that's a hell of a hello
The problem with taking something that is basically fantasy/id-fic and turning it into something that will actually work as a story for other people to read isn't just leaching it of a lot of its fantasy/id-sparking power by nailing down all the details, but also having to put it in some kind of narrative frame where it makes sense in ways that are more than, "dear god, that's hot."
Thankfully, I have
angelgazing to tell me how to do it with this particular story. I don't even know, but I feel like no matter what I do with this story, it's just going to be a giant case of "my id, let me show you it." I mean, I'm not going to let that stop me, but still. I'm thinking about it way more than I have in a long time.
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If I see this commercial for Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close again, I am going to punch someone. But it does remind me of a moment I really liked in last night's Fringe: the way Lincoln jerked to a shocked halt at the site of the Twin Towers still standing on the other side.
I also have a hard time getting onboard with a lot of the criticism of this season's Fringe, not because I don't see things wrong, but because I have reached a stage where I love all Olivias, so I don't feel alienated from her this season. I just want her, and Altlivia, and every other Olivia to just be happy. I mean, I'm not saying that there couldn't be a universe where I didn't love Olivia? But it hasn't happened yet.
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On the other hand, I could stand to see the commercial for Haywire a little more. Good lord, I hope it's as awesome as it looks, and she just beats the crap out of every guy in her way.
And also the Red Tails commercial. Please don't suck!
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That page 45-love life meme made me think of this poem:
Elegy For My Sex Life
Goodbye, closing credits and kissing
till the lights came up.
Farewell, feathers and patchouli, slowdancing and waterbeds,
which I worshipped like Stations of the Cross.
Stickiness and soapslide, all that gliding and lingering:
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Adios, palm-ache and saddle-ache and you, too, rugburn.
Au revoir, opera gloves, black satin swallowing the elbow,
toasts and braggadocio, pearls sliding
from their silky thread.
Goodbye, sheer persimmon shawl
and "That’s a hell of a hello:"
So long, frontseat, against-the-wall, on-the-stairs.
How I'll miss you, backdoor and garter belts,
hosannas of gratitude and hymns of praise.
Can I hide my myrrh like a Magdalene?
Jasmine and cinnamon, wildest honey:
perfumes I won't break at your feet.
~Karen Kovacik
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I have been writing a lot of porn lately. I wonder what's up with that, but I don't want it to stop, so I'm not going to examine it too closely. I feel like I had my usual year-end writing malaise from the end of 2010 through the first few months of 2011, so I am going to ride this good writing brain, this first flush of fandom love, as far as I possibly can.
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/420461.html.
people have commented there.
Thankfully, I have
angelgazing to tell me how to do it with this particular story. I don't even know, but I feel like no matter what I do with this story, it's just going to be a giant case of "my id, let me show you it." I mean, I'm not going to let that stop me, but still. I'm thinking about it way more than I have in a long time.
*
If I see this commercial for Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close again, I am going to punch someone. But it does remind me of a moment I really liked in last night's Fringe: the way Lincoln jerked to a shocked halt at the site of the Twin Towers still standing on the other side.
I also have a hard time getting onboard with a lot of the criticism of this season's Fringe, not because I don't see things wrong, but because I have reached a stage where I love all Olivias, so I don't feel alienated from her this season. I just want her, and Altlivia, and every other Olivia to just be happy. I mean, I'm not saying that there couldn't be a universe where I didn't love Olivia? But it hasn't happened yet.
*
On the other hand, I could stand to see the commercial for Haywire a little more. Good lord, I hope it's as awesome as it looks, and she just beats the crap out of every guy in her way.
And also the Red Tails commercial. Please don't suck!
*
That page 45-love life meme made me think of this poem:
Elegy For My Sex Life
Goodbye, closing credits and kissing
till the lights came up.
Farewell, feathers and patchouli, slowdancing and waterbeds,
which I worshipped like Stations of the Cross.
Stickiness and soapslide, all that gliding and lingering:
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Adios, palm-ache and saddle-ache and you, too, rugburn.
Au revoir, opera gloves, black satin swallowing the elbow,
toasts and braggadocio, pearls sliding
from their silky thread.
Goodbye, sheer persimmon shawl
and "That’s a hell of a hello:"
So long, frontseat, against-the-wall, on-the-stairs.
How I'll miss you, backdoor and garter belts,
hosannas of gratitude and hymns of praise.
Can I hide my myrrh like a Magdalene?
Jasmine and cinnamon, wildest honey:
perfumes I won't break at your feet.
~Karen Kovacik
*
I have been writing a lot of porn lately. I wonder what's up with that, but I don't want it to stop, so I'm not going to examine it too closely. I feel like I had my usual year-end writing malaise from the end of 2010 through the first few months of 2011, so I am going to ride this good writing brain, this first flush of fandom love, as far as I possibly can.
*
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/420461.html.
people have commented there.