emmet says hi.

[ohmynoti]

name: emmet
nickname: whatever.
age: 23
location: ontario
occupation: loser
gender: queer girl
website: 100tinyplays.wordpress.com/

appearance: medium-short, brown hair w/ 7 beady yarny whitegirl dreadlocks in front + the rest just a mess, blue eyes usually bein' allergic to some'at, dressed like a 13-year-old boy, a 6-year-old girl, an aging hippie, a dead playwright, or all of the above.

hobbies: community theatre, knitting, eating, drawing lots of little circles.
favorite books: harriet the spy. i can probably point out how any other book i like is in some way related to harriet the spy. harriet the spy is a seriously important book.
favorite movies: harvey, the great dictator, miracle on 34th street. these are hardwired in. other things are good too.
favorite tv shows: six feet under, weeds (but i haven't seen past the 2nd season so no spoilers), kids in the hall, firefly, buffy, dead like me, other things.
favorite music: tom waits, ben folds, regina spektor, they might be giants, more other things.
favorite writing music: i probably need to break the habit of having music on when i write at all. or make a 'writing music' playlist that'll keep me going without causing me to stop + obsess.

about you: i'm supposed to be this budding young playwright or some'at, but maybe i'm not so much. *shrug* last year i dropped out of university + next year i'm starting a college program for "child + youth work," which is of interest to me, as well as being like, an actual career path, so that's nice.

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current novel title: 'the clayton street archive project' until i think of something less mind-numbingly dull.
current novel genre: young adult fiction.
current novel summary: it's about a bunch of kids who grow up on the same street + how they build an anthropological record of themselves by accident. sort of.
current novel excerpt: well, i'm possibly settled on an opening sentence to the general effect of "none of us live there any more," but that's about all.
current novel cover: yeahno.
current word count: 7?
word goal: it'd be nice to crank out the traditional 50,000 by the end of july.

future plans for 6Mo, 6No: i just found out about this (rather late in the game, i know), + i'm going to give july a whirl, at least. mainly to test out this little scrap of an idea i have for a ya novel (or maybe novelette). i don't want it to just keep knocking around my head 'til november.

are you published?: not as such, no. i post tiny plays on my blog, which could, i suppose, be interpreted as a form of self-publication, but it's not really the point of that project -- + publishing isn't really the point of playwrighting, either, so i tend to measure 'success' in different units since that's my main endeavour. i've had the odd article in print, but since it's never really been my goal to write articles, i don't really have that 'published' feeling about 'em.

[ohmynoti]

i'm not sure this is an 'excerpt' per se, 'cause it mainly came about as a character exercise (both for character described + the one describing), but here's a taste of the voice i'm working with, whether or not this section actually shows up in the text, even in a first draft:

Whenever Antony did an understandable thing he did it for a crazy reason. Whenever he did a crazy thing, he did it for an understandable reason. He named his daughter Emma because that's what she said her name was when she appeared to him in a dream two nights before he met her mother for the first time. He started selling vegetables out of a wagon hitched to the back of his bicycle because a geography student at the university had shown him a series of maps and charts proving that the ill-planned distribution of grocery stores was causing rampant malnutrition in the lowest-income areas of the city because people were living on convenience store crap. Only I don't think anybody ever got an answer out of him -- if they ever asked -- what made him decide to move to the suburbs. Without knowing the reason, it was hard to sort out whether that was a crazy move or an understandable one.

The thing is, it's a weird thing to start analysing any of the big things that happen, especially the choices people make, especially people such as your parents. Because no matter how average or outrageous your upbringing might seem, nothing about it was inevitable. Every life is absurd.