I haven't written anything original in a super long time, and then today, I was just still so pissed off about this weekend that I wrote this. And, I really like it, and I hope y'all do too. I'm posting it here and leaving it unlocked for a few days before I move it to my original fiction journal because a bunch of you expressed interest in my original stuff. So let me know what you think. And yes, there's a whole boyband metaphor here, because well. STFU, I like it.

Life is Like a Boyband, and Then You Die Sad and Alone

Original Fiction
This is a work of fiction. Most of it probably didn't happen, or at the very least, I will disclaim it in a court of law.
Do not reproduce, archive, or repost this, or I will be forced to murder you in your sleep. Because I'm nice that way.

( He looks like Nick Carter on a good day, only Nick Carter now, not then—not like, twink Nick Carter from the 'Quit Playing Games with My Heart' video, which always made me feel like a total pervert even when it first came out and he and I were the same age. More like Nick from 'Everybody,' only, you know, not dressed like a mummy, or dancing, or trapped in a haunted house with four of his friends who have also inexplicably been transformed into monsters. )


So now for the personal questions. How did you lose your virginity (if you did)? How does that effect your relationships now? What about your writing? Does your first time color the way you write sex scenes? Do we, as a culture, place too much importance on losing your virginity and sex in general, especially for girls? And how did that translate for you personally, ie, did you feel pressure to wait, to get rid of it, to make it that perfect moment?

Okay, I'll stop trying to dig into your personal psyches now. I know I definitely feel better now.

For those of you who don't know, it's South by Southwest time here in Austin. SXSW is basically a big music and film festival held every year here in Austin, the live music capital of the world. I've been to SXSW before, when I would visit Matt over spring break, which always seemed to fall during SXSW, and we'd go to free shows and it was fun and all, but Matt lived up North and he wasn't much of a partier, so this is my first year of seeing the real SXSW--the daytime house parties, downtown in all its crazy, giant crowds of people glory. There are some great shows this week that I can't really go to (too late at night, no wrist band) but I got to hear some pretty awesome music at a house party yesterday and there will possibly be more later. Anyway, I'm writing a short story about Austin, and this is a little exerpt on SXSW, so enjoy!

South by Southwest: A Short Essay

( There are three seasons in Austin—ACL, football, and south by southwest. Austin City Limits sucks because the city is flooded with gillions of tourists packing in for two days of overpriced music in the baking hot sun, and Chuy's stops serving free nacho bar during happy hour because all the fest-goers eat everything. Margaritas are still cheap but it's impossible to get down Barton Springs with all the tourists spilling out into the street, not to mention the crazy pedicab drivers who seem to think that pulling people around in a carriage on their bikes makes them eligible to take over the entire fucking street. )

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In other news, I've finished Season 1 of The O.C. Seth and Ryan are totally gay for each other. Their gayness is ridiculous. I also started watching Supernatural and I have to say... Jensen Ackles is really fucking hot. Ridiculously so. And Jared looks way better than he did on Gilmore Girls. He's grown into himself a little, he's not so skinny-gawky anymore. AND I don't hate the character, although I have to say that Jensen being called 'Dean' is really confusing to me after so many years watching Gilmore Girls.

I wish I could go home. I am so tired. Blah.

Alright, so here's the thing. While I was in exile in Ohio playing nursemaid and dutiful daughter, I managed to write the prologue to a novel. A novel about a werewolf detective. lecksee will know what I'm talking about. The idea started out as a joke in an AIM conversation--wouldn't it be funny to write a novel about a detective who gets turned into a werewolf, and there's a lovely female cop involved who's on the case of a serial killer, who also happens to be the guy the werewolf is after because of course, the killer is actually the werewolf? And possible there would be other were-things: weretigers, werecats, weresheep. And possibly witches and pixies. But no vampires, those are obviously fake.

Anyway, so it started as a joke. But then I actually started to write it. And I need to know--should I really spend my time writing this? Is it worth continuing? Let me know in the comments please, just a simple yes or no will suffice, you needn't leave me glowing praise for being a fucking kick ass genius or anything.

( Sam Briggs, PI: Prologue )

Title: The Race
Author: Andrea Golden
Summary: People like to say they’re sorry, they’ve been telling me since the night it happened, as if his dying is somehow their fault and apologizing would cure everything. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it isn’t this--him dropping his cases to the red dirt of the drive, grinning at me and saying, “Goddamn, Jolene. I can’t believe you ain’t grown nary an inch this entire year.”
Comments: Thanks to anasuede and ladyblack888 for beta-ing this for me! This story is for danxsunday, who wanted me to write him something for Christmas. Well Dan, I know I told you I couldn't think of anything good to write, but this sort of knocked me over the head the other day and just came out. I hope you like it. It's not as good as last year's, but I don't think I could ever beat that. I can't say I really know what it means exactly, but I get it, and I think you will too. I love you. Have a happy Christmas!

( Look Jo. It ain’t like that and you know it. ‘Sides, you really want to be with a man called ‘Spenser’? Did you actually call him that in bed, because come on. Spenser? Name like that is just asking for your child to be gay. )