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Jul. 1st, 2010
11. Who is your favorite character to write? Least favorite?
I had to think about this one for all of yesterday (favorites questions are basically my least favorite. . .) But in the end, I think my favorite character to write is Maia from Stealing Time-- devoted to her cause, brave to the point of being foolhardy, perverted sense of humor, and a deep-down romantic even if she'd never admit as much. She's great to write for.
Least favorite would be a tie between Kr'Enza from the Karavan series and Jeryl from Stealing Time. I think (hope) I've done enough research into rapists/abusers to get the characters down realistically, but it's still getting into a really creepy headspace.
I had to think about this one for all of yesterday (favorites questions are basically my least favorite. . .) But in the end, I think my favorite character to write is Maia from Stealing Time-- devoted to her cause, brave to the point of being foolhardy, perverted sense of humor, and a deep-down romantic even if she'd never admit as much. She's great to write for.
Least favorite would be a tie between Kr'Enza from the Karavan series and Jeryl from Stealing Time. I think (hope) I've done enough research into rapists/abusers to get the characters down realistically, but it's still getting into a really creepy headspace.
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Jul. 1st, 2010 11:02 amWe knew each other through the theater for several years before we started dating.
I knew I was interested in him for a couple of weeks before I tried to say anything about it. First I wanted absolute confirmation that being interested was a good idea (because if it's one thing I excel at, it's second-guessing myself). ;-) That confirmation came when a fellow cast member got upset with a guy for doing something irritating. While I wasn't exactly sure what to say, for the next hour or so Chris helped her talk through it, and I knew.
Which left the problem of how to tell him. The end of the play was nearing, and that meant I wouldn't be seeing him again until auditions for the next one, about four months away. Cue a mild panic that ended with me drinking just a bit too much at a cast party on the assumption that if I was plastered, I wouldn't be able to get nervous. I also wouldn't be able to remember 3/4 of the evening, but hey.
He drove me home, and after we pulled into the driveway he kissed me. Which caused another panic, because now that my grand scheme had apparently worked I had no idea what was supposed to come afterward (I think most of my emails to Kath around this time consisted of "eek help what do I do about the fact that I don't know what to do"). The next day I went to the theater for the last show, and Chris apologized for the kiss, told me that since I'd still been pretty drunk that he shouldn't have done that. I told him not to worry about it, and went backstage to put on my makeup and fret some more.
After the show ended, he started coming by the donut shop of a morning and we'd talk. Then he came by the house at close to 8:00 to ask if I wanted to take a drive. I was already in my pajamas, having settled in for the night to write, so I got dressed and headed out. He told me that he wasn't interested in seeing anyone else, and wanted to know if I felt the same way. I did.
After a little while I started spending the weekends, and then part of the week, at his house. I'd still bring my laundry home to help keep up appearances (my parents didn't care, but grandma did). And one day as I was carrying a bag of clothes out to the car, I turned when he said my name and saw him down on one knee holding a ring.
Our engagement lasted a little over a year (needed a summer wedding because that was when most everyone we wanted in it would be off from work, and since we weren't about to try planning a wedding in a month, next year it was).
We got married five years ago today.
I knew I was interested in him for a couple of weeks before I tried to say anything about it. First I wanted absolute confirmation that being interested was a good idea (because if it's one thing I excel at, it's second-guessing myself). ;-) That confirmation came when a fellow cast member got upset with a guy for doing something irritating. While I wasn't exactly sure what to say, for the next hour or so Chris helped her talk through it, and I knew.
Which left the problem of how to tell him. The end of the play was nearing, and that meant I wouldn't be seeing him again until auditions for the next one, about four months away. Cue a mild panic that ended with me drinking just a bit too much at a cast party on the assumption that if I was plastered, I wouldn't be able to get nervous. I also wouldn't be able to remember 3/4 of the evening, but hey.
He drove me home, and after we pulled into the driveway he kissed me. Which caused another panic, because now that my grand scheme had apparently worked I had no idea what was supposed to come afterward (I think most of my emails to Kath around this time consisted of "eek help what do I do about the fact that I don't know what to do"). The next day I went to the theater for the last show, and Chris apologized for the kiss, told me that since I'd still been pretty drunk that he shouldn't have done that. I told him not to worry about it, and went backstage to put on my makeup and fret some more.
After the show ended, he started coming by the donut shop of a morning and we'd talk. Then he came by the house at close to 8:00 to ask if I wanted to take a drive. I was already in my pajamas, having settled in for the night to write, so I got dressed and headed out. He told me that he wasn't interested in seeing anyone else, and wanted to know if I felt the same way. I did.
After a little while I started spending the weekends, and then part of the week, at his house. I'd still bring my laundry home to help keep up appearances (my parents didn't care, but grandma did). And one day as I was carrying a bag of clothes out to the car, I turned when he said my name and saw him down on one knee holding a ring.
Our engagement lasted a little over a year (needed a summer wedding because that was when most everyone we wanted in it would be off from work, and since we weren't about to try planning a wedding in a month, next year it was).
We got married five years ago today.
