Stroy behind the story
This is the backdrop and story behind recently post fic Unrequited. Its nothing interesting why are you even reading?!
Warning - If you haven't read it, it spoils everything.
Near the beginning of the year I was oh so kindly asked to make a fic, as a gift. The friend making the ‘request’ was to decide everything from the characters involved, the setting, and so forth. I was only the bullet making the execution.
We were splayed on her couch, she was reading my latest writing on my laptop, and The Devil Wears Prada was playing in on her big 60”+ screen. At times I think that it’s the only thing we have in common, but she tells it how it is, no rose colored glasses, so that’s why I keep her around. After telling me my mistakes and suggesting different settings on that story she demanded to know why I haven’t written anything for her. I write a lot for friends they merely have to ask. She never asked. So she benevolently said she wanted one. Here is what came out of it.
Demands made:
1. One of the twins must be doing the pining.
2. That twin was to be Caroline.
Since she was very specific on the twin, I of course had to ask why.
- Her answer (after a horrible look tossed my way): “Cassidy seems like a farm girl’s name. Caroline is a power name. The type you want to abbreviate but don’t.”
- My response: “Don’t let Miranda hear you say that about Cassidy.”
3. It must be set in the future.
4. Miranda and Andy had to have been married.
- YAY
5. Miranda Priestly MUST be dead.
- What?!
6. Cause of death MUST be a disease.
- At this point I gave her a pointed look. A disease the one to take down Miranda? Ridiculous! So I rigged it, to an extent.
7. There MUST be mention of gum.
- WTF?
So it sounded challenging enough and it’s not like I had mush of a choice. I wrote it then handed it over. She read it over then looked up and said “nice”. You have to understand that for us ‘average’ earthlings it’s the equivalent to I FUCKING LOVED IT! So I preened a little, OK, a lot.
However, right after that she asked “What’s the history?”
So this is what I came up with on the spot (I’m proud):
“Its 11-12 years after Paris when the fic occurs. Miranda and Andy courted for close to a year. Dated for three years before Miranda decided marriage was in order. Two years later she is diagnosed with a brain tumor, its cancerous, she fights it off.” Because she’s Miranda Priestly. “Sadly she has to die so three years later it comes back and takes her with it.” That’s 9 years later for those trying to do the math. “Now it’s almost two years later.” My exact answers.
She seemed impressed with my on the spot backdrop. Then asked “So how old are they?”
My answer:
“I put the twins at 14 during the movie, making Caroline 25.” Do not butcher me it’s the only thing that made sense ‘specially when you’re being stared down at. “I guessed Andy at 25 during Paris, so she’s now 36. I put Miranda at 52, making her die at 61.”
- She seemed to think it was reasonable enough.
Then she demanded “What was Andy wearing. Better yet what was Caroline wearing?!”
My answer - “Don’t press your luck kid.”
Warning - If you haven't read it, it spoils everything.
Near the beginning of the year I was oh so kindly asked to make a fic, as a gift. The friend making the ‘request’ was to decide everything from the characters involved, the setting, and so forth. I was only the bullet making the execution.
We were splayed on her couch, she was reading my latest writing on my laptop, and The Devil Wears Prada was playing in on her big 60”+ screen. At times I think that it’s the only thing we have in common, but she tells it how it is, no rose colored glasses, so that’s why I keep her around. After telling me my mistakes and suggesting different settings on that story she demanded to know why I haven’t written anything for her. I write a lot for friends they merely have to ask. She never asked. So she benevolently said she wanted one. Here is what came out of it.
Demands made:
1. One of the twins must be doing the pining.
2. That twin was to be Caroline.
Since she was very specific on the twin, I of course had to ask why.
- Her answer (after a horrible look tossed my way): “Cassidy seems like a farm girl’s name. Caroline is a power name. The type you want to abbreviate but don’t.”
- My response: “Don’t let Miranda hear you say that about Cassidy.”
3. It must be set in the future.
4. Miranda and Andy had to have been married.
- YAY
5. Miranda Priestly MUST be dead.
- What?!
6. Cause of death MUST be a disease.
- At this point I gave her a pointed look. A disease the one to take down Miranda? Ridiculous! So I rigged it, to an extent.
7. There MUST be mention of gum.
- WTF?
So it sounded challenging enough and it’s not like I had mush of a choice. I wrote it then handed it over. She read it over then looked up and said “nice”. You have to understand that for us ‘average’ earthlings it’s the equivalent to I FUCKING LOVED IT! So I preened a little, OK, a lot.
However, right after that she asked “What’s the history?”
So this is what I came up with on the spot (I’m proud):
“Its 11-12 years after Paris when the fic occurs. Miranda and Andy courted for close to a year. Dated for three years before Miranda decided marriage was in order. Two years later she is diagnosed with a brain tumor, its cancerous, she fights it off.” Because she’s Miranda Priestly. “Sadly she has to die so three years later it comes back and takes her with it.” That’s 9 years later for those trying to do the math. “Now it’s almost two years later.” My exact answers.
She seemed impressed with my on the spot backdrop. Then asked “So how old are they?”
My answer:
“I put the twins at 14 during the movie, making Caroline 25.” Do not butcher me it’s the only thing that made sense ‘specially when you’re being stared down at. “I guessed Andy at 25 during Paris, so she’s now 36. I put Miranda at 52, making her die at 61.”
- She seemed to think it was reasonable enough.
Then she demanded “What was Andy wearing. Better yet what was Caroline wearing?!”
My answer - “Don’t press your luck kid.”