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Not a good day for witty subjects.
Dec. 24th, 2009 12:30 pmOkay, I know nothing about this and therefore have no opinion. But there's someone on TV talking about some international custody issue and the semantics of it are creeping me out. The anchor keeps referring to "the mother" and "the Brazilian family" and "his father" and "his American family." Seriously creepy.
There are pieces of a story lurking below the cut, in which Adam dies and Kris tries to finish his album only ghost!Adam doesn't like that because the stress is hurting his relationship with Katy and sure the album was Adam's dream but it was his dream and Kris doesn't just get to walk into that, whatever good intentions he may have. (Lets pretend that sentence makes sense.)
I know I said I was going to finish this, but I'm really thinking that I said that just because I want to finish something and that's really not a good indication that the story was going anywhere. I have this bad habit of beating at stories until I've edited them into soulless husks. Someone once said that all stories are good stories but they aren't all yours to tell. This one, I guess, is not one of mine. (Funny, since that was kinda going to be the gist of the work. Oh, meta.)
I'm posting what I have of it because, well, I already wrote it. Why pretend I didn't? Maybe someone will get some enjoyment out what there is of it, at least.
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There are pieces of a story lurking below the cut, in which Adam dies and Kris tries to finish his album only ghost!Adam doesn't like that because the stress is hurting his relationship with Katy and sure the album was Adam's dream but it was his dream and Kris doesn't just get to walk into that, whatever good intentions he may have. (Lets pretend that sentence makes sense.)
I know I said I was going to finish this, but I'm really thinking that I said that just because I want to finish something and that's really not a good indication that the story was going anywhere. I have this bad habit of beating at stories until I've edited them into soulless husks. Someone once said that all stories are good stories but they aren't all yours to tell. This one, I guess, is not one of mine. (Funny, since that was kinda going to be the gist of the work. Oh, meta.)
I'm posting what I have of it because, well, I already wrote it. Why pretend I didn't? Maybe someone will get some enjoyment out what there is of it, at least.
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