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Dec. 8th, 2004 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingManaged to drag my sorry arse out of bed this morning to make it into the Botanic Gardens with Steph and Littlest in tow. There I wrote all of about a hundred words of Shadow Boys (which I haven't touched since before NaNo, and read some Jeeves and Wooster. I have discovered that I had not, in fact, finished the anthology I had, so I have been quietly and with great joy reading through Joy in the Morning.
Also, it rained quite a lot. The gardens look beautiful in the rain. We read aloud Act I of Romeo and Juliet, and Ben showed up, and Tych showed up eventually, and we went to the tea rooms. I had a lamb-and-rosemary pie, which was delicious, but would have been better with a sauce other than tomato to squirt on top. Also a hideously overpriced bread roll which was dry and too damn small.
Then Littlest and I came home, and Connex was more fucked up than usual, and we ended up at the wrong station, the train having "expressed" past ours. I say "expressed" because though it stopped at no stations, it was travelling slower than the usual stops-all-stations. So Littlest caught the bus home and I waited for the stupidly late train-after-next, the next train having been cancelled. Then I read more Jeeves and Wooster in the bright evening sun (yay for summer and daylight savings), picked up my car and went home.
I wrote fanfiction tonight. But not for any fandom you're familiar with. No, my fandom was the creative work of art![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mattador and co have been working on, called ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
olympus_high, where the Greek gods are, well. Puppies. What do you think?
Apollo's the school's golden boy. Really, he is. He's not Most Popular Boy, because that's Zeus, but he doesn't think he'd want it anyway. He's not one of the Popular Group, but then, who'd want to be? He's a theatre geek. Well. He's who the theatre geeks look up to. Among them, he is a god.
He got the major role in the play this year, of course. And all the backstage admiration that goes with it. He had a smile to set half the chorus a-flutter. He even got mentioned in the review the local paper did of the play. Well, not so much mentioned. Praised. Worshipped. He could get used to that.
And he played first chair violin. They had a chamber music string ensemble now, and he was first chair, which meant that he got the solos. And he was the only other person on stage besides the conductor who got a bow.
The music teachers loved him. The drama teacher loved him. They'd stop in the hall to talk to him when they passed, even Mrs Petrova, who was head of strings. Petrova was so infamously bad-tempered that one band rehearsal she reduced no less than six students to tears, including Euterpe, who rumour said hadn't even cried when her dog died.
Everyone thought he was doing so well, with his blond hair and his snake-skin shoes. He was a golden boy. Except he couldn't always get what he wanted. Sinope had rejected him outright, and started going out with his sister for gods' sake, and Daphne had transferred to another school...
...and sometimes, when he went to watch his sister compete in the track after school, he watched someone else. One of the discus-throwers. Was there a technical term for that? Apollo didn't know. He hadn't made any move yet, because. Well. He was the school's golden boy. And he was fucked if he was going to risk his reputation over some boy.
And that was my day!
[Edit: OOH! Forgot! Discovered sister did not know "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost, and had not heard of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", nor of Coleridge. This is very WRONG. Also, I spilled soup through my bag and had to put it into the washing machine. And by doing so found the final of the 2022 pieces I'd written - this one in Short Story class, and though it is flash fiction, it is not a drabble.]
Also, it rained quite a lot. The gardens look beautiful in the rain. We read aloud Act I of Romeo and Juliet, and Ben showed up, and Tych showed up eventually, and we went to the tea rooms. I had a lamb-and-rosemary pie, which was delicious, but would have been better with a sauce other than tomato to squirt on top. Also a hideously overpriced bread roll which was dry and too damn small.
Then Littlest and I came home, and Connex was more fucked up than usual, and we ended up at the wrong station, the train having "expressed" past ours. I say "expressed" because though it stopped at no stations, it was travelling slower than the usual stops-all-stations. So Littlest caught the bus home and I waited for the stupidly late train-after-next, the next train having been cancelled. Then I read more Jeeves and Wooster in the bright evening sun (yay for summer and daylight savings), picked up my car and went home.
I wrote fanfiction tonight. But not for any fandom you're familiar with. No, my fandom was the creative work of art
mattador and co have been working on, called olympus_high, where the Greek gods are, well. Puppies. What do you think?Apollo's the school's golden boy. Really, he is. He's not Most Popular Boy, because that's Zeus, but he doesn't think he'd want it anyway. He's not one of the Popular Group, but then, who'd want to be? He's a theatre geek. Well. He's who the theatre geeks look up to. Among them, he is a god.
He got the major role in the play this year, of course. And all the backstage admiration that goes with it. He had a smile to set half the chorus a-flutter. He even got mentioned in the review the local paper did of the play. Well, not so much mentioned. Praised. Worshipped. He could get used to that.
And he played first chair violin. They had a chamber music string ensemble now, and he was first chair, which meant that he got the solos. And he was the only other person on stage besides the conductor who got a bow.
The music teachers loved him. The drama teacher loved him. They'd stop in the hall to talk to him when they passed, even Mrs Petrova, who was head of strings. Petrova was so infamously bad-tempered that one band rehearsal she reduced no less than six students to tears, including Euterpe, who rumour said hadn't even cried when her dog died.
Everyone thought he was doing so well, with his blond hair and his snake-skin shoes. He was a golden boy. Except he couldn't always get what he wanted. Sinope had rejected him outright, and started going out with his sister for gods' sake, and Daphne had transferred to another school...
...and sometimes, when he went to watch his sister compete in the track after school, he watched someone else. One of the discus-throwers. Was there a technical term for that? Apollo didn't know. He hadn't made any move yet, because. Well. He was the school's golden boy. And he was fucked if he was going to risk his reputation over some boy.
And that was my day!
[Edit: OOH! Forgot! Discovered sister did not know "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost, and had not heard of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", nor of Coleridge. This is very WRONG. Also, I spilled soup through my bag and had to put it into the washing machine. And by doing so found the final of the 2022 pieces I'd written - this one in Short Story class, and though it is flash fiction, it is not a drabble.]
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Date: 2004-12-08 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-08 04:59 am (UTC)Discovered sister did not know "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost, and had not heard of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", nor of Coleridge. This is very WRONG.
Tssk. The youth of today.
*envies your park day adventure*
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Date: 2004-12-08 05:17 am (UTC)Aw. Of course, it would have been much improved by your presence. ;) And some day when you are here (or I am there) we shall have another!
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Date: 2004-12-08 05:31 am (UTC)Indeed! We have gardens here, so wither way, when one of us finds themselves in the other's state, we shall have a park day meeting! With drawing and literature and music and things!
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Date: 2004-12-09 02:38 am (UTC)I'm thinking about writing one for Dionysus.
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Date: 2004-12-09 02:46 am (UTC)Apollo slash please!!!
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