Here's the beginning of my Cadman fic, just to include here a very different style. This was written before all of these writing experiments and languishes 5/6 finished. It is first person, totally subjective pov, the voice of an American.
My name is Laura Cadman
My name is Laura Cadman. I am a lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps, stationed at the intergalactic base of Atlantis and currently, I am trapped inside the body of Dr Rodney McKay.
Thursday
Whoa.
Being a man is like, whoa.
In fact, it's more like double whoa.
I am so totally not used to this.
It reminds me of when I was little and wanted to be a boy. I used to wear jeans and my brothers' football shirts, and everything had to be blue or green. Never, ever pink. And never, ever anything in the hair, any ribbon or scrunchie or bobby pin. Mom hated this. She'd been so sick of nothing but boys and I was going to be her little special girl. Except I wasn't. Frilly socks? Nope. Patent leather strappy shoes? No, siree, not me. Ballet class and barbie dolls? I chained the barbies to the backs of the Action Man motorbikes and dragged them through the dirt until their heads came off.
Also, I cut my hair. That one time when I was nine. With the kitchen scissors.
My name is Laura Cadman
My name is Laura Cadman. I am a lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps, stationed at the intergalactic base of Atlantis and currently, I am trapped inside the body of Dr Rodney McKay.
Thursday
Whoa.
Being a man is like, whoa.
In fact, it's more like double whoa.
I am so totally not used to this.
It reminds me of when I was little and wanted to be a boy. I used to wear jeans and my brothers' football shirts, and everything had to be blue or green. Never, ever pink. And never, ever anything in the hair, any ribbon or scrunchie or bobby pin. Mom hated this. She'd been so sick of nothing but boys and I was going to be her little special girl. Except I wasn't. Frilly socks? Nope. Patent leather strappy shoes? No, siree, not me. Ballet class and barbie dolls? I chained the barbies to the backs of the Action Man motorbikes and dragged them through the dirt until their heads came off.
Also, I cut my hair. That one time when I was nine. With the kitchen scissors.
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Date: 2006-04-29 06:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-29 08:44 pm (UTC)Oh, your icon...