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Nov 01, 2009 17:02

Totally stolen from blackletter, because you know how much I love blathering about ficcing!

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's ( Read more... )

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nox_candida November 1 2009, 23:09:46 UTC

"What ho, all," I greeted the detachment, feeling rather like a magistrate in an unlicensed night-club, or how I imagine one might feel were he to lack the sense not to brazen on inside. "Don't mind me. I was simply hoping one of you might have such a thing as a light ( ... )

thirstyrobot November 2 2009, 23:51:10 UTC

Oh, Gala! ♥ This one has a special place in my heart as my first-ever non-fluffy Jooster. I have always been fascinated with their pre-canon lives and the possibility that they could have run across each other, not out of the realm of possibility because Jeeves has worked for people that Bertie is connected to. My other fascination is with Jeeves-as-servant, i.e. as a part of the below-stairs social microcosm and how that whole "other half" would see Bertie. Which maybe makes it a little weird that this is Bertie's POV since I'm so interested in that but only give it a passing glance, but it's why I set up Bertie coming upon the malingering servants the way he did ( ... )

nox_candida November 3 2009, 01:57:05 UTC

Gala is one of my faves precisely because it's a sort of what if they'd met earlier (which is one of my interests, too). lol, and you're such a tease: I would die if you wrote this from Jeeves's point of view. :D Still, this was some awesome commentary. Thank you for doing it. :)

storyfan November 1 2009, 23:12:49 UTC

You might think I'd choose Jooster, but I'm going to surprise you. I'd like to know about the last few paragraphs of your Star Trek ficlet (At Night We Go Into Our Houses and Burn). I love the imagery of the two of them sitting on the roof at night. But the freckle, the half-degree fever and the place where Bones could rest his chin are not your garden-variety images. Where did you get them? And how did you know these images would work?

thirstyrobot November 3 2009, 00:21:21 UTC

This is one of those rare things of mine that I can look at months later and still not want to change a thing. I didn't write it, really-- it just grew in this completely organic way, one of those lucky flashes that you get once in a blue moon. If I sat down to write this today, I probably couldn't do it, or if I did every word would be like pulling teeth. My head was so far up into this shiny shiny new playground at the time I wrote this that these guys would not get out of it no matter what I did, and I was in their heads too ( ... )

storyfan November 3 2009, 00:35:59 UTC

This is just what I wanted to know. Sometimes these words and paragraphs and stories just seem to flow out of nowhere. If we could dip into the well from whence they came, whenever we liked, the writing would always be this effortless, joyful thing.

I have to agree that this is one of your best pieces. YOu've never written anything I haven't liked, but this one struck a particular chord with me. I go back and reread it every now and then, just to remind myself that golden moments are indeed possible.

hazeltea November 2 2009, 01:43:52 UTC

I was a bit slow on reading this to figure out if it was WWI or AU. http://thirstyrobot.livejournal.com/52517.html#cutid1 But it was excellent. I am just dense.

thirstyrobot November 3 2009, 00:42:25 UTC

Oh my lord, writing this fic was like amateur dentistry with nothing but a fork and some tweezers. I was in an awful funk, which was why I asked for the prompts in the first place, and then here I was with not only the "action" directive, but also a historical setting I knew almost nothing about. Cue a bunch of emergency research and absolutely squat coming out the way I wanted. Rather than military-movie-action-sequence-splodey, I got stuck on the image of a dying soldier bleeding out in Bertie's arms croaking out "It's a Long Way to Tipperary." It was successful in its own way, I think, but not exactly action, and definitely taught me that my writing muscles are just not built for big fast-paced stuff-go-boom scenes ( ... )

hazeltea November 3 2009, 00:54:43 UTC

Yeah, I just can't imagine Bertie living through this and not being more mature than he was when the stories started, so I was thinking first WWII, then that didn't make sense, so I thought AU. It was so lovely though :)

queen_fiend November 2 2009, 02:39:59 UTC

Fic blathering is always fun! :)

What was about to be a 'steady on, Jeeves,' or similar exclamation-- for there are liberties and then there are liberties-- died on my lips, as said lips were covered by other lips. Jeeves's, to be precise. The Wooster bean is not ordinarily up to quick thinking, but as the fellow I tend to leave the quick thinking to was the one causing the need for it, it managed to come up with the goods. Jeeves had misunderstood me so utterly it was nearly laughable, but I doubted he'd want to be laughed at just now. While I'd been thinking of gliding walks and serene thoughts, of domestic harmony and everything just so, he'd concentrated on the loving hearts and sweet dearness, and had apparently been hoping for some declaration of this s. d. from me for some time.

thirstyrobot November 3 2009, 02:54:25 UTC

My idea with this one, quite simply (and fairly obviously), was to kind of turn the 'both secretly pining' cliché on its ear. Bertie being as sex-oblivious and innocent as he ever is in that kind of setup, but when the moment comes where the kiss and declaration from Jeeves would bring about the good old epiphany, it doesn't, because Jeeves has totally misread what kind of adoring Bertie's been doing ( ... )