picked a handful of violets in my name

I'm back. I really kind of want to do it all again.

I'm not sure I can explain what it was like. Not just the shows, the entire adventure. I never thought I could do it - too many strangers, not enough creature comforts, too much effort.

I don't know if I can muster any kind of "report." I got all the !!!!!!! out with the people around me. I saw some great shows and met some amazing people. The end.

♥

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.

Have been rooting through my old notebooks and papers.

So far, I have found:
• probably the most detailed notes still in existence on the fanfic which eventually spawned Auriel (man I wish I had saved those files)
• a lot of awful poetry (and a few salvageable lines)
• old sketchbooks with shitty calligraphy and better art than I would've expected
• notes from the earliest concepts of a set-in-this-world novel I wanted to write (characters have since been absorbed into Auriel)
• three drafts of the first few pages of the Smallville fic I started during the, like, five minutes I was in that fandom (complete with Mary Sue who was a novelist, haha, and a model too WTF?)
• some of the earliest maps of Auriel

Now the papers I mailed home need to get here. >,< That box of stuff contains awesome/awesomely bad stuff from Auriel's early days. Maybe I will scan some of this stuff, just for lulz.