Fanfiction

[kiyakotari]

So I'm in a novel class (a novel workshop, actually, where we each have to complete - by the end of the quarter - the first 30 pages of a novel, a rough outline of the novel, and a full 'agent' packet for submission to agents/editors [including hi line, log line, multiple synopsi, etc]) and I was one of the first people to submit. I decided to use Division by Zero, which is kind of the prequel/brother novel to The Machiavelli Protocol, and features Darryl, Talon, Abigail, and other various characters.

In the class, we received an assignment: Identify a 'secondary' character in something you've read or written, identify their prime characteristics, then write something that shows them displaying the opposite of one of those characteristics.

And several people wrote about Abigail!

One of them, Megan N, was kind enough to let me have a copy of her little drabble, and gave me permission to do whatever I want with it. It's actually amazingly in-character for Abigail, which is great.


Character: Abigail from Division by Zero
She wants Darryl to be free and functioning. Her most defining characteristics are concern and organization.

Author: Megan N, ENG 456

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Champagne bubbles always reminded Abigail of swank hotel bathrooms. Not just the bubble bath that sometimes accompanied a glass, although those were in there, but she was thinking more of the shower walls at the Zenful, with their transparent glass and steady stream of bubbles - the size of figs - rising up from the floor to disappear into the ceiling. Only semi-effective at their task of shielding the bather, but what an aesthetic...! They were hypnotic, like firelight.

Darryl raised his slim champagne flute and as hers met it, the soft 'clink' didn't pass the confines of their table. Glass pressed against glass, Abigail said, "To safe returns, investment or otherwise."

Darryl gave an appreciative smile and they both drank - he in a measured sip and she in a slow, savoring mouthful. He never relaxed, not even when the job was a week over. Abigail knew he'd have a sip or two more - enough to be companionable - and nothing more. She knew he'd be there for her if the evening went as far as tequila shots. Sometimes these post-job celebrations bled over into the next day. Being close to death always made you thirst for life a little bit more, Abigail thought.

She ran her tongue along her lower lip, her red lipstick glistening from the champagne. Her gaze wandered past Darryl to the rearview of one of the young men who made up the visually stimulating waitstaff at the Bistro Astro. She couldn't help admiring how he filled out his black pants.

"Oh, Sorry, Darryl. You were saying?"

Comments

[saintsavin.livejournal.com]

That's awesome AND it made me giggle XD. Conga-rats on your first fanfiction!

the first 30 pages of a novel, a rough outline of the novel, and a full 'agent' packet for submission to agents/editors [including hi line, log line, multiple synopsi, etc])

Wow, that's more than the novel class at my college supposedly required (never took it). You're fast :D.

[kiyakotari.livejournal.com]

Amusingly enough, it's not my first. A couple other people have done similar things before, and greenjudy actually wrote a little thing from Jian's point of view that was just...perfect. We ended up doing a mini-round robin with it, for just a few rounds. In fact, that was the inspiration for the idea of the informal ritual that was being followed/observed in that drabble I did a while back called A Silver Pin-Head Vast.

[kiyakotari.livejournal.com]

And yes, the novel class I'm taking is pretty fuckin' spiffy. I think it's because the professor is both a novelist AND a publisher (she runs a small local press).