Dear Lord.
Man. I need a new hobby. One that doesn't suck up my life like writing fanfiction does. I just finished my House/Wilson Christmas fic and I'm so stoked, but mostly tired because it's been wearing me out all day.
There were times I sat and looked at my computer and willed it to finish the story for me. I get so irritated because I see everything I write like it's a movie in my head. And I know exactly what's happening--their body language, facial expressions, inflection. But I feel like so much of it gets lost in translation. And it kills me so I'm never satisfied with how things turn out. Because the movie is so perfect. In this most recent fic, only two moments stand up to the way I had it in my mind, and that was the end of the first scene and the end of the last scene. Which I guess makes sense...rounds out my story nicely, but man. There were so many good little moments in there and I feel like I haven't done them the justice they need. Damn my overactive imagination.
I don't know if anyone else ever writes and this happens, but it happens to me ALL the time. I have a plot set out in my mind. A certian vision. And I sit down to write it and something else happens that I didn't mean for it to. One of the characters will do or say something and I'll look at what I've just typed and go "Huh. That changes things." And I COULD erase it, but I can't because its usually good. Like this: green bean casserole. I don't know how, but it somehow beacame a central idea in my fic. House wouldn't let it go. So my plot changed slighty to encompass the green bean casserole. I kid you not. This actually appears in my fic:
House shifted and his cane ended up on Wilson’s toes. Wilson glared. “Sorry!” House said, putting a hand to his mouth. “How terrible of me.”
Wilson kicked back the rest of his drink. “This is about the casserole, isn’t it?”
“You hurt my soul, James Wilson.”
I need to sleep before my brain leaks out my ears.
~Tarasita
P.S. Also, I now have an unbelievable craving for green bean casserole. I don't know if I can wait until Christmas.
There were times I sat and looked at my computer and willed it to finish the story for me. I get so irritated because I see everything I write like it's a movie in my head. And I know exactly what's happening--their body language, facial expressions, inflection. But I feel like so much of it gets lost in translation. And it kills me so I'm never satisfied with how things turn out. Because the movie is so perfect. In this most recent fic, only two moments stand up to the way I had it in my mind, and that was the end of the first scene and the end of the last scene. Which I guess makes sense...rounds out my story nicely, but man. There were so many good little moments in there and I feel like I haven't done them the justice they need. Damn my overactive imagination.
I don't know if anyone else ever writes and this happens, but it happens to me ALL the time. I have a plot set out in my mind. A certian vision. And I sit down to write it and something else happens that I didn't mean for it to. One of the characters will do or say something and I'll look at what I've just typed and go "Huh. That changes things." And I COULD erase it, but I can't because its usually good. Like this: green bean casserole. I don't know how, but it somehow beacame a central idea in my fic. House wouldn't let it go. So my plot changed slighty to encompass the green bean casserole. I kid you not. This actually appears in my fic:
House shifted and his cane ended up on Wilson’s toes. Wilson glared. “Sorry!” House said, putting a hand to his mouth. “How terrible of me.”
Wilson kicked back the rest of his drink. “This is about the casserole, isn’t it?”
“You hurt my soul, James Wilson.”
I need to sleep before my brain leaks out my ears.
~Tarasita
P.S. Also, I now have an unbelievable craving for green bean casserole. I don't know if I can wait until Christmas.