but I am wayfaring and recently wrecked
Wow. Getting a full eight hours of sleep makes me feel like a fully functioning human being. It happens so infrequently that I forget what it feels like. I should do it more often.
Work is... ugh. Starting tomorrow, we are heading into three weeks of various committee meetings, culminating in the board meeting at the end of the month, all of which I am coordinating, and I won't have much brain for anything else. *sigh*
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There was fic last night!
Han
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; spoilers through 5.01; pg; 945 words
The distance between your bed and Dean's is roughly eighteen inches.
I believe that makes me 52/151 on West Wing episode titles. Go me! Only 99 to go! *snerk*
This was not the story I intended to write when I sat down to write a coda for 5.01. I'm still writing that story, but it got more complicated and grew a plot that I will have to figure out how to write while canon bypasses me, and there was no way I was getting it done before Thursday, which was my goal.
This was a different story that I had the idea for (duh) - mostly I had the visual of the two beds in the motel room being really close together, and yet the distance between them was much too far to bridge. It was originally meant to be definitively Wincesty, but that, uh, didn't happen, not even in the flashback way I had been thinking of. (I did have four other people read it to make sure I really could label it gen. Before SPN, I never had these sorts of problems. I like spectralbovine's suggestion of the label "gencest", since that seems fitting for the types of stories I write in SPN, where the relationship stuff is so intense it really doesn't matter if they're having sex or not [and in my stories, they generally aren't, onscreen anyway, though you can totally read them as if they are], but I don't think it will catch on. *snerk*)
I couldn't get the story to coalesce, even around such a strong image, until I started it over in second person. Which makes me laugh. (hence my post the other night.) But third person just wouldn't come out right. It was like pulling teeth. Once I made the switch, it flowed pretty easily. Sam will have his way, I guess.
I am glad to finally have a story for this particular episode title, as well. I thought about using it for a post-NRftW Sam story, but that was too depressing. At least in this, both boys are still alive?
Last season, I found it really hard to get into Sam's head; I have a feeling this season I will be spending a lot more time there. We'll see how it goes, I guess.
In addition to the image of the motel beds, I was also inspired by this poem, and used a couple of lines from it as an end quote for the story:
I Would Remain by Night with You
I would remain by night with you
who, having held me once, wrapped everything I knew
into my sleeping body's hold and held fast and stayed.
You shuttled in sleep against me and away, not sleeping,
beached and exhausted by wine and rushes from
another life whose body my body meant to alter.
But I am wayfaring and recently wrecked;
I understand the cost of pulling free from what once loved you.
I would remain by night with you, if the night is clear enough
to see by, and the wind light enough to draw the stars
in the skin's skies open, and the waves you sensed
through the dress in the wind are real, and only mine.
~Joanna Klink
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For some reason, I am thirsty for ginger ale this morning. Weird. I hardly ever drink soda, though when I do it is usually of the non-cola variety (though I had a cherry coke at the movies on Saturday - it was both gross and delicious, much like the fake movie theatre butter on the popcorn). Maybe I will run down to the newsstand and buy a can. Ooh, I wonder if they have cream soda. That is my very favorite (Dr. Brown's diet cream soda *happy sigh*). Hmm...
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Work is... ugh. Starting tomorrow, we are heading into three weeks of various committee meetings, culminating in the board meeting at the end of the month, all of which I am coordinating, and I won't have much brain for anything else. *sigh*
***
There was fic last night!
Han
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; spoilers through 5.01; pg; 945 words
The distance between your bed and Dean's is roughly eighteen inches.
I believe that makes me 52/151 on West Wing episode titles. Go me! Only 99 to go! *snerk*
This was not the story I intended to write when I sat down to write a coda for 5.01. I'm still writing that story, but it got more complicated and grew a plot that I will have to figure out how to write while canon bypasses me, and there was no way I was getting it done before Thursday, which was my goal.
This was a different story that I had the idea for (duh) - mostly I had the visual of the two beds in the motel room being really close together, and yet the distance between them was much too far to bridge. It was originally meant to be definitively Wincesty, but that, uh, didn't happen, not even in the flashback way I had been thinking of. (I did have four other people read it to make sure I really could label it gen. Before SPN, I never had these sorts of problems. I like spectralbovine's suggestion of the label "gencest", since that seems fitting for the types of stories I write in SPN, where the relationship stuff is so intense it really doesn't matter if they're having sex or not [and in my stories, they generally aren't, onscreen anyway, though you can totally read them as if they are], but I don't think it will catch on. *snerk*)
I couldn't get the story to coalesce, even around such a strong image, until I started it over in second person. Which makes me laugh. (hence my post the other night.) But third person just wouldn't come out right. It was like pulling teeth. Once I made the switch, it flowed pretty easily. Sam will have his way, I guess.
I am glad to finally have a story for this particular episode title, as well. I thought about using it for a post-NRftW Sam story, but that was too depressing. At least in this, both boys are still alive?
Last season, I found it really hard to get into Sam's head; I have a feeling this season I will be spending a lot more time there. We'll see how it goes, I guess.
In addition to the image of the motel beds, I was also inspired by this poem, and used a couple of lines from it as an end quote for the story:
I Would Remain by Night with You
I would remain by night with you
who, having held me once, wrapped everything I knew
into my sleeping body's hold and held fast and stayed.
You shuttled in sleep against me and away, not sleeping,
beached and exhausted by wine and rushes from
another life whose body my body meant to alter.
But I am wayfaring and recently wrecked;
I understand the cost of pulling free from what once loved you.
I would remain by night with you, if the night is clear enough
to see by, and the wind light enough to draw the stars
in the skin's skies open, and the waves you sensed
through the dress in the wind are real, and only mine.
~Joanna Klink
***
For some reason, I am thirsty for ginger ale this morning. Weird. I hardly ever drink soda, though when I do it is usually of the non-cola variety (though I had a cherry coke at the movies on Saturday - it was both gross and delicious, much like the fake movie theatre butter on the popcorn). Maybe I will run down to the newsstand and buy a can. Ooh, I wonder if they have cream soda. That is my very favorite (Dr. Brown's diet cream soda *happy sigh*). Hmm...
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people have commented there.