Oh holy shit
6499 words for NaNoWriMo.
Dunno what it's going to amount to, but it's something, right? With my work schedule, I don't know if I'll make the 50k. I just know I'm proud enough knowing that I started something and blasted through four days' worth of writing in one.
It's certainly not fanfiction, however, so I know that not many of you guys will read it. You all know me and my desires to write offbeat, taboo, novel things....this one is probably one of the most of all of those categories combined.
Very sadly, or unfortunately (? something...I'm worked out of words for the moment lol), I think that the world of fanfiction, unless it's just a passing flight of naughty fancy (even if I've not written a smutty oneshot since the days when Leigh and I collaborated), is kind of behind me. It's not that I don't love the fandom, but that I've been so immersed in the fandom that I find little to eke out of it, as far as my own talents are concerned. I've seen sci-fi and fantasy, post-apocalyptic scenarios and historical fiction, action and suspense, horror, comedy, realism and ridiculousness, thought provoking and silly.
Through it I've seen our boys held as hostages and kept as slaves, pillaging the Caribbean and held piteously in a concentration camp from hellish alternate universes. I've seen them vampires and ghosts, suicidal and pious. I've seen them mutilated and abused and killed. I've seen them as good people and evil ones, as psychotic nuts and intern doctors. Dancers and cooks, jailbirds and porn directors (and stars).
I'm so thankful for this fandom, but I can only do so much with the same characters. I can only do so much especially with such normal-seeming characters. For months now, a new person has been forming in my head. Someone different and odd and distinctly their own. I can't just slap a familiar name and face on this one, it will not allow it, and I cannot feasibly see it.
So, when the time comes, I do hope a couple of you will read it.
Until then,
Me
p.s. it's not like I get the spark enough to start anything much anymore anyway, right?
Dunno what it's going to amount to, but it's something, right? With my work schedule, I don't know if I'll make the 50k. I just know I'm proud enough knowing that I started something and blasted through four days' worth of writing in one.
It's certainly not fanfiction, however, so I know that not many of you guys will read it. You all know me and my desires to write offbeat, taboo, novel things....this one is probably one of the most of all of those categories combined.
Very sadly, or unfortunately (? something...I'm worked out of words for the moment lol), I think that the world of fanfiction, unless it's just a passing flight of naughty fancy (even if I've not written a smutty oneshot since the days when Leigh and I collaborated), is kind of behind me. It's not that I don't love the fandom, but that I've been so immersed in the fandom that I find little to eke out of it, as far as my own talents are concerned. I've seen sci-fi and fantasy, post-apocalyptic scenarios and historical fiction, action and suspense, horror, comedy, realism and ridiculousness, thought provoking and silly.
Through it I've seen our boys held as hostages and kept as slaves, pillaging the Caribbean and held piteously in a concentration camp from hellish alternate universes. I've seen them vampires and ghosts, suicidal and pious. I've seen them mutilated and abused and killed. I've seen them as good people and evil ones, as psychotic nuts and intern doctors. Dancers and cooks, jailbirds and porn directors (and stars).
I'm so thankful for this fandom, but I can only do so much with the same characters. I can only do so much especially with such normal-seeming characters. For months now, a new person has been forming in my head. Someone different and odd and distinctly their own. I can't just slap a familiar name and face on this one, it will not allow it, and I cannot feasibly see it.
So, when the time comes, I do hope a couple of you will read it.
Until then,
Me
p.s. it's not like I get the spark enough to start anything much anymore anyway, right?