WILFRED. D': Gauche though it is, I remember encountering this for the first time during A-levels. He's magnificent. [I still feel guilty for writing fic about him].
I mean. knife-skewed/decreptitude, for fuck's sake. WILF. :(
Because he ... I don't know. Because for Wilf poetry was like THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED. He didn't have everything else to concentrate on (I mean, let's face it, you pretty much are the Renaissance with boobs).
WOOOHOOOOO! Self-imposed fic-reading exhile ends soon? ALSO THE FIC. EEE.
...that is perhaps my favourite thing anyone has EVER SAID ABOUT ME.
The next scene is one I have been looking forward to writing, but it's proving incredibly tricky to join the disparate bits together. Although:
He was hoping that this would be uncomplicated, symbolic; this deep in anyone's dreams, everything can be a symbol one way or another. But when she lowers herself back onto the flats of her feet and the kiss breaks, they gaze at each other for a period of time that Arthur recognises as dangerous.
Ariadne's throat moves as she swallows.
"It's fucking alarming the way you look at people sometimes," she says. "Like you're taking them apart."
Well, that is not quite true, I have decided on at least five occasions that I am going to write! a novel-length! original! story! and failed spectacularly.
I have come to terms with the fact that EVERYONE in this story is a hypocrite. Arthur's voice keeps omitting things from the narrative, which is not quite lying, but it comes close. It's basically a story about secrets and you never actually find out what his ARE, because by the end he hasn't even admitted them to the people he loves, so why would he admit them to you?
Yes, by the time I'm 65 I will have maybe figured out how to write plot.
Hmm hmm what else can I show you. I think you've seen most everything worth reading at this point. I'm in one of those unproductive stages where I fretfully reread my favourite scenes and poke the wording. Someone needs to take the hall-of-mirrors scene away from me.
Put the hall scene down and concentrate on getting the barebones of one of the four missing ones out - you can poke it again after a beta's been at it.
I mean. knife-skewed/decreptitude, for fuck's sake. WILF. :(
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Del Del Del I finally finished the FUCKING HEATHER SCENE. Only four more scenes to go. I would chew my hand off if it would get this finished faster.
I can't believe I suggested Arthur/Billy Prior before I even knew that Tom Hardy was the guy in your Billy icon.
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WOOOHOOOOO! Self-imposed fic-reading exhile ends soon? ALSO THE FIC. EEE.
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The next scene is one I have been looking forward to writing, but it's proving incredibly tricky to join the disparate bits together. Although:
He was hoping that this would be uncomplicated, symbolic; this deep in anyone's dreams, everything can be a symbol one way or another. But when she lowers herself back onto the flats of her feet and the kiss breaks, they gaze at each other for a period of time that Arthur recognises as dangerous.
Ariadne's throat moves as she swallows.
"It's fucking alarming the way you look at people sometimes," she says. "Like you're taking them apart."
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ARIADNE. YOU HYPOCRITE.
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I have come to terms with the fact that EVERYONE in this story is a hypocrite. Arthur's voice keeps omitting things from the narrative, which is not quite lying, but it comes close. It's basically a story about secrets and you never actually find out what his ARE, because by the end he hasn't even admitted them to the people he loves, so why would he admit them to you?
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WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY I AM GOING TO LOVE IT, I THINK. Nrgh unreliable narrator nrrrgh liars nrrgh. Etc etc. <3 Right up my alley.
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Hmm hmm what else can I show you. I think you've seen most everything worth reading at this point. I'm in one of those unproductive stages where I fretfully reread my favourite scenes and poke the wording. Someone needs to take the hall-of-mirrors scene away from me.
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