These women
I watched two episodes of Millennium yesterday, and I'm hanging on the egde of the cliff with Alias - two episodes left until the end of Season Two. And I'm pretty sure I know what happens. There were three things I knew begorehand going into Alias: 1. was that Syd's mother was a character, 2. was that there was a scene with Sloane in a white suit hugging a woman with a missing finger, and 3. was that sometime, Syd's going to lose two years. The previous two have happened, and I suspect Memory-Loss Syd is next. But about Millennium. Oh, Chris Carter, what are you thinking? There's no PLOT. It's like X-Files meets Law and Order, but without the real drama of the crimes, without the over-arching theme of Doubt/Belief, without, er, any theme at all. There's just Frank, who's psychically connected to serial killers, and a whole lot of baffling murders and not even any satisfying exposition.
And then! Then! There was this, from the episode, The Wild and the Innocent: "Sometimes I feel time slip like a heart beat, dear Angel." In a voice over. A woman's voice in a voice over. Er..... (Scully: I feel time like a heartbeat, the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning....) Oh, Chris Carter. You stand over here next to Aaron Sorkin and you two can talk yourselves out of breath, right?
I couldn't get to sleep last night and, because my brain is a strange place, it offered up the seeds of a Sirius story that I've been trying to write for a month now. One line spoken by Sirius, and that was it - that was the tone I was looking for. I scribbled the line down, forced my head back under the pillow, and finally fell asleep. And now I have to make an outline. I don't usually make outlines for stories, but this is Sirius, and I have a feeling I'm going to need one.
Nevermind the fact that I'm three days/three women behind in the September writing project. It's ok, though, because Abby's voice is floating around in my head, and I have an idea I'm going to force Jean into, regardless of how much she squirms, and then today is Andromeda, and I'm up to the challenge.
I know I haven't explained my reasons for this Multi-fandom Woman-A-Day ficlet randomness, and that's because they're not as meta as I hoped they'd be. I started off with the idea after getting pissed off several occasions in a row over the anti-Tonks stuff going around, and I had this Idea. I'd Do Something. But it turns out it's a lot harder to get all over someone when their response is, "Oh, don't get me wrong, I like her, but....." I feel like the rest of that sentence is that I like her, but not enough.
I feel like there are two fannish sides to me. I started watching Alias because it was good, and then sought out its fandom life. I didn't even know who Syd or Vaughn were before I got the DVDs. I started looking at the SG:A fandom because there was lots of buzz about it, and the show was interesting and right before BSG, and I saw the Sheppard/McKay because I was looking for it. Another example: Moody/Tonks versus Harry/Ron. One I saw on my own, one I was led to.
I'm easily influenced by popular opinion. I like who I like and I lavish my praise on them and write them when inspiration strikes, but I won't deny it's really nice to like a character or pairing that the rest of fandom adores. Because there are more stories, more enthusiasm, more icons, more meta - there's just *more*. And I fall into that easily. I fall into all the Guy/Guy madness, the true love, inevitable doom, opposites attract, total chemistry - on a space-island at sea, in a campaign head quarters, in a small farm town, in the wizarding afterlife.
And I just don't feel like we love the women as much as we could. That's as meta as I got. I suspected that the only reason I wasn't being inspired to write them was because I just wasn't giving them the attention. And so I thought I've give it a try. Hence, crazy September ficlets, which is really in need of a Master List.
But first, tea, and an english muffin with peanut butter.
And then! Then! There was this, from the episode, The Wild and the Innocent: "Sometimes I feel time slip like a heart beat, dear Angel." In a voice over. A woman's voice in a voice over. Er..... (Scully: I feel time like a heartbeat, the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning....) Oh, Chris Carter. You stand over here next to Aaron Sorkin and you two can talk yourselves out of breath, right?
I couldn't get to sleep last night and, because my brain is a strange place, it offered up the seeds of a Sirius story that I've been trying to write for a month now. One line spoken by Sirius, and that was it - that was the tone I was looking for. I scribbled the line down, forced my head back under the pillow, and finally fell asleep. And now I have to make an outline. I don't usually make outlines for stories, but this is Sirius, and I have a feeling I'm going to need one.
Nevermind the fact that I'm three days/three women behind in the September writing project. It's ok, though, because Abby's voice is floating around in my head, and I have an idea I'm going to force Jean into, regardless of how much she squirms, and then today is Andromeda, and I'm up to the challenge.
I know I haven't explained my reasons for this Multi-fandom Woman-A-Day ficlet randomness, and that's because they're not as meta as I hoped they'd be. I started off with the idea after getting pissed off several occasions in a row over the anti-Tonks stuff going around, and I had this Idea. I'd Do Something. But it turns out it's a lot harder to get all over someone when their response is, "Oh, don't get me wrong, I like her, but....." I feel like the rest of that sentence is that I like her, but not enough.
I feel like there are two fannish sides to me. I started watching Alias because it was good, and then sought out its fandom life. I didn't even know who Syd or Vaughn were before I got the DVDs. I started looking at the SG:A fandom because there was lots of buzz about it, and the show was interesting and right before BSG, and I saw the Sheppard/McKay because I was looking for it. Another example: Moody/Tonks versus Harry/Ron. One I saw on my own, one I was led to.
I'm easily influenced by popular opinion. I like who I like and I lavish my praise on them and write them when inspiration strikes, but I won't deny it's really nice to like a character or pairing that the rest of fandom adores. Because there are more stories, more enthusiasm, more icons, more meta - there's just *more*. And I fall into that easily. I fall into all the Guy/Guy madness, the true love, inevitable doom, opposites attract, total chemistry - on a space-island at sea, in a campaign head quarters, in a small farm town, in the wizarding afterlife.
And I just don't feel like we love the women as much as we could. That's as meta as I got. I suspected that the only reason I wasn't being inspired to write them was because I just wasn't giving them the attention. And so I thought I've give it a try. Hence, crazy September ficlets, which is really in need of a Master List.
But first, tea, and an english muffin with peanut butter.