Mary-Jane Bright and Personal Canon
Hiya!
So I'm trying to write the second chapter of Mary-Jane for my Creative Writing assignment. And it's not going well. Last night inspiration struck and I just wrote without thinking. I was hoping that would happen again today. But alas. The problem with this novel is how detailed it is. I'm writing a person's entire life, and that takes a lot of effort. Ideally, I wouldn't write any more until I'd got her timeline sorted out. But I have no other ideas for my assignment, so here it is.
Can you guys help? I'm torn - should I write it chronologically or thematically (ie: each chapter focussing on a part of her life, eg: music career, family etc)? Should I include talking heads like in other documentaries?
Dilemma.
Also, I wanted to change the ending of Untold Fairytale after researching Lindsey because I HATE WHAT THEY DID TO HIM IN NOT FADE AWAY. And S5 in general. Reading the S2 scripts I realise they totally didn't do him justice. And they totally spoiled the perfect ending with Lindsey driving away and Angel sticking "cops suck" to his truck. Also, I think Angel having him killed was totally out of character. First of all, he's human. Second, Lindsey doesn't like Wolfram and Hart after what they did to him - he left of his own accord, remember? Thirdly, he didn't NEED to die. UGH.
Anyway, instead of changing the ending, because it's already posted and I like how I ended it, here's my personal canon ficlet on what I think happened next.
Personal Canon Ficlet: Eve/Lindsey
Eve stands at the edge of destruction, watching her life's work burn. God, she can't wait to get the hell out of LA. Full of lies, corruption... And sure, that was fun once, but she's so goddam tired now. There's just one more thing she has to do.
Eve picks through the rubble of her lover's last stand, blood painting the walls. She knew this was coming, should have been prepared. But the fear still pulls at her. What if it didn't work? What if Angel had double played them?
Repressing tears Eve wrenches the debris away. She has to find him. Has to. The love they shared still burns inside her, and she knows she'll die if it ever fades away. Finally, her hands torn and bloodied, she uncovers first an arm, then a chest... Gulping, she pulls Lindsey out of the wreckage, thunder crashing ominously outside. Her breath catches as his eyelids flutter, and she presses a hand to the bloody holes in his shirt.
"Hey baby," he croaks. "Miss me?"
She frowns, hurt. "This isn't a time for jokes. Are you... did it work?"
Lindsey chuckles and heaves himself up. "A glamour's a glamour sweetie. Blood should fade in a sec. God, I'm glad I kept this vest though..." He pulls apart his shirt to reveal the teflar underneath. "Good catch there, by the way. Shoulda known Angel'd double cross me. He never was one for playin' fair."
Relief courses through Eve, but she doesn't show it. "The city's falling apart. We have to leave before the Partners bring down hell."
"I know, I remember the plan. You got the truck?"
Eve sighs. That bucket of bolts. She's never liked it, but he has an odd attachment to it. "It's outside. Can you walk?"
Lindsey nods, and she helps him up.
As the city burns, no-one notices a small truck whirl away, disappearing secretly into the night.
Hope you enjoyed that! Now it's off to work again :S I'll post this to a few comms when I get back.
~Lili
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So I'm trying to write the second chapter of Mary-Jane for my Creative Writing assignment. And it's not going well. Last night inspiration struck and I just wrote without thinking. I was hoping that would happen again today. But alas. The problem with this novel is how detailed it is. I'm writing a person's entire life, and that takes a lot of effort. Ideally, I wouldn't write any more until I'd got her timeline sorted out. But I have no other ideas for my assignment, so here it is.
Can you guys help? I'm torn - should I write it chronologically or thematically (ie: each chapter focussing on a part of her life, eg: music career, family etc)? Should I include talking heads like in other documentaries?
Dilemma.
Also, I wanted to change the ending of Untold Fairytale after researching Lindsey because I HATE WHAT THEY DID TO HIM IN NOT FADE AWAY. And S5 in general. Reading the S2 scripts I realise they totally didn't do him justice. And they totally spoiled the perfect ending with Lindsey driving away and Angel sticking "cops suck" to his truck. Also, I think Angel having him killed was totally out of character. First of all, he's human. Second, Lindsey doesn't like Wolfram and Hart after what they did to him - he left of his own accord, remember? Thirdly, he didn't NEED to die. UGH.
Anyway, instead of changing the ending, because it's already posted and I like how I ended it, here's my personal canon ficlet on what I think happened next.
Personal Canon Ficlet: Eve/Lindsey
Eve stands at the edge of destruction, watching her life's work burn. God, she can't wait to get the hell out of LA. Full of lies, corruption... And sure, that was fun once, but she's so goddam tired now. There's just one more thing she has to do.
Eve picks through the rubble of her lover's last stand, blood painting the walls. She knew this was coming, should have been prepared. But the fear still pulls at her. What if it didn't work? What if Angel had double played them?
Repressing tears Eve wrenches the debris away. She has to find him. Has to. The love they shared still burns inside her, and she knows she'll die if it ever fades away. Finally, her hands torn and bloodied, she uncovers first an arm, then a chest... Gulping, she pulls Lindsey out of the wreckage, thunder crashing ominously outside. Her breath catches as his eyelids flutter, and she presses a hand to the bloody holes in his shirt.
"Hey baby," he croaks. "Miss me?"
She frowns, hurt. "This isn't a time for jokes. Are you... did it work?"
Lindsey chuckles and heaves himself up. "A glamour's a glamour sweetie. Blood should fade in a sec. God, I'm glad I kept this vest though..." He pulls apart his shirt to reveal the teflar underneath. "Good catch there, by the way. Shoulda known Angel'd double cross me. He never was one for playin' fair."
Relief courses through Eve, but she doesn't show it. "The city's falling apart. We have to leave before the Partners bring down hell."
"I know, I remember the plan. You got the truck?"
Eve sighs. That bucket of bolts. She's never liked it, but he has an odd attachment to it. "It's outside. Can you walk?"
Lindsey nods, and she helps him up.
As the city burns, no-one notices a small truck whirl away, disappearing secretly into the night.
Hope you enjoyed that! Now it's off to work again :S I'll post this to a few comms when I get back.
~Lili
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