writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia

From part of that same Alice fic I was working on but put to the side to work on LT3 things.

Alice is not as easy to find as Hatter thinks. He rather expected he'd waltz through the Glass, take two steps and find himself at Alice's door, easy as anything. He steps out instead into an alley and that's where he finds her lying. He carries her out and is stunning by the differences between her world and his. He manages to get help, get her to a hospital, but before he can wait for her to wake, he's pushed away, family only they say, and he can't get in to see her.

They won't tell him where she lives.

There are a lot of people named Alice in her world, and none of the ones he finds the day after she gets released are the right one.

Hatter learns that surnames are important in this world; they distinguish people with the same given name. He realizes he doesn't know hers.

Much as he hates doing it, he goes back to Wonderland, visits Jack. Jack's King now with his hands so very busy, full of his kingdom and of the duchess. Hatter's only too eager to leave them both to their devices after he learns he has to look for Alice Hamilton. He begrudgingly accepts advice from Jack and ventures back to Alice's world.

He hopes this is the last time he has to go back to Wonderland, unless he's going with Alice.

So this fell out of me yesterday and I figured I'd post part of it here while I work on other stuff. This is from a fanfic I'll finish hopefully sooner rather than later, from Syfy's Alice, aka my absolute favorite interpretation so far despite the fact that everyone in it was so very very white. Anyway it's not all from Alice's mother's POV but this part is. Spoilers, now that I think about it, because it takes place after the end of the mini-series. It will eventually be Hatter/Alice.

Carol doesn't know why Alice seems a little different since her accident, and she doesn't ask why Alice is suddenly grieving all over again for her father. She asks, just once, and it sends Alice into tears the likes of which Carol hasn't seen since Alice was a child. Since it became clear her father, Carol's husband, was never coming home. Carol doesn't ask why Alice stops looking for her father. It's as though she's decided he's dead, but Carol has no idea what makes her think that, even if it's something she convinced herself of years ago.

It's not that Carol doesn't care or that she doesn't want to talk about it. It's that she knows Alice needs some time to heal. She just wished she knew from what.

This is from the story I'm working on for BB Shousetsu, which may or may not be done in time for the deadline.

11th October 2010 4:35 PM

I still can't find him. I've been back to the same spot every day for over three weeks straight. No, it's actually been closer to a month. I can't sleep well, I can't concentrate. At times I feel like I don't even want to. TJ and Kim keep saying I'm acting crazy, like a man possessed, and maybe they're right, but I just can't let go. I go through my classes like a robot, not participating, not even hearing what anyone's saying. There's a fine line between a powerful infatuation and obsession, and I think I crossed it at least a week ago.

I skipped class after lunch and went back to the field. It's kind of pathetic, but I spent hours sitting there, in that same field where I woke up after Mei Ling's party on this past Thursday. If I wasn't still holding that red scarf, the taste of Chang still on my lips, I would have thought it had been a dream. But he's real; his scarf's still right next to me. It's like a mantra; I keep thinking it, saying it over and over, day by day. I can't stop thinking about him.

--Shuo

There's more written but I'll post the remainder later.

So I'm gonna try to use this to start marking progress on full length novels as well as posting the shorter stuff that I uh, haven't been posting. >.>

Anyway current projects:

1. birthday fic for Ai. No details for now because it'll be a surprise. Will be posted here when it's done. It's coming along well though, and I gotta try my damndest to get it done in time.

2. BB Shousetsu submission. Folkloric, slashy, pr0ny, will be posted when done. It'll be f-locked here, but I'm gonna post a link to the public submission as well. I'm thinking of submitting it to Torquere Press when it's done, if it fits criteria. My idea so far is very basic. I know it's going to be very vaguely like Brigadoon, but I don't want it to just seem like "a version" of it. Still the feeling of the town being there one moment and gone another is a big part of it. I only have a few sentences written.

3. The Oneric Chronicles. This is my Novel in Two Years project that's...not quite where it should be, but I'm still plugging along.

So that's all for now, but I'm in a hell of a good mood right now :D

I always loved stories, ever since I was a child. My mother would sit me in her lap, wrapped in the folds of her cloak and skirt, hold me close, and tell me tale after tale. She told me most often of the one of my namesake, one of a pale girl, with skin white as mine. This girl, however, had a sister as I did not. Her sister Rose Red looked little like her. The sister was a bright girl with apples in her cheeks, scarlet glint in her hair. She was small and full of energy, charismatic and easily won the love of any around her. She had pink cheeks, freckled skin, and eyes the color of the sky. That was their only similarity, those eyes. Snow White was tall and fair, not a spot on her skin, with hair blacker than night. She was quiet, gentle, and made friends with far less ease than her sister. I could have been her twin.

( Fairest of them all )