January 2012
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It was shocking how much of that last encounter she was still able to remember, given the amount of alcohol permeating her blood cells at the time. Catherine had only just left, which wasn’t saying much, considering she had never really moved all the way in, and already Alice was pinned against a wall, sweating gin and pulling Jess toward her by her belt loops. Her hand had unceremoniously...
open documents on my laptop this morning:
new “lucas”
old “lucas”
“bodyswap” notes (inspiration!)
“sam and alice 2012” (with bonus! old “sam and alice” printout on my bed)
chapter one of “every song”
chapter four of “every song” (the last thing i’ve written that i actually really like! quinn is such a fine sociopath here!)
blank document that...
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A few hours later, Alice found herself standing in her underwear in front of the full-length mirror she kept hidden at the back of her closet. For as long as she could remember, she’d been plagued by the slow-burning shame of not having been able to live up to anyone’s expectations for her. While everyone else had seemed to fixate on the whole gay thing (which had, to be fair, sparked its own...
a "you" that the singer sings to
what would another chapter of “every song” even look like?
there’s no good explanation for why i stopped writing it, except that maybe the new year’s debacle left me feeling a little gun shy. and then later when i read through it, i found that so many lines of it were things i’d stolen from my non-fan writing that it made me a little sad.
people are still putting...
this isn't happiness.: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s... →
itsoverwithoutyou:
nevver:
Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.
Dyed Siberian horse.
As thin as a repeated dream.
The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.
The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible…
Dear KM - and you wonder why I draw the comparison! Luff ya,...
in between death rattles, i did at least try to...
A few hours later, Alice found herself standing in her underwear in front of the full-length mirror she kept hidden at the back of her closet. For as long as she could remember, she’d been plagued by the slow-burning shame of not having been able to live up to anyone’s expectations for her. While everyone else had seemed to fixate on the whole gay thing (which had, to be honest, sparked its...
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Unfinished Letters From Lucas
Dear Rachel:
How long after we’d left did it take for them to sit you down and get you to accept the truth? When I used to imagine it, I’d imagine that Brittany just blurted it out in her Brittany way, and you rolled your eyes at her, and then Santana growled at you and muttered some derogatory thing under her breath in Spanish.
But then you remembered how we’d tried to tell you, how I’d tried...
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“i hear that your building your little house...
itsoverwithoutyou replied to your post: still have “lucas” on the brain…
Do it!
Haha. Thought for sure you’d be the conductor of the “don’t waste your time” train.
still have "lucas" on the brain...
i really thought i had put the whole “lucas” thing away, given the state of affairs, but one of the songs from my playlist came on on my way home from work today, and it just knocked the wind out of me.
i don’t know if it would even make sense to write it now, or if it would be fair, but…it’s all still in there somewhere.
so...
i worked about 42324569284352345 hours this week until i came down with “the sickness” on friday night.
thus, all my lofty goals of getting parts four and five of “sam and alice” (which needs a real title, by the way) done, were instead spent sleeping the sleep of the medicated sleepers.
woke up just long enough to see an unexpected boost in readers for “All Up...
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The note was waiting for her on the kitchen table when she got home from work:
Al-
Don’t sit home all night listening to Joni Mitchell or some other sad girl crap. Don’t get drunk and go looking through those photo albums in the hall closet. And definitely don’t clean the apartment. I’ll be home in time for breakfast tomorrow, and I WILL KNOW if you’ve broken any of...
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The idea of it, of actually being twenty-three years old, felt somewhat preposterous, as if she’d slipped through the cracks somehow and been allowed to live on past her expiration date. Growing up, Alice had always sort of expected that, upon turning twenty-one, she’d embark on some booze-fueled, Fitzgerald-esque bender, and go out in some faux-romantic blaze of glory. But twenty-one had come...
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let's try this again...
There must have been a first moment, a first day he’d laid eyes on Alice Martin in all her indifferent, teenaged glory, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember it. Instead, it seemed to him that she had just always been there—hovering on the periphery of his life with her guitar and her rumpled notebooks—until one day, the light changed, and suddenly she was all he could see.
That day, he...
“…just as you can make clear fundamental truths in fiction, you can put a little...”
– (via branfordperry)
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preview of part two:
There must have been a first moment, a first time he’d laid eyes on Alice Martin in all her indifferent, teenaged glory, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember it. Instead, it seemed to him that she had just always been there—hovering on the periphery of his life with her guitar and her rumpled notebooks—until one day, the light changed, and suddenly she was all he could see.
That day, he...
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let the wild rumpus (of rewriting) start
“Now, Samuel,” Uncle Lenny said soberly, taking another bite of coffee cake, “when are you and Alice going to get married?”
Sam just sighed. He’d been having this conversation—in some form or another—his entire adult life, and it was starting to become exhausting. “Well,” he began, before being cut off by a shout from his mother in the kitchen.
“Alice is a lesbian, Leonard! I already told...
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we've all got our junk: vincent: mississippi, 2010 →
thismissofalife:
the bus ride home from school takes over an hour with nothing to look at but pine trees and roadkill; it’s just one of the things vincent hates about this place. he came home with a c on his report card last week, so he’s grounded for a while, not that there’s anything to do around here…
almost forgot about this one. an idea for a series of short stories based on the...
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more "sam and alice"
When he comes home to find her lying on the couch in the dark in the middle of a weekday, the glow of some black-and-white movie on the television washing over her, he knows something’s gone terribly wrong. He’d seen her like this plenty in those first few months after he moved into the apartment, and it had scared him. He’d take a crying, raving, hysterical Alice any day over the girl who sat...
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