's brain in that one are just a little too close to my own. CREE - PEEEE. Still, nice to know I'm not the only to have had thoughts like that. *goes to yellow pages to look for therapist*
So now that my brooding sulk is over - for the time being at least - I finally conquered my fear of writing enough to scribble down this one. An idea which has been kicking around in my head for a while now. Since I still seem to be blocked on the Fresh New Idea front, I figured I'd better just go raid my backlog of Weird Old Ideas. And if any of you have followed my ramblings this far - God bless you, and sorry for being a whiny baby!Title
: Family TiesAuthor
: Mariemeia Kushrenada, Trowa Barton (references to 3x4)Word Count
: ca. 2700Summary
: Mariemeia wants something from the man who bears her uncle’s name.Rating
: Minor peril. Humor. Mild hair abuse. Notes
: Set post-EW. Written for gw500
challenge #166: Comb. This idea came to me a while back after reading a slew of stories that involved T&Q dealing with their own children or those of Quatre’s sisters (especially the most excellent ‘Favorite Uncle’ stories by Windsor Blue
) – this is a sort of irreverent response that is in no way intended as a criticism of any of those stories and should not be construed to actually take place in any of those universes. I hope no one will be offended. Feedback/Criticism/Typo notifications welcome. Thanks for reading!( Read Story )