katiefoolery | LorF is love and is for life

This shall be a week of LorF. Thus I have decreed and thus it shall be. This may, in some small degree, be inspired by spending the last two days with LorFers and by reading over the last few episodes I wrote for said project.

Monday, I said last night, you and I are going to sort out some priorities in my life. Shortly after saying this, I realised I'd be needing focus to join the party at some point, as I'd probably be needing to direct towards some of said priorities in the near future. And yet, LorF's already a priority, even before I've reached the pivotal point of actually listing some. Or any. Why?

Because it's writing.

Because I'm doing this whole GYWO thing and it would be kinda nice if my word count moved to five digits soon.

Because it's awesomely fun.

Because it's a project shared with likewise awesomely fun people.

Because, because, because.

In aid of that, this week's fivedotnerds video will be dedicated to LorF. But before that, I shall be inflicting upon you some of my favourite recent passages and lines from my own LorF with you here.

For those of you who have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL THIS LORF THING IS, here's a precis of sorts: it's a collaborative writing project, shared by over twenty writers (although based around a core of seven). We asked the question: if your country was invaded and taken over by a powerful, foreign force, would you choose to live under their rule or to fight for your freedom? Essentially, life or freedom? Or, for the sake of laziness, LorF. We choose a character and write their story. Sometimes, they cross over. There's so much information and history and characters and events and locations that we need a wiki to hold it all together.

We have fun. We blow things up. We write cliffhangers. We create irritating mysteries around our characters. It's incredibly fun.

Unfortunately, things like study and full-time work like to get in the way of it, so it's fallen off a bit lately. I intend to pick my bit up again.

In aid of this, I read over some of my recent entries last night and just wanted to share some of my favourite pieces with you all.

First we have what I guess I'll the one-liners:

The air was hot; full of smoke and yet empty at the same time. Oxygen was busily writing notes to the postman and preparing to be absent for a little while.

I find a friend in darkness, says my mind, which is just great. Darkness, I feel like saying. It’s been so long. What have you been up to?

But I don’t, because I can see how some people might construe that as the early signs of madness.

I love my brain. I don't know what I'd do if I found out it was lying to me.

“I just suck at lighting fires,” I mutter.

Rowan says nothing to this. After all, proof of this is sitting behind us, not burning brightly.

So, you're fleeing from a bushfire and you go to someone's aid... you're going to stall by irritating the guy nominally in charge, right?

Rowan’s coughs died to strangled splutters as we reached the body. It was a man, his clothing covered in a fine dusting of ash.

“Roll him over,” Rowan said.

“What if his back’s broken?” I asked. “Or his neck? Shouldn’t we...”

“Shouldn’t we what?” Rowan demanded. “Call triple 0? Get the flying doctors in? Do you think they’d reach us before the front does?”

“Gods you’re tetchy today.”

“Tetchy? Who are you calling tetchy?”

“And now you’re just stalling for time.”

I shouldn’t do this, but I just can’t help it. It’s so funny to prod at him this way. One day he’s going to explode and I’ll either be laughing ’til my sides ache or regretting it dearly.

“Ryn.”

“Yes?”

“Please... Let’s just roll him over before he dies of frustration.”

And sometimes, you drop massive, great big, neon-arrow-pointing-here hints that are subsequently overlooked completely:

“Why don’t you go to your parents’ place? I thought you said AIRO told you it was still legally theirs.”

“They did.” After several months or so, at least. Never do anything quickly when you can drag it out as long as possible: that’s the AIRO motto.

“So? I’m sure your parents would appreciate someone looking after it for them.”

“That’s why I came home in the first place,” I said. The idea of my parents’ home, that they’d worked so hard on, being left vulnerable and open to those grasping bastards... How could I not go back for that?

Wait, that’s not quite right. For a minute or so, I feel as though I’m sitting right next to a skittish memory that will startle and vanish if I move too quickly. If I just turn slowly, like this...

I think my favourite episode to date is Don't You Know I Hate Him?. I pretty much love all of it, but I'm just going to share the intro:

I really hate him. I hate him more than sleeping in a tent. I hate him more than eating the icky gristly bits of meat. I hate him more than anything and the worst bit is that I know exactly why.

Because he reminds me of how lazy I am; how cowardly I can be about stupid things like spiders crawling over me at night or having to find the loo in the pitch-dark; how pampered my life really was before, although I never truly appreciated it.

And he has no right to do that, with his pointy black hair and his good aim with a rifle. Curse him.

So he can drive the ute really quickly along ridiculously dangerous roads without killing anyone. So what? So he can keep his head when everything else is falling apart. Well, what’s so great about that, Rowan bloody Connell?

“Hey.”

So he can sneak up on me and scare the living daylights out of me. Is that anything to be proud of? “Argh!”

“What are you doing out here, Ryn?”

“Sulking.”

“Oh good. For a minute there, I was worried you were doing something un-productive.”

The re-reading was very handy, because it reminded me of three interesting things:

Rowan plays the piano. Who knew? Well, apparently I used to.

I have a red herring and I like it.

It's only when Ryn cries "I can't!" that Andy recognises her voice. I have no idea why this is the case, but I think I'd like to work it out.

Of course, there are one or two other things planned for the week, but provided there is LorF in it, it shall be good.

If you're not a LorF reader and you'd like to be, please talk to us about it. We need to make sure you're real before we subject you to our horrendous intiation ceremony. You know the saying: What happens in LorF club...

Current Mood: inspired
Current Music: Röyksopp - This Must Be It

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