#@epicfics

my fic-writing might have to hit a stop for a little while if I’m lucky and my novel places in a contest within the next few weeks.

If that happens I’ll be using August to finish and dress it up for the literary agent that comes with the prize. I might (probably) not win but I still feel really good about my work.

btw you all are so wonderful...I’ve been in other fandoms where no one wanted to even talk to me. My fics were never shared and I wasn’t tagged for involvement in anything. A lot of appreciation from everyone should go to @wellamarke who’s striving to keep us all connected.

Hi friends! 

So I put my novel on hold for a while - I can only finish one project at a time and surprise! I’m working on a scripted series with an independent production company. The guy in charge has pretty much given me free reign and creative control, on the condition that we’ll be ready to cast and film by February. This approaching deadline is stressing me out slightly - I mean it was my idea. It’s a musical program, and it turned out to be too pricey to hire actual musicians and composers, so I’ve got like six weeks to figure out how to Lin-Manuel Miranda the shit out of it. 

Meanwhile, I neglect dumblr for a month or two in favor of this project and it decides to evaporate the iOs app, and yes I’ve been using this site mainly through my iPhone. This is ridiculous af. No way am I going to look through every thing I’ve ever posted to make sure it’s all Disney-fied.

Anyways, the musical. Something I’ve always wanted to do. It’s based off my first story, started over sixteen years ago. Fresh from seeing Lord of the Rings, I really really wanted to create an epic fantasy. The Hadrilian Chronicles is a story about a kingdom that banished a race of people that were begifted elemental powers from a fallen star. Their magic comes to life with Music, which has become a sort of religion to them - they sing, their broken pieces or the star absorb the magic, and then they can control the air, water, etc. 

Here’s a bit of the rough pilot:

“OVERTURE”

Fade In:

Carly’s Bedroom

DREW is tucking his five year old daughter Carly into a  bed of ruffled pink sheets. Around the child are stuffed toys and fairy tale books.

DREW

Alright. Sweet dreams, Rapunzel.

 CARLY

I don’t wanna be Rapunzel.

 DREW

But we just read about her. And I always get to call you  the -

 CARLY

Can I be a new princess, Daddy?

 DREW

And which princess would Carly like to be?

 CARLY

What about the princess from Mommy’s book?

 DREW

Hmm, I’m not sure Mommy wants you to even read her books.

CARLY

How come?

 DREW

It’s not a fun story. Your mom says Princess Shauna doesn’t  get a happy ending.

 CARLY

Just read the beginning, please?

 DREW

The Hadrilian Chronicles. First Chapter, Overture. In a land where a splash of sun kissed green valleys -

Pauses, picks up his guitar and begins to play and sing.

(OVERTURE)

In a land, where a splash of sun kissed green valleys til  the day was done

And the moon graced a cloak of stars over a people very much like ours.

Then fell one. The legend of one fallen star, cast out of the heavens from afar; 

So bright, so fast, it tore the valley apart

As the people gathered round, they heard an ethereal sound   

A voice singing; a glowing woman bringing a message to all

“I am a Muse for The Song,” she said

“See this star that still burns, it isn’t dead. And you are all now blessed. This rock before you is a gift.”

She said, “Love, live in peace, pray with music. Its power shall take care of the rest.”

This was how the Jians were born 

The Song gave them magic from the earth.

But the king of Hadrilia began to spread hate like  thorns. 

He thought, What would happen to my line if the Jians wanted what was mine?

He wanted to drive them away, but first to go turned out to be the little girl he’d raised. 

Her name was Shauna, and she never smiled 

the whole ten years while she was a princess of the court. 

She was cursed even before prophecy called her so…the Ender.

When under a night without stars, 

the real threat revealed itself to be The Silence.

Adversary of The Song, killed all Music and its power 

Wanted nothing but for its messenger

 A Reaper, to steal the souls of The  Song’s servants

For purposes unknown.

It’s okay, Carly

Let’s skip to the ending. 

Before the Jians could be harmed, the princess found out, was alarmed.

She took them away, to a place without bad kings or Reapers. 

They could sing and stay keepers of the ways of the Song.

 CARLY

What happens to Shauna?

 DREW

Happily ever after.

 CARLY

I’ll ask Mommy to write one for her.

