I can't excuse this. I really can't. I was visiting my parents, and I rediscovered my old copies of The Poltergoose and The Toilet of Doom from Michael Lawrence's Jiggy McCue series, which I'd loved as a kid. Out of idle curiosity, I decided to find out whether anyone in the world had written Jiggy McCue fanfiction, and of course nobody had.
Somehow it seemed like the logical next step to write a ridiculous Animorphs crossover.
The Jiggy McCue series is a series of rather silly books aimed at twelve-year-olds, and I've never met anyone else who has read them. They do rely on gross-out humour sometimes, and I sort of wish they wouldn't, but what appeals to me about them is Jiggy's very chatty, informal style, laced throughout with terrible jokes and unnecessary clarifications ('I opened a drawer in my chest (of drawers)' is a line I'm particularly fond of). It's a lot of fun to read, and even more fun, it turns out, to write.
Which is why I've written eight thousand words of fanfiction that has no market at all.
Hooray!
(I've written it to be understandable to people who aren't familiar with the Jiggy McCue series (or indeed Animorphs), so you should be able to follow it if you just happen to be in the mood for something in the style of a ridiculous book series aimed at twelve-year-olds. I really hope at least one person in the world reads and enjoys this.)
Title: Earplugs Would Have Been Better
Fandom: Jiggy McCue series/Animorphs
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 8,300
Summary: I can't tell you who I am, or where I live. Or maybe I can? Jiggy McCue, Brook Farm Estate. That was actually pretty easy. Anyway, this is the story of the day I got possessed by an alien, which was probably only about the third-worst day of my life.
( Earplugs Would Have Been Better )
Somehow it seemed like the logical next step to write a ridiculous Animorphs crossover.
The Jiggy McCue series is a series of rather silly books aimed at twelve-year-olds, and I've never met anyone else who has read them. They do rely on gross-out humour sometimes, and I sort of wish they wouldn't, but what appeals to me about them is Jiggy's very chatty, informal style, laced throughout with terrible jokes and unnecessary clarifications ('I opened a drawer in my chest (of drawers)' is a line I'm particularly fond of). It's a lot of fun to read, and even more fun, it turns out, to write.
Which is why I've written eight thousand words of fanfiction that has no market at all.
Hooray!
(I've written it to be understandable to people who aren't familiar with the Jiggy McCue series (or indeed Animorphs), so you should be able to follow it if you just happen to be in the mood for something in the style of a ridiculous book series aimed at twelve-year-olds. I really hope at least one person in the world reads and enjoys this.)
Title: Earplugs Would Have Been Better
Fandom: Jiggy McCue series/Animorphs
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 8,300
Summary: I can't tell you who I am, or where I live. Or maybe I can? Jiggy McCue, Brook Farm Estate. That was actually pretty easy. Anyway, this is the story of the day I got possessed by an alien, which was probably only about the third-worst day of my life.
( Earplugs Would Have Been Better )
