I - wait /what/?
So, a question for anyone who read Flight of the Bumblebee (if anyone read Flight of the Bumblebee).
Did the story make you think Audrey /disliked/ Felice? Did you find the ending highly ambiguous as to whether Audrey was interested in Felice?
I woke up this morning to this comment - which is nice, because I honestly expected ... zero - but I'm a bit stymied as to how to respond.
Because I thought I was writing Audrey as cool, but not actively hostile to Felice. Curious, but keeping herself at a distance. I wrote the story, like, a month ago, but I can still think of a bunch of things - including the continued exchanges with Felice - that show an interest. That's without looking up what the various rose colours are supposed to mean, which I just threw in on a lark.
I initially wanted to write something in the style of the old romantic screwball comedies, but didn't really have the time to plot out something that complicated, but I think Audrey, at least, is very much in the mode of some of the women Hepburn played back in the day. Felice is no Cary Grant. I had fun writing what was, to my mind, a love story where the protagonists never touch and never refer to each other by their first names. Would there be less confusion if there had been making out? Is that the problem?
I'm used to people responding in unexpected ways to things I write - I've had people who've found Ray likeable in stories where I thought he was being an asshole to the max, and I've had people who've found some of his comments repellent when I just thought he was being Ray. But I don't think I've ever gotten the impression that the entire point of the story as a whole was missed.
Jeez, should I have left in the direct comments as to race, as well. I took out the reference of Felice looking vaguely Asian because it was clunky, and I never bothered mentioning that Audrey's roommate, Heidi, was black, because it seemed irrelevant.
I mean, having the story described as witty is nice and all but ... I just ... /so confused/.
I know the story's not any good at all, but, well. Confused.
Still, I had pancakes this morning,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
Edit: Meg suggests that I live in a world where there are people who have not watched Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant have sex without taking their clothes off. I do not want to live in such a depraved world.
Did the story make you think Audrey /disliked/ Felice? Did you find the ending highly ambiguous as to whether Audrey was interested in Felice?
I woke up this morning to this comment - which is nice, because I honestly expected ... zero - but I'm a bit stymied as to how to respond.
Because I thought I was writing Audrey as cool, but not actively hostile to Felice. Curious, but keeping herself at a distance. I wrote the story, like, a month ago, but I can still think of a bunch of things - including the continued exchanges with Felice - that show an interest. That's without looking up what the various rose colours are supposed to mean, which I just threw in on a lark.
I initially wanted to write something in the style of the old romantic screwball comedies, but didn't really have the time to plot out something that complicated, but I think Audrey, at least, is very much in the mode of some of the women Hepburn played back in the day. Felice is no Cary Grant. I had fun writing what was, to my mind, a love story where the protagonists never touch and never refer to each other by their first names. Would there be less confusion if there had been making out? Is that the problem?
I'm used to people responding in unexpected ways to things I write - I've had people who've found Ray likeable in stories where I thought he was being an asshole to the max, and I've had people who've found some of his comments repellent when I just thought he was being Ray. But I don't think I've ever gotten the impression that the entire point of the story as a whole was missed.
Jeez, should I have left in the direct comments as to race, as well. I took out the reference of Felice looking vaguely Asian because it was clunky, and I never bothered mentioning that Audrey's roommate, Heidi, was black, because it seemed irrelevant.
I mean, having the story described as witty is nice and all but ... I just ... /so confused/.
I know the story's not any good at all, but, well. Confused.
Still, I had pancakes this morning,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
Edit: Meg suggests that I live in a world where there are people who have not watched Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant have sex without taking their clothes off. I do not want to live in such a depraved world.