Deluge of Fic!

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(*deep breath*)

Okay. This is a very no-frills post, because honestly I'm half-asleep and hardly trust myself to put one word in front of the other.

As some of you know, and some don't, pandoraculpa (that wicked, clever gal) is running a very nifty shiny fanfic challenge for those as wanted to play. Rather than explain the whole gist of the thing (having

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Oh lord, trust me, I need the practice (for evidence, please note the continued absence of a sketch for the 6th prompt piece, because it has imploded on me nine times already).

I so, so, so hope you'll keep this challenge going, even if nobody else can play, and even though my motives are fairly selfish, because if nothing else, NANASF has been like a mission of mercy to me. For that first run, I found myself motivated to a degree I haven't been able to reach in a long time, and it was just--wow--such a relief to have new ideas being sparked from the outside. And though I thought through each piece carefully, it was so much less effort than writing has been in a while, and so much more fun! A lot less self-critique in the process, and a lot less of taking a decent idea and smashing it into the dirt with nitpicking, which is what I tend to do when left to my own devices.

This reply is less than coherent, I know. Currently writing around a whinging, nagging, all-day headache, but I couldn't put off thanking you for your wonderful response anymore, and hopefully helping to re-charge your enthusiasm for the challenge by telling you that I LOVE THIS GAME AND PLS CAN WE PLAY SOME MORE?

Truly, I feel this is the perfect sort of writing activity right now. I'm dying to break from my rut of long, painful, drawn-out stories that collapse under their own weight, and learn how to sketch again. Learn how to just throw the ideas out there, love the words, but keep it simple. And the only way to do that, I think, is to have some structure imposed from the outside, forcing me to stay focused.

Y'know, I probably never would've taken Kasanoda out to play (and man, I just adore him), if it weren't for that particular prompt of yours. And I've had Mori wandering around in my head for weeks, but was at a loss about what to do with him (besides coddle and snuggle him and maybe get his shirt off at some point in my head).

The only way I could've gone anywhere near that Beach Episode scene, was with the strict limit of 100 words, and one strong emotion. I've wanted to play around in the subtext of that scene ever since I first saw it, but jesus, it's intimidating! Just thinking about it gave me this deer-in-the-headlights feeling; all coherent thought vanished. Yet somehow, focusing on only the barest basics of the scene made it approachable. Still not ready to write drabbles for fun (that one was five hours of wordsmithing and hair-pulling), but for the first time, I could understand the drabble's potential as a process-tool.

As far as Apocalyptic!Tonks, I have no earthly idea where the hell that came from, or what it belongs to, or anything. It was just a gloom and ruination kinda day, I guess. (Or maybe Tonks is still pissed at me for blowing up her flat. Who knows.)

Anyway, let's keep this thing going, okay? This is a good season for fresh, fun new ideas, and for just romping around and having a good time with it.

(c'mon, take the turnoff for Mescal Springs with me. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!)