Dr. Melpomene's Prescription
Other people take Prozac to fight depression, I, however, take something else entirely: Bishounen torture.
After the hideous weekend mentioned in the preceding friend's only post, I simply couldn't handle the Real World yesterday. So, I made a strategic decision to stay off line and just write all day. The end result is that "Karmic Backlash" is now 10,000+ words longer and growing more frightening with every new paragraph. Why "frightening"? Well, let's just say that the new WK angst epic that I was only semi-trying to avoid is attempting to get itself even farther into the gestation phase with this piece and I'm still not sure what will come of it.
All of that aside, the new material includes the flashback to the period three years in the past when Brad and Schu first met. [Please note: This is all my own fictional take on things. None of it's canon, obviously.] It covers a helluva lot of ground story-wise plus it includes that major hand-to-hand combat scene that I was so excited about writing. Creating fictional violence and bloodshed always makes my own life easier to take.
There is even the first honest conversation the two of them ever shared plus the obligatory veiled first lemon for them. This leaves Melpomene poised to write another confrontation between them but set in the present day and not involving fisticuffs. Hopefully it will end in a graceful segue into their first extended lemon from Erato, but graceful or not, there will be sex!
Finally!
I was starting to feel like I'd never get to the point where Brad and Schu were in bed together in one of my fics for anything other than cuddling---which they did in one of my older pieces, either Cold November Rain or Neutral Territory, I don't recall which right now. I also got to introduce a whole slew of new original characters and that's satisfying in and of itself. Oh, and I got to insert more about Nagi when he was just twelve and still willing to cry over Brad.
Let's see, what else was there?
I think there were lesbians and as many weird nationalities as I could fit in as I fleshed out my own version of Eszett's Swiss training and command facility.This meant lots of new names, ages, and motivations to keep track of not to mention all those endearing little quirks that make decent OC's worth caring about. Hmmm... wonder if any of them will end up like poor Sokoke did? I don't have a clue, so I will have to wait and see what Melpomene has up her dangerous little sleeve.
Years ago, I used to run quotes from my rough drafts to help give a hint of what the muses were crafting. But after writing too damned much to chose just one, here are two completely unrelated ones from our protagonists:
Schu: “Just because you know how I like my coffee doesn’t mean I won’t beat you down, asshole!”
Brad: "If I had a heart, I'd be touched."
Heheheh! Seeing them juxtaposed this way instead of very far apart in the narrative actually makes for a rather humorous exchange. Go figure.
There won't be more writing today, I'm afraid.
My brother the attorney and his crew are due in at my mom's place tonight, and I have to head over there in a bit to help get things ready for their arrival. Four more granddaughters in addition to the one already there ought to keep my mom out of my face, but it won't. After not going over there in the hopes of soothing my own frayed nerves as well as giving my sister a taste of the Alzheimer's nightmare that is my daily existence, I'll get some form of grief today for sure.
Speaking of grief, that's just what I gave myself at one point yesterday afternoon. I was trying to pull some heavy duty staples out of the bottom of my dining room table that had been left there since it was delivered last year and I screwed up. Put a lovely half-inch gash into the pad of my right thumb and it bled like a stuck pig for quite awhile. Ugh. Messy.
It hurts a fair amount now and I am belatedly wondering how long it's been since I had a tetanus booster. Probably too long. {sigh}
Then again, this is serving as a nice reminder that "Painful Lessons" could use a few additions inspired by this incident. When I wrote Gojyo cutting himself in the first chapter of that one, I didn't really recall how agonizing a cut like this could be, so this is a good time to make it more realistic. Maybe I'll work on that a little tonight after I get back from the DHoC.
In Memoriam: If he was still alive, today would have been my father's 75th birthday. Rest in Peace, man.
After the hideous weekend mentioned in the preceding friend's only post, I simply couldn't handle the Real World yesterday. So, I made a strategic decision to stay off line and just write all day. The end result is that "Karmic Backlash" is now 10,000+ words longer and growing more frightening with every new paragraph. Why "frightening"? Well, let's just say that the new WK angst epic that I was only semi-trying to avoid is attempting to get itself even farther into the gestation phase with this piece and I'm still not sure what will come of it.
All of that aside, the new material includes the flashback to the period three years in the past when Brad and Schu first met. [Please note: This is all my own fictional take on things. None of it's canon, obviously.] It covers a helluva lot of ground story-wise plus it includes that major hand-to-hand combat scene that I was so excited about writing. Creating fictional violence and bloodshed always makes my own life easier to take.
There is even the first honest conversation the two of them ever shared plus the obligatory veiled first lemon for them. This leaves Melpomene poised to write another confrontation between them but set in the present day and not involving fisticuffs. Hopefully it will end in a graceful segue into their first extended lemon from Erato, but graceful or not, there will be sex!
Finally!
I was starting to feel like I'd never get to the point where Brad and Schu were in bed together in one of my fics for anything other than cuddling---which they did in one of my older pieces, either Cold November Rain or Neutral Territory, I don't recall which right now. I also got to introduce a whole slew of new original characters and that's satisfying in and of itself. Oh, and I got to insert more about Nagi when he was just twelve and still willing to cry over Brad.
Let's see, what else was there?
I think there were lesbians and as many weird nationalities as I could fit in as I fleshed out my own version of Eszett's Swiss training and command facility.This meant lots of new names, ages, and motivations to keep track of not to mention all those endearing little quirks that make decent OC's worth caring about. Hmmm... wonder if any of them will end up like poor Sokoke did? I don't have a clue, so I will have to wait and see what Melpomene has up her dangerous little sleeve.
Years ago, I used to run quotes from my rough drafts to help give a hint of what the muses were crafting. But after writing too damned much to chose just one, here are two completely unrelated ones from our protagonists:
Schu: “Just because you know how I like my coffee doesn’t mean I won’t beat you down, asshole!”
Brad: "If I had a heart, I'd be touched."
Heheheh! Seeing them juxtaposed this way instead of very far apart in the narrative actually makes for a rather humorous exchange. Go figure.
There won't be more writing today, I'm afraid.
My brother the attorney and his crew are due in at my mom's place tonight, and I have to head over there in a bit to help get things ready for their arrival. Four more granddaughters in addition to the one already there ought to keep my mom out of my face, but it won't. After not going over there in the hopes of soothing my own frayed nerves as well as giving my sister a taste of the Alzheimer's nightmare that is my daily existence, I'll get some form of grief today for sure.
Speaking of grief, that's just what I gave myself at one point yesterday afternoon. I was trying to pull some heavy duty staples out of the bottom of my dining room table that had been left there since it was delivered last year and I screwed up. Put a lovely half-inch gash into the pad of my right thumb and it bled like a stuck pig for quite awhile. Ugh. Messy.
It hurts a fair amount now and I am belatedly wondering how long it's been since I had a tetanus booster. Probably too long. {sigh}
Then again, this is serving as a nice reminder that "Painful Lessons" could use a few additions inspired by this incident. When I wrote Gojyo cutting himself in the first chapter of that one, I didn't really recall how agonizing a cut like this could be, so this is a good time to make it more realistic. Maybe I'll work on that a little tonight after I get back from the DHoC.
In Memoriam: If he was still alive, today would have been my father's 75th birthday. Rest in Peace, man.