Stories:
(When I get too wordy to tell a story in a shorter frame)

hsmbigbang fic. Details to come.


Oneshots:
(Usually small things written for the hell of it.)

Best Friends: Troy tries to get his best friend to come out of the closet, via song.

Tampons: Ryan and Chad have an unexpected encounter in the feminine needs aisle.

atm? u: A text message exchange between Ryan and Chad during detention.

Obligatory New Years fic: It's New Years Eve, and the Wildcats are at the Evans' suite.

Five Roles of Ryan's That Chad Liked (And One He Loved): From "Jesus Christ Superstar" to "Wicked", Chad really likes Ryan's acting.

Shift: Life sucks, so turn the music up, you'll been feelin' hella good, perhaps... Then live the rest of your life...


Challenges:
(Written for communities)

1sentence:
Jimmie/Ryan

10_letters:
Ryan Evans (WIP): Color, Imagination

15pairings:
HSM (WIP): Sharpay/Zeke

50ficlets:
Ryan Evans x Chad Danforth (WIP): Sweet, Stranger, Call

hsmbigbang:
The Road Through October. Details to come.

Real life: Uh, I am supremely happy? Like, the last time I was this happy, this content with life... I don't know. For the past five days I have been at a place of plain and simple :)'ing, and... yeah.

:)

~

Fandom: Newsies has consumed my soul. I have read an obscene amount of 100k word plus stories in the last month. It is insane. Most of them are AUs, though, but that makes sense. Whether or not the AUs make sense is another thing entirely. I mean, I just finished a boy band AU. ...whiiiich in retrospect does make sense, since they both involve pretty boys singing and dancing. Either way it was extremely silly and extremely enjoyable and extremely flailtastic. (Even if I had no idea who half the main characters were-- Skittery? Bumlets? who I do not ship together just because their name mash would be 'Buttery' and that is beyond words I've seen names used enough to know they're probably background newsies, but still, who?)

I am still lurking like woah, but this fandom... I want to give it a hug.

...though "lurking" doesn't mean I don't have a few fics planned out already. And I honestly mean 'a few fics,' not 'a few dozen fics,' which is a far cry from my HSM "to write" list.

(Also, the amount of very long fics makes me want more very long fics for HSM. Once I'm over my Newsies craze. Which may take a while.)

~

Also, I'm considering buying a paid account.

Long story short, the past two months have been really hard on me. There is much detail, but I don't want to go into it, so just, things have sucked.

But today I flew out to see/meet my best friend of the past four years, whom I met online. I could go into detail about how it didn't feel like I was meeting her, I feel like we've been chilling IRL forever even though it hasn't even been 12 hours, but I think things can be summed up in this exchange earlier:

evie: *starting to put sheets on air mattress* It said these fit, but idk...
iena: Eh, if not we can work it out.
and then we burst out singing the chorus of "Work This Out."

The past few weeks have been really difficult, but dude, the past nine hours have been better than all that combined. This chick is honestly the best friend I have ever had, I've only been here for hours but I've never felt more at home, I am so happy right you have no idea.


And just now the doorbell rang, and without looking at each other we both sing-songed "Cook-ieeeeees" (because on campus is this place where they sell cookies until 4:00 am, and deliver. It is magical) in perfect unison.

I have no idea how to go about explaining this, but let's try...

Basically, when I started this journal, I swore to myself that I would not let writing fanfiction take priority over school. And so far, I've been pretty good. But this is senior year, and between me having a social life this year and finally realizing that I'm struggling and need help (as well as NaNo around the corner), I'm afraid I'm going to slip.

So until I can find solid footing, I'm putting this journal on a hiatus.

(Not to mention, my hsmbigbang fic went missing, and rewriting it went horribly awry, and I feel so so embarrassed about dropping out at the last moment. I had it done, somebody did a mix for me, but I lost it, had a draft, thought I could re-finish it, was wrong, and now my ego smarts and I feel like a failure.)


See you guys later.

I've wanted to write this when the cast did their first read-through, doubly so after I found out that Henry Clerval's actor is gay, but I thought it would make script editing a bit awkward around that part.

Now that THE SCRIPT IS COMPLETE (or as complete as it'll ever be under my hands-- the past few days I've spent more time sobbing over the script than editing, which was pretty much a sign that there was nothing more I could do) I have no regrets writing this.

--

( This was prompted by how after every other Victor/Henry exchange I would scrawl 'and then they made-out' in the margins, because I am that mature. )

I've spent the last month plus working on the Frankenstein script (and I'm still not done oh god) and I've only been had time to frolic around online the past few days.

And what do I find out when I check my email? ...I never sent in my hsmbigbang fic in. And my final copy of the story is on my jump drive, that is MIA.

"FUCK" doesn't even come close to describing how I feel. *hides in shaaaaame*


On the bright side, partofyourcharm! If you are a fan of Alfred Hitchcock's "Rope" (which you should be, it is an amazing film!), join it! There will be fic soon!

re: hsmbigbang

Stories are due tomorrow, and I'm... yeah. I was planning to hammer out the last part of the story today during 7th, I ditched class because my beta has that period off and it seemed like a good time to work, but someone two other friends tagged along and we went for milkshakes and there was conversation and minimal betaing and I am frustrated! It's mostly done, but all my time is spent working on rewriting Frankenstein, though I have third off and am tinkering with it then.

(Which almost doesn't make sense, since I'm having a blast reworking Frankenstein for school, but there's a big difference in editing something you didn't write, and editing something you did write-- with the first, it's a shiny new sandbox yay! while in the second you've been digging around so much in the sandbox that's it's dirty and ugly and you're pretty sure your cat used it as a litterbox at one point.)

