Oh my god. Look, look what I found in a stray notebook in the back of my childhood closet:
When I was fifteen-sixteen, I evidently started to write Keith Laumer's Retief fanfiction. Snort. But, I mean, really, who wouldn't love Retief? Futuristic cousin to James Bond, spiritual predecessor to John Constantine. And it's not as sucky a sample of writing as I might have feared. (Notice how I am not sharing the Doctor Who Mary Sue scripts with you.)
(If you see me using my Jedi icon a lot the next couple of days, there's a reason; I'm in the mood for it. Last night I had the first pleasurable dream I've had in ages, and it was a doozy. Me as Anakin Skywalker, seduced good and proper by Obi-Wan*--I think it might have been my first slash dream ever. Eee!)
*(Though I'm still a Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan fan at heart.)
"Retief," Assistant Undersecretary Magnan muttered from the corner of his mouth, making waving motions at the obscuring cloud of grey smoke, "would you kindly extinguish that foul-smelling narcotic? Ambassador Grosgrain," he gestured toward the grey-haired little man lavishly bedecked in layers of gold braid, engaged in a severe coughing fit, "simply cannot tolerate the stench of that thing!"
First Secretary Retief removed the cigar from his mouth and exhaled, but made no move to extinguish it. "Is that the problem, Magnan?" he said in a tone just a little too audible for Magnan's liking. "It seemed to me that the source of Ambassador Grosgrain's coughing was this intolerably long preliminary speech of Ambassador Crodfoller's," he finished casually, heedless of Magnan's desperate shushing gestures.
When I was fifteen-sixteen, I evidently started to write Keith Laumer's Retief fanfiction. Snort. But, I mean, really, who wouldn't love Retief? Futuristic cousin to James Bond, spiritual predecessor to John Constantine. And it's not as sucky a sample of writing as I might have feared. (Notice how I am not sharing the Doctor Who Mary Sue scripts with you.)
(If you see me using my Jedi icon a lot the next couple of days, there's a reason; I'm in the mood for it. Last night I had the first pleasurable dream I've had in ages, and it was a doozy. Me as Anakin Skywalker, seduced good and proper by Obi-Wan*--I think it might have been my first slash dream ever. Eee!)
*(Though I'm still a Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan fan at heart.)
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Date: 2006-08-12 08:29 pm (UTC)2. I KNOW where the Mary-Sue notebook of mine is. I can't bring myself to open the box or touch it or anything. It's from, good lord, 17 years ago, I reckon. I don't want to know what I wrote. So very much.
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Date: 2006-08-12 08:44 pm (UTC)2. As a matter of fact, a few months after I'd written the sappiest of fantasies in my diary at age, what, thirteen ("Our enemy?" "Dead. Our child?" "Safe."), I actually ended up cutting those pages out of the diary altogether, driven by some instinct that, yes, they were indeed too humiliating to Let Fall Into The Wrong Hands. But the stuff I left in there ain't much better.
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Date: 2006-08-12 10:46 pm (UTC)There's room enough in that pairing for a solid threesome. Just because Obi-Wan didn't commune with him until later, there's no reason Qui-Gon can't hang with his boys before they got the hang of it.
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Date: 2006-08-12 10:51 pm (UTC)And of course you're a Qui/Obi fan, because you have excellent taste and Liam Neeson is sex on legs. :D
Angie
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Date: 2006-08-12 11:15 pm (UTC)And I'm not sure I ever read a full-length Retief novel! Only the short stories are standing out in my mind.
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Date: 2006-08-13 06:26 am (UTC)And you're not missing anything with the novels, seriously. They're relatively short, barely qualify as novels, but long enough to be too long. As is often the case, this is a series of funny short stories which don't expand well. I had the same problem with Wodehouse; the Bertie and Jeeves shorts are better than the novels. Humor is tough to do and it's doubly tough to sustain over a long period.
Angie
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Date: 2006-08-14 12:51 am (UTC)Some prose poetry, though. But reasonably decent.
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Date: 2006-08-12 11:30 pm (UTC)Here, go watch gay porn and have more slash dreams. There the best.
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Date: 2006-08-13 12:11 am (UTC)I read once that if you keep a dream diary you get better at remembering your dreams, and they get more interesting too. I did that once in my teens and it seemed to be true.
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Date: 2006-08-12 11:47 pm (UTC)And, heh, I found a fic I was writing during that time based on two NPCs in my D&D group. It was underage non-con. : P But then again, my group was made up of two gay men and another fellow female slasher, so it was kind of inevitable that there would be NPCs with UST.
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:17 pm (UTC)And I would SO read your Retief fanfic. Mary Sue or otherwise.
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