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Oct. 25th, 2004 01:55 pmIt's interesting... For some reason I got a wild hair the other day and started going back through some of my old RP logs. I mean, from years ago... and man was I a hack. We're talking beyond melodramatic here, characters pulling off the kind'a drama queen shit right out of the worst stereotypical movie. But I also remember the fun. The group's camaraderie (when it worked) and the cat-fights (when it didn't.)
I remember staying up till the crack of dawn the night before going to AggieCon because the scene was clicking and no one had the heart to end it early.
I remember standing in the middle Itzacon, staring at Wren, the idea for a scene clicking into place... and then her typing away while I drove us home, the two of us slowly blocking out the scene. (Dude, don't smut and drive.)
I remember juggling characters, trying to keep track of who was where doing what how and not always succeeding, but when it worked, and the room paused for a collective "Damn" ... Pride, like nothing else.
I remember ideas born, ideas killed, innocent asides that somehow turned into epic plot twists... having no control over the voices in my head. Having fun.
I remember plane trips and security searches, taking friends to movies... taking characters to movies, hair tearing and teeth gnashing, crying and laughing and screaming at the computer screen.
And to think, for the longest time I couldn't remember any of it without the overwhelming feelings. The bad feelings. The bitterness of the bad, the frustration and anger of the break-up.
It took a while (longer, 'cause I can hold a grudge like no one's business) but damn it's good to have those good memories back.
I remember staying up till the crack of dawn the night before going to AggieCon because the scene was clicking and no one had the heart to end it early.
I remember standing in the middle Itzacon, staring at Wren, the idea for a scene clicking into place... and then her typing away while I drove us home, the two of us slowly blocking out the scene. (Dude, don't smut and drive.)
I remember juggling characters, trying to keep track of who was where doing what how and not always succeeding, but when it worked, and the room paused for a collective "Damn" ... Pride, like nothing else.
I remember ideas born, ideas killed, innocent asides that somehow turned into epic plot twists... having no control over the voices in my head. Having fun.
I remember plane trips and security searches, taking friends to movies... taking characters to movies, hair tearing and teeth gnashing, crying and laughing and screaming at the computer screen.
And to think, for the longest time I couldn't remember any of it without the overwhelming feelings. The bad feelings. The bitterness of the bad, the frustration and anger of the break-up.
It took a while (longer, 'cause I can hold a grudge like no one's business) but damn it's good to have those good memories back.