For our fall production, we're doing a stage adaptation of Frankenstein. The college nearby did one a few years ago, and the director is trying to combine the stage version (which is an ensemble thing) with the novel (which has overblown prose like whoa) and I've been helping out with the rewrites-- as in, it's two a.m. and I'm trying to combine the two like we discussed earlier today.

...let me just say, when the actors were doing a read-through last week, the guy playing Victor Frankenstein (the mad scientist, not the monster) saw the subtext between him and Henry Clerval (which lead to a hilarious "Dude, they're lovers." "BFFs." "Lovers." between the two actors) so it's not just me.

...but if this draft of the first act ends up with HoYay through the roof, that is me. I'm trying not to do that though, because y'know, it seems a bit unprofessional.

You know that point, when in story-editing, you've read the story so many times you start to hate it and you just want to shred it and never think of it again?

I hate that point so so much.


So my weekend was spent trying to look at my hsmbigbang fic without wanting to throttle someone (not successful), trying to finish a sleeveless hoodie I'm sewing without wanting to throttle someone (not successful), and trying to find non-porny-ficlets at the st_xi_kink (surprisingly successful).

Because I don't have nearly enough WIPs and current challenges as it is, I am starting an informal challenge!

This idea has been a combination of a few things: I've been on an AU kick lately, I never finished my easthighstory story and I am a sucker for ~happy ever after~. And so, I present~

The High School Musical Fairytale Fest

...though of course, given that I love ~happy ever after~s and HSM is its cash cow, when I say "fairytale" I mean "Disney-bastardized fairytales." ...and then from there I decided to just add on other Disney movies onto the list... as well as other animated musicals. And then I went back to fairytales.

( The fairytales~ )

It's still in progress-- as is the exact details of this fest-challenge-ficathon thing. Basically, I love happy endings, shameless fluff and crossovers.

...and in no way is this an excuse for me to write a Lady and the Tramp-esque Zeke/Sharpay story. :Db

So, most of what I have been posting lately (that's public) has been more personal things, rather than writing. This is not because I am not writing, but because they're all longer pieces and I'm still editing/revising/reworking/etc. So...

The WIP meme: post a single two sentence(s) from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.

( HSM (x8), Rope, and bare. )

Today, I finally did something I've been meaning to do for years:

Ask somebody to shut up about gay stereotypes.

( tl;dr ramble )


In other news, we watched a clip of "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" today, and I have spent the day fighting back the urge to randomly yell "Damn! We're in a tight spot!"

As the subject implies, I want to know what you think of my writing. Be it good or bad, critique or praise, give it to me. At this journal, I write fluffy slash fanfiction for a DCOM, but I still want my writing to be good. I want to improve. If there's something I can do to make my writing better, I want to know.


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Things my hsmbigbang story has:
• a plot
• a title
• a beta reader
• around 11,000 words
• pages of notes on the story
• pages of edits that I need to make the next month
• a very limited third person POV that I am starting to regret
• a metric fuckton of annotations on the side of the writing (courtesy of Pages)
• very detailed illustrations of what Ryan Evans wears each day including duck print pajamas
• symbolism!

Things my hsmbigbang story does not have:
• consistency
• a resolution/conclusion
• details contained in the prose
• witty slogans for Chad's T-shirts
• a consistent characterization of Taylor

The thing to do now:
• stop bitching and clean up the draft so the art/mix/vidder doesn't boggle at the inconsistencies.
• ...while making dinner.

( Pet related D: )

So now I'm going to go find and read smooptastic Chad/Ryan fic.

I'm a teenager in high school.

I probably shouldn't be this much of an emotional mess after the second day of school, but I am.

...so... does anyone have any pictures of cute and fuzzy kitties?

(No puppies, please. Small dogs scare me.)

• If today was anything to judge by, senior year is going to be awesome. I don't have the greatest schedule ever, and I wish I had more friends in my classes, but I really like what I have, so I'm not going to complain.

• I hit 10k for my hsmbigbang fic. \m/

I just got back from seeing a production of "bare"! And my thoughts can be summed up in one observation about my current state:

My eyes hurt from sobbing so much.

( The first act! )

( Intermission )

( Onto the second act! ).

( And then the show ended and I met some of the cast. :D )

TL;DR: AWESOME. And my eyes still hurt. BUT IT WAS WORTH IT.


( In other news, HSM and leashes )

And, because I want something outside of cut-text, random tidbit: on the drive there, my dad was pointing out buildings, and at one point he said "And that's East High..." I turned to Ches (who I had forced to marathon HSM with me) and we both laughed.

Once upon a time, in my googling to find the name of the guy who did ballet during the audition in HSM1¹, I came across this wiki.

This wiki is terrible, I'm not going to lie. A lot of the entries have joke lines put in to fuck around with everyone. (For example, Vance Evans' entry has him listed as Ryan and Sharpay's step-dad.)

For some reason I can't quite remember, I decided to browse through it some more just now, and I went to the page for "I Don't Dance"... and I think I sprained something laughing.

Well done, well done.


¹ I have yet to find a name for him, and "Alan" was already taken up by another guy, so I have been cycling through Jeffrey, Stephen and Kyle.

It's been just over two days since I started writing my story for hsmbigbang, I just passed the halfway mark on the word count, am going steady with the plot, I like what I've written, I love my title, and I'm feeling pretty awesome.

Except for the fact I've printed off about four calendars and I've even gone and researched the temperature for when my story takes place, but other than that "god I'm a dork," I feel pretty great.