Easter eggs and hotel waffles
Yeah, I'm talking about kalliel again, because she posted this lovely essay about Easter eggs, the little bits of her life that she puts into her fic. And she's had an interesting life and such cool (and very Winchester-eque) travels. I mean, look at everything that she packed into one fic.
Me, on the other hand... I've had a fairly boring life, and very little of it makes its way into anything I write. Y'all do not want to read about Sam and Dean's frustrating trip to Walmart, or their stop at a Hampton Inn that looks exactly like every other Hampton Inn (although, Dean would love the breakfast buffet, particularly the make-your-own waffle station). But every once in a while, something real creeps in.
Of flesh and blood I'm made was inspired by a conversation between a family member and a nurse in the ER.
But I've become what I can't be uses a location I've seen while traveling (the giant double church, although it's not actually in Memphis).
My untitled Nazi car fic came about after I rented a Volkswagen and started wondering what Dean would say about it.
Coda was inspired by my very real inability to deal with a whole raw chicken.
What about you? What sights and/or experiences make their way into your writing?
(And okay, now I have to do it...)
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"Are you happy, Sam?" Dean asks, as they wait for the elevator (an elevator, for fuck's sake, Dean does not like hotels with elevators, he likes an room on the first floor with multiple escape routes, and Sam knows this). "Did you sleep better in a $129 room than you would have in a $50 room in town?"
Sam rolls his eyes. "The $50 hotel - if there even is one in this town - was ten miles down the road, at least. The Hampton was right on the freaking exit. I was tired, I was still bleeding a little bit, and I wanted to get off the damn highway and go to bed. And why do you care about the money? It's not like you're paying for it. Your imaginary friend Fritz Johansson is paying for it."
"Fritz Johansson does have a credit limit, you know," Dean mutters, as the elevator doors open. No one is inside. He stabs at the button for the lobby. "It's not like this card's gonna last forever."
Sam smiles like he finds that amusing, but he's just reading the corny sign on the elevator door.
(Okay. It's a little bit cute.)
When they get off in the lobby, Dean heads to the left, toward the exit, but Sam turns to the right. "Dude," he says. "Breakfast."
"Oh, come on. Can't we just go hit up a diner somewhere?"
"It's included, and you're the one who was complaining about finances, Fritz." Sam doesn't wait for a response, but just assumes Dean is following him, as if he'd won that argument, and Dean's gonna have to punish him for that later. But Sam is heading toward the smell of coffee, so. There's that.
It's not just coffee. The breakfast buffet is actually a pretty decent spread, with pastries and scrambled eggs and sausage and a big round contraption that looks like... yes, it is... a waffle iron.
"Waffles, Sam!"
Sam grins. "Have at it."
Oh yes, he will definitely have at it. By the time he joins Sam at a table, his plate is piled with steaming waffles drenched in chocolate syrup and a mound of whipped cream. Sam managed to find the Sam-est breakfast possible, oatmeal and yogurt and whole wheat toast and a couple of pieces of fresh fruit. Sam raises his eyebrows at Dean's plate and wordlessly hands him a banana.
"Mmm. Banana split waffle. Good idea." Dean slices the banana over his waffle and peers over at Sam's sad little cup of oatmeal. "Oooh, you added some raisins! You're a goddamn madman, Sammy."
Sam laughs and finishes his pathetic breakfast, and when Dean comes back with a second waffle (caramel syrup this time, because caramel and bananas are really an awesome combination), he steals half of it, and Dean has to grudgingly admit that Sam may have won that argument after all.
Me, on the other hand... I've had a fairly boring life, and very little of it makes its way into anything I write. Y'all do not want to read about Sam and Dean's frustrating trip to Walmart, or their stop at a Hampton Inn that looks exactly like every other Hampton Inn (although, Dean would love the breakfast buffet, particularly the make-your-own waffle station). But every once in a while, something real creeps in.
Of flesh and blood I'm made was inspired by a conversation between a family member and a nurse in the ER.
But I've become what I can't be uses a location I've seen while traveling (the giant double church, although it's not actually in Memphis).
My untitled Nazi car fic came about after I rented a Volkswagen and started wondering what Dean would say about it.
Coda was inspired by my very real inability to deal with a whole raw chicken.
What about you? What sights and/or experiences make their way into your writing?
(And okay, now I have to do it...)
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"Are you happy, Sam?" Dean asks, as they wait for the elevator (an elevator, for fuck's sake, Dean does not like hotels with elevators, he likes an room on the first floor with multiple escape routes, and Sam knows this). "Did you sleep better in a $129 room than you would have in a $50 room in town?"
Sam rolls his eyes. "The $50 hotel - if there even is one in this town - was ten miles down the road, at least. The Hampton was right on the freaking exit. I was tired, I was still bleeding a little bit, and I wanted to get off the damn highway and go to bed. And why do you care about the money? It's not like you're paying for it. Your imaginary friend Fritz Johansson is paying for it."
"Fritz Johansson does have a credit limit, you know," Dean mutters, as the elevator doors open. No one is inside. He stabs at the button for the lobby. "It's not like this card's gonna last forever."
Sam smiles like he finds that amusing, but he's just reading the corny sign on the elevator door.
(Okay. It's a little bit cute.)
When they get off in the lobby, Dean heads to the left, toward the exit, but Sam turns to the right. "Dude," he says. "Breakfast."
"Oh, come on. Can't we just go hit up a diner somewhere?"
"It's included, and you're the one who was complaining about finances, Fritz." Sam doesn't wait for a response, but just assumes Dean is following him, as if he'd won that argument, and Dean's gonna have to punish him for that later. But Sam is heading toward the smell of coffee, so. There's that.
It's not just coffee. The breakfast buffet is actually a pretty decent spread, with pastries and scrambled eggs and sausage and a big round contraption that looks like... yes, it is... a waffle iron.
"Waffles, Sam!"
Sam grins. "Have at it."
Oh yes, he will definitely have at it. By the time he joins Sam at a table, his plate is piled with steaming waffles drenched in chocolate syrup and a mound of whipped cream. Sam managed to find the Sam-est breakfast possible, oatmeal and yogurt and whole wheat toast and a couple of pieces of fresh fruit. Sam raises his eyebrows at Dean's plate and wordlessly hands him a banana.
"Mmm. Banana split waffle. Good idea." Dean slices the banana over his waffle and peers over at Sam's sad little cup of oatmeal. "Oooh, you added some raisins! You're a goddamn madman, Sammy."
Sam laughs and finishes his pathetic breakfast, and when Dean comes back with a second waffle (caramel syrup this time, because caramel and bananas are really an awesome combination), he steals half of it, and Dean has to grudgingly admit that Sam may have won that argument after all.