hate those books with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns

[bedlamsbard]

Oh, yes, Meyer, set it in my state. Yay for Forks, I suppose, but god, I hate those books an enormous amount. Every time I think of them I want to get back to writing my high school urban/rural fantasy novel, which is also set in smalltown Washington -- on the east side of the mountains, also known as the SIDE WITHOUT RAIN.

There are no vampires in that town, by the way. My main character is the teenage scion of a British magical family who runs a paranormal genetic engineering company in Seattle. His best friend is a boy next door type. Other characters include the six-fingered Seer, the immortal ancient Greek hero who got deaged down to a baby about eighteen years back by his deranged ex-wife and doesn't actually remember this fact, the other scion of a different British magical family, the crazy ghosts (okay, I lied, one of them got killed by a vampire; I'd forgotten), the pair of identical twins named (god help us) Fury and Grace d'Alessandro, and I believe there's a werewolf somewhere.

Oh, yes, and almost all the high school characters are in the band, because did I mention I came up with this in high school? So much more awesome than Twilight. Although. A little bit like Buffy, in some ways.

Comments

[zempasuchil.livejournal.com]

Oh god, "how do you live?" What don't they understand? It reminds me of that McCain quote they keep joking about, drawing the boundary between upper and middle class at 5 billion or whatever. Middle class, by the way, is always how I thought of myself until I went to UChicago, where most say they are middle class yet most families make about three times what my mom makes. I have no perspective on what wealthy and poor are.

I have a thing for fic exchanges. I usually am no good at story ideas, so I like it when I get to mess with other peoples'.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

It is so very, very bizarre. I mean, yeah, I thought I was, you know, normal or middle-class or whatnot, then I did summer programs at Stanford and Brown (paid for by my grandparents *sigh* and we wonder where I get the guilt complex from) and everybody is all, "Oh, my Ivy League prep school," "oh, my vacation in France. Why? For FUN," and, "oh, my brand new car."

I've done fic exchanges before, but hmmm.