A Poem and some notes
Umm ... so I'm working on a couple of KOL slashfics.
One is based on tour dates i.e. you only see plot development in carefully chosen snapshots. It begins in Mexico City (which I don't think they've visited yet on this tour) and then moves to the airplane, and then touches down in crazyslashland. It's a real place you know. I almost have chapter one; am just cleaning it up. It's trying to be a lot more normal and less poetic than my usual stuff, and have a sustained plotline rather than just be a one-shot.
The second is ... a poetic one-shot (gah), which involved a funeral. Death!fic is usually a pet-hate of mine but hey ho. I felt like killing a Followill. In a literary way rather than a literal way. It's almost finished, I just have to insert a sex scene and sew up the ending. Heh. Insert.
And the third ... I haven't started but it's AU. And will require research, which makes me feel like a proper writer! There may be paint!sex involved.
I don't know why I'm updating ... this is pretty much the only place I'm likely to keep notes seeing as the last time I committed anything to hardcopy, my grandmother found it and got a bit ... worried for my sanity. And below, a poem. Poems sometimes find their way into my fics, because I work so much on my poems that the phrases in them become part of my mindscape, so if there is overlap well, there's overlap.
The Earth If I Had
I give you my eyes. Eye-teeth. Clavical.
Coxyx. The gnarled trunk of a spine dragging
countless tangled ribs
down to the soft poached roots of the lung-tree
and at my heart, the heart’s red snowdrop frantic.
I give you its pulse.
I can tell you how I will walk down the street
thinking of you,
each cell of my body screwing itself
in lonely ecstasy - I can tell you
how I will walk past the shops
cradling this new acquisition of Love against
my stomach.
I give you its pulse: the yolk of my anatomy.
I would give you the earth if I had
but have so little, much less than myself no more
than the print of two human creatures
coiled together in a bed somewhere
and when I walk to work I can tell you how
my body still remembers being a groove of a coil
as it once coiled against the indent of your hip
and I will always walk as if you walked beside me,
always sleep as if you slept by me,
and I will always breathe as if the air
came from your mouth.
One is based on tour dates i.e. you only see plot development in carefully chosen snapshots. It begins in Mexico City (which I don't think they've visited yet on this tour) and then moves to the airplane, and then touches down in crazyslashland. It's a real place you know. I almost have chapter one; am just cleaning it up. It's trying to be a lot more normal and less poetic than my usual stuff, and have a sustained plotline rather than just be a one-shot.
The second is ... a poetic one-shot (gah), which involved a funeral. Death!fic is usually a pet-hate of mine but hey ho. I felt like killing a Followill. In a literary way rather than a literal way. It's almost finished, I just have to insert a sex scene and sew up the ending. Heh. Insert.
And the third ... I haven't started but it's AU. And will require research, which makes me feel like a proper writer! There may be paint!sex involved.
I don't know why I'm updating ... this is pretty much the only place I'm likely to keep notes seeing as the last time I committed anything to hardcopy, my grandmother found it and got a bit ... worried for my sanity. And below, a poem. Poems sometimes find their way into my fics, because I work so much on my poems that the phrases in them become part of my mindscape, so if there is overlap well, there's overlap.
The Earth If I Had
I give you my eyes. Eye-teeth. Clavical.
Coxyx. The gnarled trunk of a spine dragging
countless tangled ribs
down to the soft poached roots of the lung-tree
and at my heart, the heart’s red snowdrop frantic.
I give you its pulse.
I can tell you how I will walk down the street
thinking of you,
each cell of my body screwing itself
in lonely ecstasy - I can tell you
how I will walk past the shops
cradling this new acquisition of Love against
my stomach.
I give you its pulse: the yolk of my anatomy.
I would give you the earth if I had
but have so little, much less than myself no more
than the print of two human creatures
coiled together in a bed somewhere
and when I walk to work I can tell you how
my body still remembers being a groove of a coil
as it once coiled against the indent of your hip
and I will always walk as if you walked beside me,
always sleep as if you slept by me,
and I will always breathe as if the air
came from your mouth.