section7mfu | My Mary Sue.

Lets make this clear before I start, I'm a reader not a writer. That's why my posts aren't necessarily the most coherent things you'll read. It also explains why I never progressed beyond the Mary Sue stage of development.

So I thought back to those prepubescent days of my youth when I made up stories to send me to sleep. I had a character who was pure Mary Sue, and everything I wasn't but would have loved to have been (though I bet I would have hated being like that.)

She had long, black hair that fell to her waist (my hair loses condition once it gets towards my collar.) She could sail boats of all sizes (I get sea sick) and climb mountains (I don't climb ladders.) In her late teens she was involved in computer development and designed control systems, which of course meant she owned a company which left her filthy rich and independent. And naturally I inserted her into every book and TV programme I enjoyed, from "Swallows and Amazons" to Doctor Who.

And thinking about her, I'm still stuck at that writing level, but she's grown older with me.

No longer older than me, she's slightly younger and has cut her hair. Somewhere along the line she had a son who's now in his early 20s and assists her by doing the leg work in any adventures she might have. The company is still bringing in the money, but she leaves it in the hands of carefully chosen managers. And having designed the control systems for the deep space probes for NASA all those years ago she still drops into the JPL to monitor progress.

I haven't thought of her for years, it's strange how she's older now, but I still know where she's been.

And I suppose I should admit to the little that I have written, http://www.b7fic.com/viewuser.php?uid=18