Excellence and batshittery, done on purpose.
I’m Lazarus. I make art, music, poems, plays, and magic for the quiet, brilliant, broken ones. If that is you, welcome home. I adopt your kind.
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Knocked me out cold for the better part of 12 hours straight, and I binge watched more Gossip Girl before passing out. What a fluffy shitshow. It was my night alone, and all in all, it wasn’t a bad way to spend it.
I’m off to get lunch with Zelda and Emerson in a few. If I have spoons later, there’ll be more posts!
-Allēna
That damn bird looks SO OFFENDED 🤣🤣🤣
O CANADA! (affectionate)
-Allēna
I’m writing to y’all live from a writing sprint with a bunch of writers I know and love. I don’t have any current active fiction projects, as I’ve been so damn writer’s blocked in that regard, but I have been writing here at least a little every day, so I figured I might as well join and cough up words and send them in whatever way feels most natural at high speeds to start, and if there is anything my system is good at, it is high speed bullshit in large quantities.
I think I’ve slowly been working back towards fiction unconsciously because there’s been a half formed character stuck in my head just like I used to get in the old days before I would cook up a full novel or a subplot that would consume my entire brainhole for the next yes.
He’s not particularly chatty, just like the original protagonist of the Third Prophecy wasn’t. All I know about him is that his name is Arie and that he’s tall. His reticence could cause trouble later if I decide to write his story, as it took thirty plus drafts to even get Archer, the original protagonist of Third Prophecy, to open up. However, if another character also gets stuck in my head that can get him to open up, things might flow a bit more smoothly. I think that that was a big problem with Archer – she was very, very withdrawn as a character, and the only characters she ended up close to tended to either betray her, die, or be busy elsewhere in their own subplots. I was and still sort of am an evil writer.
However, there are other, equally as withdrawn characters who do have consistent supporting characters by their side, and they don’t know how to shut the fuck up when they are with their people. Those are far easier to write. Kira Eistros, one of the principal antagonists later on in Third Prophecy, is known for perhaps uttering maybe twenty words in a single act UNLESS she’s around her himbo of a future husband, who she then proceeds to be unable to shut the fuck up around, and vice versa. Neither of them say much unless they’re together. But holy shit, give them time alone, and they will be unable to stop yapping. Kira delivers one of the hardest hitting speeches of the first play in Act 4 when she’s relaxed and hanging out with said himbo.
In hindsight, this should come as no surprise to me. I think Archer might need better friends who don’t fucking die and then perhaps the early arcs of Third Prophecy just might come together more easily. We all need good friends, don’t we?
-Allēna
Except for the fact that I had the tiniest bit of a cookie that was a THC edible. The cookie was delicious. However, holy fucking shit was that thing potent.
Goodnight, cruel world.
-Allēna
Less like microwaved death and more like death gently defrosted to Serv-Safe standards.
-Allēna
I’ve been smoking weed to make sure I don’t dehydrate myself on the toilet and get any form of rest during this ordeal.
It’s the worst..
-Allēna
Holy crap have the dreams been weird with this thing.
I dreamt of an alternate January 1916 or so where the people that would go on to become the Bolsheviks were secretly nigh immortal sorcerers and shit. They turned the tide of WWI, mopping the floor with Germany especially. That one was the weirdest.
Then the second one involved meeting up with a very fictional “old friend” of mine. We spoke about software vs hardware, and she said that it seemed to her that software was often written by people that hated themselves and the user. But hardware is crafted by people who hate themselves, the user, and the world, and want to see it all burn.
And in the third dream, I was some trust fund kid going to high school in Manhattan. My dad wanted to teach me the value of business or some shit, so I bought a club. Business was really good, so when I found out the prom afterparty was being run by a fucking stick in the mud, a bunch of friends and I decided to boycott it. I recalled a post I had seen that said something to the effect of “very little in life can’t be improved by three things: weed, Popeye’s chicken, and Looney Tunes reruns.” So I decided to test that theory. I had my faithful manservant purchase vast quantities of the devil’s finest lettuce, buckets upon buckets of chicken, and convert the main part of the club into a comfy sitting area. It turned out to be the best part of prom 🤣
I hope you enjoyed this nonsense from my cooked brainhole.
-Allēna
