Well, I'm in craptown.
A few days ago, I faced the realization that I am, indeed, a nerd. Now, I figure, I might as well make the best of it.
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Last night, I began writing a fan fiction. There, that's all the confirmation you need to agree whole-heartedly with the above statement.
The fan-fiction is called "The Precipice", and it's a series which involves many original characters (including the main character), the Fringe multi-verse, the Lost universe, and a completely freaky, semi-non-existant world that is... well, trippy.
The story is about an original character, Kirk Ambrose, who lives in the Fringe multi-verse, working with the Boston-branch of the FBI. To make an incredibly long story short, Kirk passed out during a field mission (with his partner/lover, Olivia Dunham, the chick from Fringe), and he woke up, with complete memory loss. He started having flashes of memories that could never have happened, though they eventually stopped, and he started having these crazy, interactive dreams/puzzles. One day, he falls asleep in his apartment in Boston, finishes the puzzle for the first time, and wakes up on "the island".
Not to give away too much of the story (because EVERYONE will want to read this one, oh yeah), but it gets very... crossover-y. There are points where the reader would feel like they're reading a transcript of Fringe, then Lost, then some kind of jumbled hell-child between the two, then a nearly-entirely original part.
It's not because the story is bad that I'm upset this time, it's that it's a fan-fiction. I mean, I feel like hanging a big "I go to conventions" sign around my neck. The weird part is that I actually feel pretty happy when I'm writing. It's when I'm NOT writing, that is when I start getting the thoughts. "Oh, god, I'm not actually doing this! I should be doing something much more important with my time! Why am I not writing a REAL book, or a REAL TV script, and making money?" That sort of thing.
*: No monkey. Not after the last time I included a monkey in my act... I still have the scars.