Hearts of Fire...I finished it. My first 10+ chapter fanfic. In all fourteen years of writing fanfic, I have never completed a story greater than ten chapters. I've started stories that ended up greater than ten chapters (and even one that has twenty) but they're all incomplete or terminated indefinitely, the likely culprit being my loss of interest in them. However,
Hearts of Fire is the first novel-sized fanfic I've ever completed (15 chapters, 77334 words). I feel good. Really, really good.
And you know what
this means: if I'm capable of finishing a novel-sized fanfic, I'm capable of finishing a novel-sized original work. But the only way that's going to happen is if I get rid of my internet first, because I can't concentrate on anything original with all these fandoms distracting me.
I've got two more years before my first high school reunion, and I'd like to be able to brag my guts out any way I can, because I'm a ruthless shithead who enjoys watching my peers squirm with envy. ("What've
I been up to? Oh, not much. Just finished my first novel and got it published. I'm working on a screenplay for a film-adaptation of one of my short stories, too. Yeah, Quentin Tarantino and I spend quite a lot of time on the phone these days, almost more than me and Anthony Hopkins. Personally I'd like to see him play the lead role in this film, but Sir Ian McKellan is another hopeful. What about you? How's the kid? Oh,
three of them now? Er, congratulations. By the way, I'm so sorry to hear about your divorce and depressive illness. Don't worry, I'm sure in another few months those forty extra pounds will just
melt off. It was SO good to see you again...")
See, this is what happens when you're a loser in high school. It turns you a vindictive, cocky asshole who lives to see your former-rivals suffer.
But in any case. I'm gonna break into the merlot tonight. This calls for a celebration.