You can stop asking

So, I had this nice little nostalgic post on RRs, that had some vague point and was good.

And the fuckers in LJ-land ate it.

I may try reconstructing later, but I could scream right now.

Instead, I shall make note of some of the papers I've come across. One, is a story by Twiller, it's a Quake Log, and it's utterly brilliant. *pokes Twiller* Write, damn you.

Second, is a letter. It's from Alicia Mc to a certain... 'disturbance maker' on OTL. Keeping in mind this is 1998, who is it? Many out there are probably automatically thinking it's Nute.

It's not.

For a moment, I'm going to sit here feeling all strange. See, these printouts are from 1998. December, so, four and a half years ago... Suddenly, I feel old. Very old.

In four and a half years, I've grown older, possibly wiser. Certainly more cynical. In some ways I'm more jaded than ever. In others... Best to leave that thought till later, I guess. I don't miss 1998. There was a lot of happiness then, but there was also a lot of frustration and anger.

Amusingly, I've had to eat my words of back then. I thought everyone should be happy and friendly, and that cliques were Bad. People can't be made to be happy.

And not everyone will get along.

We can be civil, however. Or the Sybil. But that's SoI.

(sidenote: Tappy, darlin', you really have a thing for making cute guys. Gil and Finn in the same panel... Be still mah heart)

Back to the letter. It was to Skyrocket, who appears to have dropped off the face of the earth. And who once was a complete and utter twat on OTL.

Kind of strange, really. There's nowhere near as much controversy nowadays.

I think I miss it.

photographs on bedposts

I can't reconstruct my RR post. Sad, that. I can, however, make a new one.

To begin with, I was recently reminded of an RR I participated in on Alt.drwho.creative (ADWC) three years ago. In it, I wandered in, didn't do a hell of a lot, and actually forgot to ever read the end of it. Probably due to being burnt out on RRs at the time.

So, being reminded, I wandered to the website to look it up, and discovered something. I'd been edited out. They called it out-takes, and there were other posts there as well.

But. I don't think there's *ever* been a time when I was edited from a RR (I've been retconned, I've changed my own backstory, and I've generally been ignored. But edited out as if it hadn't happened? New to me).

It was... a blow to my ego, I guess. And reading my posts (all.. two of them), I was reminded that I'm not always brilliant.

To remind myself that I can, on occasion, be brilliant, I went and reread some Subreality stuff and the AoA RR. Surprisingly, I realised that Bev and I make a kick-ass team writing-wise.

And I will always be amused at creating Marrissa Lebeau Picard. *pats* I should use her somewhere. Maybe give her a one-shot fic or something.

Tales From the Age of Apocabyss... Yeah, I can see that one getting abused.

I then proceeded to a few others, suddenly interested to find the RR where IceWing and I sat around being snide and drinking (it was so hard for us. Truly). I got side-tracked into rereading the Closet RR.

And re-discovered my penchant for gloriously obtuse tapestries. Reading my solution wasn't bad, but there was a lot left to be taken care of. Looking back, I'd like to re-write it, try to do something with the keys, with the lock Dex found....

Yet, if I had, we wouldn't have had the sequel RR: The **** Just Hit the Fan, which is, to my mind, one of my crowning achievements in being rude.

I got to hit Hush, see. And, dude, reading it is almost as much fun as writing it originally was. Even if the first intention was to kill the ..brat. IceWing and I spend a good portion of that RR mocking everyone and doing *nothing*. It's beautiful.

And then I get to the end.

And.... Dude. *eyes Rossi and Sparrow* You two suck, man.

But what brought this post on (other than that LJ ate the other one) is that I *miss* writing in round robins. I miss the frustration, the amusement, the sheer mockery that occurs along with the silliness, the sometimes incredible writing, and the ends. Or the beginnings.

The end is the beginning is the end, as Acetal once wrote.

Sadly, I have become what I once mocked. I'm picky, elitist, and have a small list of people I trust in an RR (about... 20 or so).

I also need a beta reader for RR posts. And time.

And... an idea that hasn't been smashed into the ground ten thousand times.