I forget...

Jan. 4th, 2007 11:00 pm
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I forget how draining writing something autobiographical can be. I've made myself remember a lot of stuff I haven't really thought about in years. Some of it's really really good, and some of it's...not so good. Remembering is about as close to reliving as you can get. But it needs to come out. It needs to be said, if only for my own sake. So maybe someday if I'm not around to explain myself, others can look back and say "Oh, so that's why she was so fucked up." Or something like that.

I'm so glad tomorrow's Friday. I've not hardly worked at all this week, but it just feels like this week needs to be over. Something about it being the first week of the year I guess. It's like once you get the first one out of the way, the rest get easier. Or something. *shrug*

Think I need to go suck on that bottle of Theraflu and go to bed.
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This will probably be the last bit of the story I'm going to post for a while, since I'm going to be busy with work, getting ready to move and all that fun stuff.
I will post a list of links to the rest of the story either right after this or later tonight/early tomorrow morning when I get home from work.

I built my dreams around you... )

Song lyrics in this post written by [livejournal.com profile] mad_mortigan. Stolen from him because I can. *grin*
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Just couldn't help myself. Here's more!

Bite me, baby, bite me... )
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And now, after much delay, a new post for Wash Away the World. I'll make a new post with links to the previous story posts later tonight or tomorrow.

Why don't you come with me little girl, on a magic carpet ride.... )
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This will probably be the last bit of story for a while. But I'm going to write more while I'm offline and gather up some more characters and storylines during that time. I'm working on a journal for Sam and might have that up before the weekend's out.

Aren't cliffhangers a bitch? )
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These are a few entries from Lucas' journal. If you don't remember, since it's been a while since he's been mentioned, Lucas is Ceara's brother. He was last heard from on the day the wave hit, and had been in San Francisco. These are his thoughts on what has become of the world around him.

What a little bastard.... )
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I wasn't going to do another one of these for a while, but since I've been getting threats of violence from some people, here it is. This one's going to probably be a little short. I just don't have the time to sit and write anymore, and when I do, I'm just too damn tired. After this, I probably won't be making any story posts for a while. But fear not, once things have calmed down a bit, they shall return. (Gods, that sounded just a BIT pompous, didn't it?)

All hail pancakes.... )
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I'm already pretty irregular with the story posts, and will be more so in the next few weeks. I'm actually going to be doing some writing for what will hopefully end up being a NICE amount of money. So after this post, Wash Away The World will be MIA for a bit. Sucks, but hey, I gotta eat too. So this one will be a little longer in a vague attempt to compensate.

Enjoy... )
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Right, so I've given up with keeping track of chapters and sections. I'm starting to run low on material that I've already had written for a while. I'll have to start working on more soon. I've had most of this written for quite some time, considering I actually started this about 3 years ago. It's been scattered over 4 notebooks, a couple of hard drives, and two or three floppies. It's good to have them in one place (and cross-posted to three different spots). So the posts will probably start getting to be fewer and with more time in between after the next few posts. Not a bad thing, considering it will be all new material.

Any suggestions, opinions, or questions will be answered or taken into consideration. If you're confused about any aspects of the story, let me know. Continuous work of progress and all that.

So anyway... )
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Yeah, I lost track again. Eat me.

HI FLOOR! Make me a sammich! )
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Had a bit of a burst of inspiration earlier.

The knowledge....it fills me....it is NEAT. )
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Sorry it's been a while. I've been....distracted. In a good way. Heh.

Yeah, so....
on with the story! )
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This chapter may run a little long, because I want to get this chapter summed up in 4 parts or less.

Helloooo pirate lady! )
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In my mind, my characters have their own hidden thoughts, secret journals, poetry and feelings that aren't a part of the chronology of Wash Away The World. I see more of these characters than the people that read the story, because most of them are based on people I know. But the people they are based upon are simply templates. After the mold of the character is cast, they take on a life of their own. They're no longer the person I based them on, because in the story, they're in a situation that the person they were based upon has never been in. For example, Samantha is a poet. During the course of the book (and I do plan to publish this someday) she writes poetry based upon her experiences. Tristan is a musician, and he writes songs about love and loss. Ceara is a journalist. She writes about the people she meets, the conditions of the world around her, and often goes off into tangents about human and "para-human" behavior. Para-human is the classification I've come up with as an umbrella term for the people in the story that became more than human after the energy wave.

From time to time, I'm going to include some of these poems, songs, journal entries, and miscellaneous writings of the characters in between the regular story posts. I think it's a way to flesh out the characters in a way that I couldn't do in the normal course of the story. And perhaps it will aid in understanding the frame of mind of a character in a certain point of the story, or make it clearer as to why they acted a certain way in a situation.

I hope this won't be too confusing for anyone. I'll label each post accordingly to differentiate them from the story posts.

Thanks to everyone that's been reading and commenting! Please feel free to ask questions, especially if something comes across as unclear in the story. This is a work in progress, and I welcome all points of positive criticism. Negative criticism will be ignored and you'll be told to go fuck yourselves.

I'll be posting the next section within the hour, and I'll probably be making the first supplemental post later tonight or tomorrow. I'll label them as " WATW Story Supplement - *title of post* so there will be less confusion. Enjoy!
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I've gotten so into writing this, that I forgot what point I'm at now. As if it really matters. I'll make sure to get the chapter and section down on the next one.

Yay more words )
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Here we go again!

Sit a spell...or for a spell...whichever... )
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Ok, so there is no real consistency in how I break up these chapters, and some run longer than others, so I don't know how many parts this is going to take. And once this chapter is done, I think once this chapter is finished, everyone should have a good knowlege of Ceara and the twins. There will be a mob of new characters in chapters 4 and 5, and those people I know in real life will recognize themselves (that means you, Drew :p).

And the beat goes on... )
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I'm finally getting back to this. This will wrap up chapter 2 and in the next installment, we get to see some action! Yay!

Look! Words! )
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Part 2 )
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Seems like I'm spending most of my time in the night.
Something about it, don't feel like facing the light.
Starin' at pillows in the middle of fights.
Knockin' on doors down a hall with red lights.
I dream of you constantly.
I wonder how wrong I can be.

Moments of splendor wind up like ashes in rain.
One look you're smiling, another your face is in pain.
I wake up at night with the sweat on my head.
A look in your eyes that will haunt me till I'm dead.
I just can't seem to shake it.
Something about what you said.

I just can't seem to make up my mind about you.
Maybe what they say is true,
Maybe lovers can never be friends.

Laugh with the joker,
Hold back the tears till they're gone.
Drink and be merry, they find us all dead at dawn.
Visions of paradise scramble my head.
Something I've wanted so long in my bed.
I'm dreaming my life away
I'm wasting the best of my days.

Scribbled and scratching, half finished pages at dawn.
People that live here are wondering
Where all my strength's gone.
We're so far away from whereever we came
That sometimes I wonder if we'll see it again.
You can't always go home
You can't always be warm inside.

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