March 7th, 2004

Photo - leaves

whoa...

i was just adding more AIM files and descriptions to the list for katie (i'm on 35 out of about 130...), and it reminded me of the zen room.  that was how we met.  that was, in fact, how i met most of my early online people, some of whom i still talk to, some of whom i don't, but all of whom i remember with fondness.

i really miss the zen room.  it was no ordinary chatroom.  it was practically a real place; the people there were friendly (with the exception of a few) and friend groups formed.  everyone tackle-hugged when someone entered.  i remember well the day i cleaned out the zen fridge; that was the day i met traci, in fact...  there was a pool, which lord riff raff threw me into; with him, i discovered a hole beneath the big armchair that led to the nez, an alternate, upside-down universe.  there was a bar.  and a jukebox.  and i spent many a night in there, whiling away the hours in craziness.

of course, after it died, we all resorted to AIM instead.  and now it's back, but it's not the same...

anyway, most of the conversations i'm writing up for katie are about us writing "identity", the collaboration fic we did.  and i'd also sent her my first voyager fic, "lifeform", which i remembered as being hideous at the time, so i re-read it, and realised that, yes, it's still hideous now, even after lots of tweaking.

and then, on a whim, i thought i'd re-read my frasier fic (the same one i sent to frightened for her birthday so many years ago, because that, at least, was of a better quality, being written entirely by listening to the voices.

so i opened it up as it is on my website, before deciding it'd be easier to read the actual file, and as i closed it...

wow.  have you ever been struck by a wave of nostalgia so intense it actually knocks you back?  it was just the memory of a feeling, the remembrance of the mornings spent writing it, the episode that inspired it, the beginning of a new obsession... the days of freeserve and hour-at-a-time internet access, and emails through outlook that actually worked...

half a second later, it was gone.  but it was strong enough that i felt the need to write about it in my livejournal...

addendum whilst reading: still getting nostalgic waves. only now i just found this amusing sidenote in my 'stage directions' :"Lorna, BREATHE, damnit! I don't want to kill you!" it being, of course, the angsty shippy scene that i still adore to this day. i think i might have to turn this fic into proper prose one of these days, alongside "minh" (voyager bio-fic for my character) since i think my new, better writing style could do it justice, and the dialogue barely needs any altering... oh, i'll just add it to the WIP list... i didn't finish the damn sequel to it, either.
Photo - leaves

i will do work soon, honest...

gah, to the random artistic urges...  more silly buffyfic pictures.

this is the 'round window' that is labelled on the first floor plan; it's a sort of focal point of the building and is a key part of the beginning of chapter two, since dawn spends a while staring out of it when they're exploring...

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do work, damn you. no, eat, then do work.