Anyway, I don't have the inclination to finish it and I can't even remember where I was going with it but it seems a shame for it to just sit on my hard drive, so I thought I would pop it up here as an abandoned fic amnesty thing....
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It plays into my deep and slightly angry love of stranded time travellers having difficulties. All of you have probably heard more than a few times all my issues with them. Specifically characters stuck way in the future.
It's actually a really good metaphor for a pretty universal experience - you can't go home again, the place that you think of at home now only exists in the past. You just have to make the best of where and when you are now. I think that's what gets me about Source Code as well, as that film makes me cry like a wheezing donkey.
Basically what I am trying to say is that I want 10,000 words of fiction of characters having time traveller problems on my desk by next Monday. Chop chop.
So I'm at that strange period in my life where I'm still freaked out by responsibility, but old enough that I'm starting to edge into a management-type position at work.
(Yeah that's right, I'm going to just start writing like I've not touched this thing for a year and a half. Deal with it.)
This week, where I've been pulled on to a few projects, I've had that moment of realising 'I'm the only one that knows how to deal with this. Oh shit I'm going to have to take charge'.
Does anybody actually want that moment?
I'm basically assuming that the rest of my adulthood is going to be this in various degrees. I can't imagine that sense of vertigo of realising that you're the most qualified person in the room (by default, last editor standing etc.) is ever going to go away.
In other news, our projector that we use for meetings has started to make sad mewling noises whenever we turn it on. Maybe it's just because it's on its last legs. Maybe it's developing sentience. WTNV has made me question these things.
Actually, while I'm talking about Welcome To Night Vale, the latest one, Visitor...
[Visitor]...was intense, wasn't it? I mean, Cecil has been sad before, but it's almost a cod, drama queen sad, which kind of fitted in with the surrealist tone of the whole thing. This is the first time he's sounded genuinely angry and upset and scared. And, horribly, it's the first time I've been really engaged with WTNV for a while.
Also let's talk about Inside No. 9, and the fact that I really really enjoyed it, but I spent the whole time going 'this is clever, isn't it?' and I don't know whether I would have enjoyed it more if I had just been sucked into the story. Did anyone else have that? I think I need to watch them again.
Bacteriology, Part II (A Study in Scarlet/The War of the Worlds)
Author's note: You've only yourselves to blame at this point...
“This isn't a war," said the artilleryman. "It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.”
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