I felt ridiculously smug with last week's update. Not only did I add one of the best stories I've recently written, but I also felt like I scribbled down a particularly amusing journal entry while existing in seven different dimensions simultaneously. And then R intervened with 'how wasted were you when you wrote this?' and ruined my deluded sense of achievement. Don't do drugs kids, you'll only have the best sex of your life and be under the impression you can write coherent website updates. It'll end in tragedy, trust me.
The worst thing I'm on this weekend is white flour (JUST SHOOT IT IN MY VEINS!) so this update should be a little more structured, but might lack some of the tastelessness of last week's. Boo! Benway Bunnies is officially a drug-free zone now, at least until I want to hear some 'Japanese cyborg music' again (shut up, it made sense at the time) and feel the need to time travel (OH NO, MY SISTER'S HEAD HAS DISAPPEARED FROM THE PICTURE - GOOD RIDDANCE!).
I can also proudly announce that I got NO WORK DONE THIS WEEK! Hooray! And, better yet, I spent the weekend eating PIZZA and CHOCOLATE CAKE for breakfast! Double hooray! I could almost deal with needing an entire fucking week to recover from 'FRANK'S MAGIC ACID PARTY' (don't ask, it made sense to R) if it weren't for the fact that it feels like I ate a bag of motherfucking glass. Christ, so much for 'structured'. Where was I supposed to be going with this again? Oh, right...
When I was in dire need of inspiration a few months ago I gave members of the notifylist an opportunity to suggest characters they'd like to see more of. I promised that I'd prioritise the first ten responses I received provided they weren't repeats (some characters just stand out more than others) and that the choices seemed at least a LITTLE thought out (no better way to impress me than show some inherent knowledge of virtually unknown characters!).
The characters the readers picked pleasantly surprised me. I knew that Charlie, Iona, and Valda would be popular choices (and they were), but I wasn't expecting anyone to mention less known characters like Ottavia, Mert, or Nastasia. I mean, I DID suggest that I'd be insanely happy if readers requested girls no one's really heard/read of, but they weren't obligated to follow through on the less than subliminal message.
Someone said 'what about a ballerina?'. And, in response, I blinked and said 'dude, I HAVE one of those!' (with 60+ characters you inevitably forget about one or two). So Nastasia, winner of the coveted Miss Confrontational title for two millennia running (the 20th and 21st!), was apprehensively added to the growing list (a deal's a deal, right?).
Nastasia's one of those characters that gets lost along the way. I wrote her first story, Ballet, years ago. Afterwards she made a brief appearance in the story Rebecca, and then managed to secure another story (One Drink) a year or two later. While she's definitely one of my OLDER characters, she isn't as 'complete' as some of the others and has a tendency to get eclipsed by Aspasia.
I'd like to gently (BUT FIRMLY) point out that despite their apparent similarities, they both have two totally different personalities. No, I'm not going to sit here and hold you hand while I list every difference that should be obvious. Yes, you CAN read their stories and come to the conclusion YOURSELF. I think my reluctance to work with her could be halved if I was absolutely sure that people COULD successfully see them as two separate characters, so START SEEING!
Sex is Sex is Nastasia's third story - and the winner of the most misleading title in the history of fiction (hooray!)! It was written in one agonising morning ('OH GOD, READERS ARE JUST GOING TO THINK THIS IS ASPASIA WITH A RUSSIAN ACCENT!') where my non-existent love for writing sunk to a new low. I didn't get into writing it as much as I'd have liked, but I don't feel particularly bad about it.
Sex is Sex was written when I worked for seven consecutive days, so, realistically, I was expecting one or two 'average' stories. I suppose I COULD beat myself up for not writing a billion amazing stories in a row, but it's hard to complain when A) you're really fucking exhausted and want to throw up when even thinking about Word and B) you've written some of your best material BEFORE and AFTER one so-so story. Of course there's always a chance that I'm just being hard on myself, but that excuse doesn't really appeal to my pessimistic nature / evil genius status.
To read Miss Confrontation's newest story, Sex is Sex, click here. If you'd rather draw out being KOed by ballet's most aggressive prima donna instead, simply pirouette towards the Misc. Sexy Girls link in Fiction. You'll find Nastasia's latest adventure under the 2005 header. Be careful, she's got a nasty temper and an inferiority complex that manifests in biting people's ears off ('LOL, SHE'S JUST LIKE ASPASIA, LOL!').
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