Bad Muse. BAD. No Biscuit. Absolutely NO Biscuit.
Dear Self,
Please repeat after me:
I will not, will not succumb to this disturbingly persistant urge that's cropped up over the past week to write Beauty and the Beast fanfiction.
I have far, far too many fannish balls* in the air as it is right now, to the point where I'm on the verge of already being overwhelmed. And you know what I get when I try to multitask, particularly across fandoms: fail. Epic FAIL.
I have a perfectly lovely fic project of doom ongoing, that I should in fact be working on right now, instead of having to write this (slightly scitzoid) note to myself. So why don't we just focus on that then, hmm?
It doesn't matter that the canon's own universe immediately and beautifully lends itself to my hugeass "Redemption and MAAAAAGIC!!" story-telling kink. It doesn't matter that after approximately ten years of never properly rewatching the film, I've developed enough as a story analysist (and shed my "Automatically Delegated as Boring for Lack of Magical Powers" blinders) to pay attention and discover I can actually appreciate Gaston as a character. It doesn't matter that the canon itself never bothers to fill in what happens after the end of the first film (all the others are midquels or prequels).
And it definitely does not matter that the ol' VSS** is due for another flare-up.
Again, repeat after me: not gonna write for this, not gonna write for this, nope, definitely not gonna write for this.
I don't care if the roughly-plotted plunnie babies are offering up such tempting goodies as a total scary Magnificent Bastard of a villainess, a What the Hell Hero moment of epic pwnage, and several character-driven Crowning Moments of Awesome.
No, really. I don't.
Again, repeat after me: Just. Say. NO.
Thank you.
Now go and get some work done on your goddamned other fanfiction already.
No love, and much self-aggravation,
Corinne
*That's what she said.
**My self-diagnosed and discovered condition, a pesky little fangirlish affliction I like to call "Villain Sympathy Syndrome". I've been battling it for years. Sadly, both cure and treatment is currently beyond the powers of modern science.
Please repeat after me:
I will not, will not succumb to this disturbingly persistant urge that's cropped up over the past week to write Beauty and the Beast fanfiction.
I have far, far too many fannish balls* in the air as it is right now, to the point where I'm on the verge of already being overwhelmed. And you know what I get when I try to multitask, particularly across fandoms: fail. Epic FAIL.
I have a perfectly lovely fic project of doom ongoing, that I should in fact be working on right now, instead of having to write this (slightly scitzoid) note to myself. So why don't we just focus on that then, hmm?
It doesn't matter that the canon's own universe immediately and beautifully lends itself to my hugeass "Redemption and MAAAAAGIC!!" story-telling kink. It doesn't matter that after approximately ten years of never properly rewatching the film, I've developed enough as a story analysist (and shed my "Automatically Delegated as Boring for Lack of Magical Powers" blinders) to pay attention and discover I can actually appreciate Gaston as a character. It doesn't matter that the canon itself never bothers to fill in what happens after the end of the first film (all the others are midquels or prequels).
And it definitely does not matter that the ol' VSS** is due for another flare-up.
Again, repeat after me: not gonna write for this, not gonna write for this, nope, definitely not gonna write for this.
I don't care if the roughly-plotted plunnie babies are offering up such tempting goodies as a total scary Magnificent Bastard of a villainess, a What the Hell Hero moment of epic pwnage, and several character-driven Crowning Moments of Awesome.
No, really. I don't.
Again, repeat after me: Just. Say. NO.
Thank you.
Now go and get some work done on your goddamned other fanfiction already.
No love, and much self-aggravation,
Corinne
*That's what she said.
**My self-diagnosed and discovered condition, a pesky little fangirlish affliction I like to call "Villain Sympathy Syndrome". I've been battling it for years. Sadly, both cure and treatment is currently beyond the powers of modern science.