*nods* Wow... you sound like you know exactly what I'm talking about. Which is very cool. If I'm going nuts, at least I'm not there by myself. I have...*counts* four chaptered fics, various fandoms- 2 are HP, and they're the only ones that have seen any work lately. And 'lately' is kind of a relative term. And half the time I'm afraid I'm never going to finish them. The other fandom ones, sometimes I really wonder. The HP ones will get there someyear... I hope.
But yeah, I'm getting to the point where I'm less "eh, this sucks" and more "hey, you wrote something. go me!" And yeah, some of it sucks, but some of it just needs a little polish, too...
Cross-pollination. I really like that. And am probably already doing it, as I was compelled to borrow that lovely image of Moody in the blue jeans and white shirt... 'scuse me a sec... *fans self* Uh yeah. Anyway... If what I did with that ever goes anywhere, and I think it probably will, I can only imagine the credits. "I stole the outfit from Pandora and Whimsey, who got it from..." I find this amusing for some reason. :)
It's funny, you know? Even the most indimidating of characters who've visited me as muses, I've been able to reason with. Or threaten with the might of the all-powerful Pen or Keyboard. I browbeat Palpatine from Star Wars, came to an understanding with Bellatrix... I try it with Moody, and he just looks at me. Sometimes the eyebrow goes up a bit. There might've been a mumble, which it's probably just as well I couldn't hear. Anyway, I'm starting to understand... he's...different. Drives me nuts, but I'm starting to think maybe it's the good kind of crazy.
(And I do sound nuts, don't I?)
But I know just what you mean. I guess he just got tired of playing it subtle- I was looking through some old fic today, and I realize he's shown up in damn near everything I've ever written. I can only think of...one fic he could possibly have shown up in that he didn't. Two at most. And this started with my first HP fic. So now he's shown up and I don't think I'm getting rid of him... and I'm sometimes not all that bothered by this.
Speaking of running off with comments... sorry about this. I get going and sometimes don't know when to shut up. :)
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Date: 2004-08-31 09:44 pm (UTC)But yeah, I'm getting to the point where I'm less "eh, this sucks" and more "hey, you wrote something. go me!" And yeah, some of it sucks, but some of it just needs a little polish, too...
Cross-pollination. I really like that. And am probably already doing it, as I was compelled to borrow that lovely image of Moody in the blue jeans and white shirt... 'scuse me a sec... *fans self* Uh yeah. Anyway... If what I did with that ever goes anywhere, and I think it probably will, I can only imagine the credits. "I stole the outfit from Pandora and Whimsey, who got it from..." I find this amusing for some reason. :)
It's funny, you know? Even the most indimidating of characters who've visited me as muses, I've been able to reason with. Or threaten with the might of the all-powerful Pen or Keyboard. I browbeat Palpatine from Star Wars, came to an understanding with Bellatrix... I try it with Moody, and he just looks at me. Sometimes the eyebrow goes up a bit. There might've been a mumble, which it's probably just as well I couldn't hear. Anyway, I'm starting to understand... he's...different. Drives me nuts, but I'm starting to think maybe it's the good kind of crazy.
(And I do sound nuts, don't I?)
But I know just what you mean. I guess he just got tired of playing it subtle- I was looking through some old fic today, and I realize he's shown up in damn near everything I've ever written. I can only think of...one fic he could possibly have shown up in that he didn't. Two at most. And this started with my first HP fic. So now he's shown up and I don't think I'm getting rid of him... and I'm sometimes not all that bothered by this.
Speaking of running off with comments... sorry about this. I get going and sometimes don't know when to shut up. :)