Finally put up
Leaving Eden on ff.net, although I think I will sorely regret doing so. All wording and barely any plot, and SO SO SHORT. D: It was just too tempting to write angst, after all of Yuffie's hyperactivity, and I haven't done anything completely through Vincent, except for some parts of Ethanol. I put it up mostly because I couldn't type anything new, and also because I think my brain is melting from computer radioactivity. Argh. This could be a transitional fic, or, or an AU - I always think of it as some sort of dream, a nightmare of happy endings (which Yuffie actually sort of alludes to in one chapter of Etiquette). I don't think it will ever be like this for them, but I grabbed at the idea anyway. That's the problem with writing for such HUGE fandoms, and for a pairing with SO MANY FICS under them (good fics to boot) - there will always be a line, an idea, a thing that has been done before. It's so hard to be original, and equally difficult not to be paranoid about originality. Sigh.
I'm not sure about memes yet, but I got tagged by
kytha some time ago to expound on my username. Anyway, I needed a good excuse to explain, to prove I'm not emo, since scratchmist is so emo. Ahaha. I have no one to tag back since I know what most friends' names mean, though, but if anyone bumps into this and wants to be tagged, sure.
I picked scratchmist as a username because:
a. Mellish was taken, and this makes me a bit more obscure.
b. I've got skin asthma, in other words I scratch (haHA).
c. I've always fancied the idea of nothingness as a personal symbol - being nothing in comparison to the universe, being nothing that can be described, being nothing tangible in a sense...and a mist is almost nothing.
d. I have a weird fetish for drawing in the mist that forms on glass (mirrors!) after a hot shower - usually a quote or a line of song. In other words, I like 'scratching the mist'.
Okay, I probably gave that way too much thought. Adieu. #_# I hope tomorrow will be more successful in terms of writing.