The title of this entry has more than one meaning for me, but both pertain to the subject of writing stories.
I’ve always loved to write. I’ve kept a diary since I was nine and I’ve written stories since the fourth grade. Granted, they weren’t always good, but I loved to do it nonetheless. Even the part about reading my stories months or years later and making improvements.
Long story short, way back when MySpace was still popular over Facebook, I’d had a few Star Trek character profiles that I would RP (Role Play) with. I would RP with others as well as just between my own characters. I was part of a group of RPers we called “Omega” (with the symbol). The stories we came up with were amazing — at least to us! Battles with the Borg, character-based stories (my favourite to write), even mingling with the mirror universe a bit. (Some characters did inter-programme RPing. Star Trek with Star Wars, Doctor Who, X-Men, or Stargate were the ones I came across the most. I only bothered to keep it Star Trek.) I’d say most other RPers would write across a span of years, while I wrote in real time. If I’d written something a week ago, it was a week ago in the story. (But toward the end, I skipped about year for the sake of getting to a certain point.)
At first, my RPG (Role Playing Game) writing style was very skeletal and lacking. However, as the months went on and I wrote more and RP’d with others, my RPG writing became more full, fluent, and robust. (I went from one line interactions to “multi-para RPing.”)
Oh, and the stories! I loved my characters as though I’d created them myself. (Though I did create a few.)
OK, the intro was way longer than I’d intended, so let’s get to the point of this entry.
About a week ago, I turned on one of my old laptops to find that it decided to work again. (Funny how technology can sometimes get sick and then heal itself.) After having thought about them for the past couple of days, I found all those RPGs on that computer and started reading. It was embarrassing in the beginning with the complete lack of complexities, but it got better quickly. But even in the earlier stories, I would get so excited reading because of how much I loved writing them, developing the characters, and the evolution of the “big picture.”
To this day, there’s still a soft spot in my heart for Vorik. He and my character Mara (rhymes with “Sara”) Wildman were my pride and joy.
I started thinking while reading that how I’d done the stories, Vorik should be going through his pon farr, like, now! (Five years after the last story ended.) I started thinking about what my characters might be up to now. I don’t want to write any new stories, but I started writing down brief notes to update. I did some research to decide that the ship Vorik and his family are on is the USS Magellan, galaxy class. In my research, I was reminded of The Path to 2409. I’d started reading it when Star Trek Online had just come out (though I haven’t had the chance to play yet), but it wasn’t finished.
As I was reading a summary of it, I realised that a majority of my stories could definitely not be canon. (Though STO isn’t officially canon, I heard somewhere that it’s generally accepted as such.) According to The Path, in 2385 “Starfleet Command decides to dismantle its Borg Task Force, believing the Borg threat to be minimal following the blow dealt to them by the USS Voyager on her way home.” Most of my stories revolve around the Borg in some way, and the latter 2/3 of the stories depend on them! It sort of makes me feel like that part of my life is truly, completely over. Moving on sucks.
I thought about so much more I could write, like how reading The Path to 2409 made me feel, but that would be another whole entry in itself.
In closing, I’ll leave you with a link to all of these stories. (Also, a link to a forum post where I shared the stories as questions may be answered in the comments.) Thankfully, I’d saved everything before MySpace decided it was a good idea to delete most of my character profiles. I uploaded them to a spare webpage a couple years later. I honestly don’t expect anyone to actually read them, but I’m going to post it anyway.
P.S. I’ve edited them many times since then, but haven’t uploaded any newer versions; so please ignore any spelling and grammar mistakes!