you know you're my saving grace
oh my god. this cookleta fic is. like. it is MELTING MY BRAAAIN.
cause. it's like, you have this sudden flashbangwallop of an idea and you're like, hey, that's the best idea anyone has actually ever had, or at least the best one i have ever had, and you're ridiculously over-enthusiastic about it for let's say a month, cracking open your cutesy spiral bound notebook every time you have a spare five minutes to write like another sparkling and witty sentence of this thing which has suddenly become connected to every song you hear on the radio or every book/story you read in the meantime. you have created a playlist. you have told your writing friends about this story, which will be the making of you. you, on occasion, have inspirational dreams about it.
and then, after around a month of general fic-writing insanity, you realise one utterly undeniable truth:
this fic is kicking your butt.
you realise that:
a) you don't know enough about america to write a fic that takes places entirely in the delightful US of A
b) to do it properly you are going to have to write something longer than you have ever written before - to the tune of 20 000 words, it's looking like
c) you don't have a beta
d) all the music you associate with your fic is trite/predictable/sentimental crap that you pray nobody ever finds out you listen to
e) it is actually an entirely unoriginal idea that everyone in fandom has done before at some point. probably the point before they actually got good.
so. THIS IS WHERE MY BRAIN IS AT RIGHT NOW. argh.
and it's frustrating cause i really do think it could be good, if i could do it properly, if i had enough time, if i wasn't rushed off my feet, if a million other things. sigh. i will get there eventually! probably
i am off to see 'a single man' now so hopefully the lovely colin firth will be adorable as ever and will cheer me up :)
cause. it's like, you have this sudden flashbangwallop of an idea and you're like, hey, that's the best idea anyone has actually ever had, or at least the best one i have ever had, and you're ridiculously over-enthusiastic about it for let's say a month, cracking open your cutesy spiral bound notebook every time you have a spare five minutes to write like another sparkling and witty sentence of this thing which has suddenly become connected to every song you hear on the radio or every book/story you read in the meantime. you have created a playlist. you have told your writing friends about this story, which will be the making of you. you, on occasion, have inspirational dreams about it.
and then, after around a month of general fic-writing insanity, you realise one utterly undeniable truth:
this fic is kicking your butt.
you realise that:
a) you don't know enough about america to write a fic that takes places entirely in the delightful US of A
b) to do it properly you are going to have to write something longer than you have ever written before - to the tune of 20 000 words, it's looking like
c) you don't have a beta
d) all the music you associate with your fic is trite/predictable/sentimental crap that you pray nobody ever finds out you listen to
e) it is actually an entirely unoriginal idea that everyone in fandom has done before at some point. probably the point before they actually got good.
so. THIS IS WHERE MY BRAIN IS AT RIGHT NOW. argh.
and it's frustrating cause i really do think it could be good, if i could do it properly, if i had enough time, if i wasn't rushed off my feet, if a million other things. sigh. i will get there eventually! probably
i am off to see 'a single man' now so hopefully the lovely colin firth will be adorable as ever and will cheer me up :)