 DREW

Okay. Goodnight, Princess Shauna.

switches off ceiling lights, turns on night light 

transitions to DREW at a nightclub, playing for a half empty bar, 

(NEVER HOME) 

DREW

There’s something in the air

An aching thirst

It reminds me

Of why I’m never home

Pick your poison

Just know a pair

Of wide blue eyes will see

And you’ll have to choose

Whether you or she

Has the nightmare tonight

Could you really kill her light?

Never go home

cuts to BRODY at his apartment, opening a letter. 

BRODY

My son, I’m just writing to say

You’re nearing your final day

Use what’s left of your time

To save our kind  

 There’s frost in the air out there

Always a sky, no matter where

I may be cursed to live here

But I don’t wanna die

 Oh the death-black night is waiting

To take me to the unknown

Some texts are better left on the shelf

Cheap fairy tales, don’t even bother

Trash the letters from a bailing father

I was an orphan before he vanished

I was homeless before I was banished

And now the death-black night is waiting for me

But not go anywhere I know

Not that it hardly matters

Because I was never home

 outside the apartment SHAUNA is watching.

SHAUNA

I can taste the tears in the air

Will the sky cry first, or will I?

I may be cursed to live out here

But to live I must try

 Whether or not I believe in destiny

It still calls, waiting

But what can I do

When the beginning is you

And the ending is me

The Ender is coming for the throne

Or else I’m never going home

 DREW

Are the sins of the father taught

Or are they in the blood?

Can redemption be bought

Or is it up to God?

cut to TAM in a field under the stars

TAM

Oh, what has gone wrong?

I pray to The Song

Haven’t I don’t all that is needed?

Why haven’t you heeded

Or helped me with my quest?

Why where we sent here?

What’s happened in Hadrilia?

How can we go back?

Oh how can we go back?

Why are we not welcome –

 DREW/BRODY/SHAUNA/TAM

Home

 DREW

The sins of the father

 BRODY

The curse of the son

 SHAUNA

Destiny of the daughter

TAM

The will of The Song

 DREW/BRODY/SHAUNA/TAM

Every time I wonder from where so much pain can come

My past provides no answer

 DREW

Because I’m never

 BRODY

Because I never had a

 SHAUNA

Because I’m never going

 TAM

I’d like to know the stories of my followers.

if you can kindly share who you are through a Broadway tune, I feel this would be a brilliant way to learn what we don’t know about each other.

btw, not going to annoy people but if they want to be super awesome

@erudite-princess @turned-her-brain and @wellamarke

hope you guys don’t leave me alone on stage!!

I’ll start with mine - it’s not at all in sync with the music. and it reveals too much and i sound whiny.

anyhow -

(to the tune of Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton)

How does an asexual, autistic bipolar daughter of a poor girl and an alcoholic

Dragged from Oakland to Portland then Seattle, rise above the pettiness& prattle, turn into an altruistic storyteller

the left-handed loner living with her mother and younger sister in a small apartment, eating the same stir fry every night, wearing the same uniform every day for Catholic Hellementary education

And every day her classmates would push her off the benches, her teachers would threaten her with detention for looking at the clock, they told her that she wouldn’t pass grades six, seven, eight, they had no idea her social ineptitude was a condition, that they were practicing discrimination

Meanwhile all she wanted was a friend

The boys put nastygrams in her pencil box

The girls left death threats in her locker

It got to the point where one boy stole her lunch and started throwing rocks

Well she tried to get involved and joined the yearbook staff

Tried out for the school play, got the lead role as villain

But when the time came where she was supposed to announce her future goals

All she wanted was a birthday where soneone cared she’d lived another year

She just wanted someone to remember her name

*There’s a million things she hasn’t done*

*But just you wait*

When she started public school, everything so bright and new

She thought this is it

I’m gonna find my own fit

instead it was four years

her name never found a hit

Graduated, lost two jobs within a space of six months

Stopped eating and stopped sleeping all at once

Started seeing things, and hearing voices telling her she wasn’t worth the help

Her family saying they can’t fix her by themselves

She came out of the hospital with a pen and an imagination worth ten thousand minds

She started on her first rough draft story about a red-haired princess who found out she was illegitimate

A girl who’d seen her mother murdered as a child, filling up with her own-self hate

The most depressed selfless heroine that you’ll ever see

put into a high fantasy novel that will never be

For once there’s something she can try to be

She watched soap operas to learn how to talk to you

Read to learn the basic social cues

Wore out a computer or two

Just you wait

There’s a million things I haven’t done

Just you wait, Just you wait!!

One day I’ll rewrite the game, put the spectrum in the literary zone

Use the profits, pay them forward to anyone who’s ever felt alone