I've been ambushed by narrative
Hello friends. Still here, still working a ridiculous amount out in the world and doing laundry three times a week. I'm here to talk about writing, tho, the kind that happens when one hasn't really written much in a year, and then...there it is.
My Steve/Danny post-canon story (H50) is up to 8,500 9,423 10,200 words. I'm not sure what's happening here. I've barely written anything not work-related in a year. Not to mention, usually I love 'em and leave 'em where fandoms are concerned, and when I actually move on from a fandom, I give away the discs, delete the unfinished stories, and I never give a backwards glance. That happened with H50 about five years ago. But for some reason, H50 crept back in like a puppy that was banished to the floor at bedtime and when I woke up in the morning, it was sleeping on top of me being all cute and making me feel things against my will. I feel an immense drive to finish this story, even if there are 400 stories just like it. I don't care. Something about that series finale really struck a chord in me.
I know I'm not the only one, because when I went to Spotify and made a playlist for all my McDanno feels, many of the additional songs Spotify gently suggested to me seemed perfect, and also drawn from the collective angst of fandom about That Thing Steve Do. *g* So now I'm listening to that while I'm fixing it. Danny is a lot easier to write - well, he was in 2011, when last I wrote them. But they've both grown up quite a lot in a decade, and here I am, all the way in Steve's brain, peeling it slowly. It's not a bad way to spend my free time. That, and eating frosted cherry pop tarts for lunch with a glass of beer.
Hope you are all well and staying safe. <3
My Steve/Danny post-canon story (H50) is up to 8,500 9,423 10,200 words. I'm not sure what's happening here. I've barely written anything not work-related in a year. Not to mention, usually I love 'em and leave 'em where fandoms are concerned, and when I actually move on from a fandom, I give away the discs, delete the unfinished stories, and I never give a backwards glance. That happened with H50 about five years ago. But for some reason, H50 crept back in like a puppy that was banished to the floor at bedtime and when I woke up in the morning, it was sleeping on top of me being all cute and making me feel things against my will. I feel an immense drive to finish this story, even if there are 400 stories just like it. I don't care. Something about that series finale really struck a chord in me.
I know I'm not the only one, because when I went to Spotify and made a playlist for all my McDanno feels, many of the additional songs Spotify gently suggested to me seemed perfect, and also drawn from the collective angst of fandom about That Thing Steve Do. *g* So now I'm listening to that while I'm fixing it. Danny is a lot easier to write - well, he was in 2011, when last I wrote them. But they've both grown up quite a lot in a decade, and here I am, all the way in Steve's brain, peeling it slowly. It's not a bad way to spend my free time. That, and eating frosted cherry pop tarts for lunch with a glass of beer.
Hope you are all well and staying safe. <3