Of course, the rest of it was spent on the PC. ;)
I've spent most of the weekend indulging unashamedly in Sunset Boulevard fandom, basically - re-reading old fic, e-mail tennises with sweeterthing and Jenny (from Georgia) about SB fic and introspection, and chatting to Eni on YIM after scanning the old UK tour brochure. Which reminds me, I must scan the APR libretto pictures, too.
Sunday was mostly spent working on my new layout, which I'm still not entirely happy with... haven't even attempted to code it yet. I was going to use the 'Expressive' layout but the CSS looks really bloody complicated, and I'm somewhat out of practice, but I think I can achieve the same effect using 'Bloggish' - i.e. a background and a header banner. I have the background sorted, but need to work on the banner. As ever, these things look so much more impressive in my head, and would be a lot easier if I could draw. My Google image hunt was less than fruitful, to say the least, though I did have a second option for the picture that I might try... :P
As a result of re-reading the e-mail tennises with Jenny, I was randomly reinspired last night to make a start on our SB / Breakfast at Tiffany's crossover, the
I believe the idea came about when I happened to watch BaT one Sunday at my dad's house, whilst I was still deeply embroiled within the SB madness the first time around and hence my brain was incapable of not relating everything back to it. Perhaps that's why I decided Paul Varjak reminded me inexplicably of Joe Gillis, and perhaps that's why, when Holly wants to call him Fred, this little voice popped into my head saying "Well, it doesn't matter, I'm not even really called Paul Varjak". And then I thought, what if Joe had gone to New York, changed his name, and tried to become a writer again. Not helped at all by various other bizarre coincidences along the way, and the fact that Varjak is such a strange surname: more so even than being a pen name.
And of course, I mentioned this to Jenny, and we started to wonder why on earth he would move so far from Hollywood in the first place. And hence, "Sunset at Tiffany's" was born. We decided to set in in a post-SB timeline in which Joe did not die and he and Norma had made amends, and after much brainstorming decided that the most plausible beginning would be that she sent him away for his own good, so he goes as far away as possible - the other side of the country. Aside from the opening and the ending/s, the entire thing would be the plot of BaT, as told through Joe writing to Norma. It also would involve some messing with timelines, but that's the fun part of artistic licence... :P
I have the four endings written down in my LJ somewhere; I think at least three of them involved driving Joe slowly mad. There was one in which Norma died; two where she crashes his wedding to Holly (with two different endings - Paul/Holly or Joe/Norma, as by this point he's kind of become two people...); and another I can't remember off the top of my head. I think she just turned up on his doorstep in one of them, after Holly (or Lula-Mae) had gone off to marry Doc. I'd bagsied the Norma-dying ending because there was massive potential for angst, and because I enjoy torturing Joe. Dunno why, it's just fun. Besides which, that was the one where his brain was going to turn inside out, and I wanted to explore what it would take to get him to the point we'd envisaged. I shan't say more, because it will ruin it should I ever write it...
Er, yeah. It helps if you've seen BaT, I think, to know who the other characters are. It was getting to the point of being ridiculously complicated, especially when we decided to bring Artie and Betty into the mix as the voices of reason. Possibly I need to sit down and force some extra plot out of the thing aside from the obvious, but as a basic idea, it works.
The actual commencement of writing it got shunted to one side, due to having to write my dissertation (the idea is that old!) and then not being able to write anything at all, and also Buffy killing off my SB-muses. Which was really an awful shame, because the idea is frelling brilliant.
Anyway, yesterday I happened to re-read the e-mails in which we were discussing the event which would kick off this adventure, and it's such an exciting prospect that I actually bloody well started it last night!
I have no right to be starting a new story - especially such an epic project as this - when my X-Files ("Arcadia") fic is semi-started, as well as my latest SB standalone / filler story, but god damn, the words just flew last night. I went to bed around midnight and then sat up until 1.00am writing the blasted opening, because it would not leave me alone. And then lay awake a further hour trying to get to sleep, even though my eyes had started to hurt, because the voices wouldn't shut up.
Seems to be something about this time of year; this time last year I was in a writing flurry as well, except that was for Ugly Betty. Hopefully this time it'll last beyond May, and also hopefully Channel Four will deign to give us a new bloody series soon so I can finish my story (horrendously uninpsired for that at present).
So, I'm understandably tired today, but it's... sort of worth it, really.
I absolutely cannot find words to express how glad I am that I got to see the London production of Sunset. It is a fandom that is very high on the list of favourites, and I can't believe I fell out of it. I felt so ALIVE on 28th February; I've not enjoyed a show like that since... I can't remember. The Woman in White, probably, as after that point things started to go downhill. Before seeing SB again I was almost about to give up on writing completely (as a result of too many issues to mention), but it has reinspired me to the point of absolute ridiculousness - for fanfic, for icons, for thought-provoking discussion, for general creativity. I can't explain why, and I don't want to analyse it. There's just something about the story which has always captured my imagination and never let go, and somehow, I'd forgotten that.
Still, though, it's tinged with a hint of nostalgic sadness that I can't share the newly-rekindled joy with those who were there for its inception, particularly sweeterthing. I mean, it's been too many worlds of awesome to be able to share it with Eni (and Paul, though to a much less *ahem* squeeful extent), but it's the kind of fandom which makes me want to jump up and down and scream about it to people who are willing to listen, and there aren't many of us left. I don't even know if Jenny's still around online; I emailed her last night, but it's been a while since we were last in contact. Eve has found new, more interesting fandoms and rushed on ahead of me in terms of actually managing to watch stuff, and I have no idea what Sweet's doing these days. Serves me right for being rubbish at contacting people, really, and being so swamped under the mire of Real Life that fandom got brushed aside. It's just... *sigh* Back then my understanding of the fandom was not as great as it is now, and I want to share all the new thoughts and theories with Sweet, especially, because she saw it all first hand the first time around and... maybe I want her to be proud of me? That sounds so completely dumb, but she's my 'grown up' friend and part of me still clamours for approval.
I am pathetic, I know.
I don't know if this makes any sense. SB is a tiny, tiny fandom, all things considered, and I don't want it to dwindle into nothingness. I don't want to expend all this hyperactive energy into this beautiful thing, only for it to die from lack of interest. I'm terrible for grapsing at the past as it drifts through my fingers like sand, but SB is such an exciting thing, and a thing which brought me close to people who are now less around than they used to be. It's nobody's fault; people drift apart. I'm still cursed by some bitterness over a Certain Issue and perhaps that doesn't help at all, but it doesn't make the rift any less painful.
Meh. Sorry, this started out as a positive post. In any case, many many thanks to Eni for putting up with my inane messenger ramblings of late...
Anyway, in other news, this month is horrendous for birthdays and events, including Mother's Day. And then in April its our anniversary (four years!), and hopefully after that I should have some money. I say this every year, of course. One year it might be true. :P
Right. It is now lunchtime, so I shall post this and have my sandwich.