I’m in a bit of a daze today, and maybe a little depressed. It’s not like I’ve never posted the end of a long story before; it’s just that this one broke a number of records and did a number of things differently than other long stories, and I’ve been so very invested in it. There was also a bit of the unhappiness I have previously mentioned when I had the urge to remark to my parents over dinner how weird it felt to be posting the end at last, but restrained myself. Fortunately, I will go see Zombie Girl after work, and we will talk GW and that will be awesome.
I keep forgetting to mention Brandie. She’s my co-worker, and she’s cool. What’s weird is that customers keep asking us if we’re sisters, because apparently, to them, we “look just like each other.” It’s weird because… we don’t. Seriously. We have different complexion types, very different features, different hair (dye can change the color, but not the texture and thickness), and very different builds. I think the customers are unable to look past the fact that we both wear glasses and have our hair up most of the time. It’s still really strange.
Eighteen days ’til my birthday!
It was sad for me to read the ending. I can’t even begin to imagine how it must have felt for you to post it. *huggles*
I feel like I’ve been living in Heero’s apartment for I’m not even sure how long. I’m eleven chapters into my next story, and although I have a clear feeling and clear mental images of the atmosphere and setting for that story, I’m receiving those mental images in Plastic Heero’s apartment. I don’t know how long it’s going to be before that particular mindspace deconstructs.
naaaah, just means you have to start cooking up the next batch of awesome… or live vicariously through someone else’s XDDD
I’m curious: what did you do differently from your other long stories?
Cooking is, in fact, exactly what’s going on in the chapter I’m working on for my next story XD Cooking and drunkenness…
As for what was different about Plastic… pretty well everything. The format itself, to begin with; I’ve never written such a long story with such short parts before. Then I didn’t start posting it until I was in, like, the 80’s as far as writing, whereas usually, in the past, I’ve posted chapters as I wrote them. So it just felt totally different. Plus I thought this story was better than… well, better than anything else I’ve ever written… and I was a good deal more emotionally invested in it than anything else. Also, I wrote it over (for me) an extremely short period of time (around a year), so it was like this whirlwind went through my life.