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After I finished my latest Birthdayverse piece, I figured I'd go take a bit of a break from it. And so far, I have. Not that I've gone very far. There's the Stand/Buffy piece that's still in the beta process, and now I've picked up the third Wes/Doyle story, which I started a while ago but never really proceeded with.
Which has led to a rather odd discovery.
See, I finished writing GWCTM nearly two years ago, and even though Doyle has featured in the Birthdayverse, I've always been very aware that it's not the real Doyle, just Angel's imaginary dead-but-there Doyle. And the very little amount of Doyle I've written for DI isn't the "real" one either.
This is the real Doyle - warped by his experiences, sure, but alive and canonverse.
And what I discovered is I can still get a heartache over Glenn Quinn's death.
Granted, it's a heartache-y kind of a plot, with death and detachment and all sorts of alternate season 3 fun. But I don't think that's the defining factor. This week, as opposed to last week, I get a heartache from watching Roseanne reruns.
(Roseanne at a gay wedding, to one of the grooms' mother: "At least you got a nice addition to the family. That's *my* son-in-law." Cut to Mark moving his hand to and fro above a lighter: "Ouch. Ouch. Ow-ouch." Groom's mother: "I'm terribly sorry." I laughed hysterically, then I went "Oh, Glenn..." This is not natural.)
Perhaps it will wear out when I get deeper into the story and tangled up in the "what the fuck happens next and why doesn't any of this make any *sense*!?" I hope it does. I don't want real life to bother my writing.
Which has led to a rather odd discovery.
See, I finished writing GWCTM nearly two years ago, and even though Doyle has featured in the Birthdayverse, I've always been very aware that it's not the real Doyle, just Angel's imaginary dead-but-there Doyle. And the very little amount of Doyle I've written for DI isn't the "real" one either.
This is the real Doyle - warped by his experiences, sure, but alive and canonverse.
And what I discovered is I can still get a heartache over Glenn Quinn's death.
Granted, it's a heartache-y kind of a plot, with death and detachment and all sorts of alternate season 3 fun. But I don't think that's the defining factor. This week, as opposed to last week, I get a heartache from watching Roseanne reruns.
(Roseanne at a gay wedding, to one of the grooms' mother: "At least you got a nice addition to the family. That's *my* son-in-law." Cut to Mark moving his hand to and fro above a lighter: "Ouch. Ouch. Ow-ouch." Groom's mother: "I'm terribly sorry." I laughed hysterically, then I went "Oh, Glenn..." This is not natural.)
Perhaps it will wear out when I get deeper into the story and tangled up in the "what the fuck happens next and why doesn't any of this make any *sense*!?" I hope it does. I don't want real life to bother my writing.