Date:         Thu, 9 Nov 1995 12:41:42 -0700
Reply-To:     WOLFEM@CGS.EDU
Sender:       Highlander TV show stories <HLFIC-L@PSUVM.PSU.EDU>
From:         Michelle Wolfe <WOLFEM@CGS.EDU>
Subject:      my so-called immortality 0/?

From:   WOLFEM        9-NOV-1995 12:34:05.29
To:     WOLFEM
CC:     WOLFEM
Subj:   my so-called immortality 0/?

"Wow!" you think as you read the latest _TV Guide_.  "An episode
where we meet a young immortal who's A WOMAN!  Cool.  Finally.  I
mean, I love Richie, and all that (_especially_ when he has to
take his shirt off after some duel...)-- but really-- we need some
more women who can kick some @#4$% on this program..."  So you
hunker down on the couch at the appointed hour, ready to discover
some gender parity in the world of swords and quickenings, and you
get.....

.....Michelle.

Yeah, I know teenage girls can be foolish and silly.  Yeah, it was
very funny, Duncan's discomfort as she crawled all over him.  But
come on guys-- most of the teen-to-twenty women I know (and I
would like to include myself here...) have a little more integrity,
a little more going on in their heads than that.  Bad enough that we
have Amanda, who while being very very cute, seems to have less
wisdom and maturity in her mid-800's than Tessa did in her mid-
thirties.  (More Ceadwyn (sp?), less Amanda!  Long live the Picts!
Who wants a former cat-burglar when we could have a woman
who paints her face blue, then impales people?  Never mind, don't
answer that...)

So anyway, this-- my very first and probably mis-begotten fan-
fiction has arsien from frustration with dear, sweet, misguided
Michelle.  It's sort of gotten weirder since then-- no doubt due
to my addiction to angst and conflict-- and is still very much in
progress.  It is _not_ a "My so-called life" cross-over.  It's
just that the sort of adolescent-existential, generation-gap-of-
oh, say, about-400-odd-years-theme inevitably seemed to lend
itself to an adaptation/mutilation of the title.  I really want
feedback, and I know it has flaws.  I just hope, oh gentle reader,
that it doesn't bore you...

A few cautions:
    *the geography of Paris, Canada, Prague, Scotland and any
     other place the characters blithely visit, is entirely made
     up.  As are the details about old swords and fencing.
     It 's hard enough writing the damn thing.  Next time, I'll
     do more research.  I hope I haven't offended any of you
     purists out there.  Also-- if you have any helpful corrections
     to offer in that regard, I'd be more than grateful.

    *This takes place in a universe that split off from the
     tv-universe right after Kalas was killed (because I started
     it over the summer-- I'm a _slow_ writer), and takes
     place about a year afterwards.  So Duncan's conflict with Joe,
     etc. haven't happened here. Connor also features _really_
     prominently in the story, but it's the Connor of the tv-universe
     and first movie, minus of course, that minor little detail
     of winning the Prize.

    *My bent is more gory mind-game than hair-pin plot twist ala
     Russet 'Goddess-of-plot-and-Celtic-and- Parisian-culture'
     McMillan (To whom I humbly bow to:"We are not worthy!").
     So please have patience with all the psychological stuff: it'll
     pay off.  Or at least, I hope it will.

Thanks.
Michelle (ha!) Wolfe
wolfem@cgs.edu

PS: This is probably what some people would consider PG-13.
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