I'm writing a fic...
I got the MOST RANDOM IDEA EVER the day before yesterday. I was listening to the radio and I listen to either the local classic rock station or (when it randomly stops working for hours at a time, no this isn't unusual) a rock station out of a city about 50 miles from here. The song that I was singing along to was "Pride and Joy" by Stevie Ray Vaughan and I was thinking (yes while singing) about how much I fucking LOVE blues guitar and then BOOM!
I was hit with the mental image of TommyJoe Ratliff playing a guitar in an old, smokey blues joint then suddenly I was like 'oh, that's a good idea, a fic where Tommy is the adopted white son of a black family that deals with all the issues of his peers at work thinking he's a racist like them!' .... then by the time I got home I'd worked out this entire story set in the summer of 1964 where Tommy is what I described above- mother found an abandoned baby and kept him and he grew up in a black family at a time when there wasn't segregation where he lived (california) but a lot of racism was still there and being just as 'lily white' as racist establishments, people always assume he's just as much of a dick as they are and he's been getting in trouble his whole life because of this deep-seated anger at people who treat his family like shit cause they're black.
Only in order to add in the beloved slash part, he meets Adam- a college student anti-war protesting, sexual liberation minded, OPENLY (well, okay 'openly'ish) gay man when they end up thrown in the same cell after getting arrested at seperate incidents. The fic follows them from the day after the Civil Rights Act of 1964 is passed as they have this life-changing, mind-opening summer romance. I won't say what happens or how it ends (OBVIOUSLY! You have to read it!) but I've spent basically all my free time the last TWO DAYS doing research for this, right down to learning what Draft Cards looked like (protests often included college kids burning theirs so I HAD to know) and making myself a playlist of songs that are bluesy and/or are atmospheric to the Vietnam War (for example, one of the songs is "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival) even if only 2 of the songs on my (admittedly short) playlist existed yet in 1964.
Thoughts? Comments? "EW WHY DONT YOU STOP WRITING YOU SUCK!"s?
IM FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS FIC! Generally fics that smack me like a skillet to the face end up being epic endeavors!
I was hit with the mental image of TommyJoe Ratliff playing a guitar in an old, smokey blues joint then suddenly I was like 'oh, that's a good idea, a fic where Tommy is the adopted white son of a black family that deals with all the issues of his peers at work thinking he's a racist like them!' .... then by the time I got home I'd worked out this entire story set in the summer of 1964 where Tommy is what I described above- mother found an abandoned baby and kept him and he grew up in a black family at a time when there wasn't segregation where he lived (california) but a lot of racism was still there and being just as 'lily white' as racist establishments, people always assume he's just as much of a dick as they are and he's been getting in trouble his whole life because of this deep-seated anger at people who treat his family like shit cause they're black.
Only in order to add in the beloved slash part, he meets Adam- a college student anti-war protesting, sexual liberation minded, OPENLY (well, okay 'openly'ish) gay man when they end up thrown in the same cell after getting arrested at seperate incidents. The fic follows them from the day after the Civil Rights Act of 1964 is passed as they have this life-changing, mind-opening summer romance. I won't say what happens or how it ends (OBVIOUSLY! You have to read it!) but I've spent basically all my free time the last TWO DAYS doing research for this, right down to learning what Draft Cards looked like (protests often included college kids burning theirs so I HAD to know) and making myself a playlist of songs that are bluesy and/or are atmospheric to the Vietnam War (for example, one of the songs is "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival) even if only 2 of the songs on my (admittedly short) playlist existed yet in 1964.
Thoughts? Comments? "EW WHY DONT YOU STOP WRITING YOU SUCK!"s?
IM FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS FIC! Generally fics that smack me like a skillet to the face end up being epic endeavors!