second draft || [written]

[kayeaton]

All right, I've got to know: Are there any publishing outfits here? In a town this size, the chances seem slim, but for all I know, there's a paper no one's mentioned to me. I've got a story or two started, and if I could see them in print, I wouldn't mind dropping my asking price to zero cents a word. It won't hurt them to sit in handwritten piles in my apartment, of course, but stories are always better when they're shared.

It's strange to think that it's May here. It was November back in Manhattan, and that meant a lot of gray skies and windy days, and some rainy ones. Thanksgiving was coming up; between Julius and I, a whole turkey is a waste of a bird, but we were going to have something nice for dinner nonetheless. And in the meanwhile, it would have been a whole lot of pounding on typewriters and talking, no doubt.

At least I left near the start of the month. Just in case time here doesn't run faster than every other world's time, he's got a few weeks to plan out a story or two about the drunken scientist or the mutant hillbillies, and from there...well, ideally, he'd show up here one of these days, too. And if not, he's written plenty on his own before; he's not about to starve to death just because I'm not there to do my share.

I do miss him, though.

((OOC: And just in case you're curious, when she says drunken scientist and mutant hillbillies, she is, uh. Completely serious.))

Comments

[all7seas]

You and your Julius could not have then skeletonized this turkey between you?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

It'd mean a full week of eating leftover turkey. There's very little food in this world good enough to eat every day for a week, and turkey's not on the list.

[all7seas]

....Sandwiches?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Turkey sandwiches, turkey soup, turkey ala king — no matter what you do with it, it's still a week of turkey.

[voice.]

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

What're these stories about, then?

[voice.]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

The ones I've been working on, or the ones Julius writes? The drunken scientist stories are pretty self-explanatory.

[voice.]

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

Suppose so. I mean the ones that you ain't finished yet.

[voice.]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Those ones. Well.

[Pause for consideration. Kay's not used to talking about stories with people she doesn't know very well.]

One's about a hunter who's cursed for shooting a deer he shouldn't have. The other is about a woman defending her planet from invaders, mostly.

[Voice - Filtered from Buffy - 10% unhackable]

[consultmybooks]

...you write stories, miss?

[Voice - Filtered from Buffy - 10% unhackable]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Weird tales of all kinds. Why do you ask?

Re: [Voice - Filtered from Buffy - 10% unhackable]

[consultmybooks]

...I was trying to write a story, actually.

It's not going well.

[Voice - Filtered from Buffy - 10% unhackable]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Well, what's it about? Sometimes it helps to talk it out.

I'm Kay Eaton, by the way. It's always nice to meet another writer.

[voice]

[simplestgift]

You've heard there's no currency here, haven't you?

[voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I have.

[voice]

[simplestgift]

I see. Well, time here passes differently. When you go back, your husband won't even know you left.

[voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

So I've read...but how can I be sure anyone here comes from quite the same world as I do? It's probably unlikely that time where I'm from runs at the same speed as time here, but on the very off chance he's spent the past week and a half wondering where I've gone--well, at least I haven't left him with a half-finished manuscript.

[voice]

[godbent]

My SOS-Brigade has a photo-copy machine that you could print stuff out on, assuming you find a means to type it out in the first place.

...Or hand-write, I guess.

[voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Oh, how I long for an Underwood. But a ditto machine would work in a pinch.

Haven't heard of the SOS-Brigade before. What is it?

[voice]

[godbent]

The Spreading Excitement All Over the World with Haruhi Suzumiya Brigade. SOS-Brigade for short. We're in the guide.

[Voice]

[youkai-buster.livejournal.com]

You're a writer too? I don't actually miss having a publisher here though... [he never makes his deadlines... his editor has to come after him literally] Plus there is no money here, you know.

[Voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

[The reply is incredibly wry; why everyone's hung up on the issue of money, Kay's not sure.] If I was publishing for the money, I'd've stopped years ago.

So what do you write?

[Voice]

[youkai-buster.livejournal.com]

Well, you need mention money... [and anyway he likes money a lot as that's what he zone in on]

Me? Well, mostly folklore. I collect and research them. And you?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[A sad and distant tone. He might just be talking to himself.]

... Manhattan?

[Voice]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Do you call it home, too?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[He jumps a little when someone answers. He really was lost, for a minute there.]

I... used to.