Take 512 masterpost
Title:Take 512
Fic by: weekend_exile
Art by: dahlia94
Rating: R
Word Count: 28k
Warnings: Mentions of substance abuse, depression. Jared is fourteen for the first part, and seventeen for the majority of the story.
Summary: When Jared was fourteen, he had it all figured out. His future boiled down to two things: his theater tech team, and Jensen Ackles. Now he's just ( Read more... )
Fic by: weekend_exile
Art by: dahlia94
Rating: R
Word Count: 28k
Warnings: Mentions of substance abuse, depression. Jared is fourteen for the first part, and seventeen for the majority of the story.
Summary: When Jared was fourteen, he had it all figured out. His future boiled down to two things: his theater tech team, and Jensen Ackles. Now he's just ( Read more... )
I’m 34. Not that I’m putting on graveclothes already, but that’s enough years to get over emotional mess that is teenagers these days. And I’m trying to be (or act convincingly) all grown up, be mature in my relationships and think about future (or try to, anyway). Ok, I’m digressing. The point is, somehow you take me back to the land of 18 yo teenagers, when all the angst in the world in on your shoulders and even the smallest thing can break your heart. And this is fucking awesome! Sometimes I’m forgetting how it is to feel so much. And when reminded I realize that I’ve missed being an emotional wreck. Still, that’s not what I wanted to say.
Thing is, you are getting better. At grasping the flows in characters, in making them recognize and accept who they are, not trying to change them to suit your purpose, but giving them free rein inside your head.
You are getting better in laying it all out and making a story, which is half colors and half sounds. Your characterization and descriptions are shorter, but more precise, more to the point.
You make them real, the images in your head.
There is still some minor lack of consistency, but it is compensated by the emotional progress of your characters. Also I might miss something, what with reading it just two times. A couple more and I might be able to see it differently.
Your stories are like an art book: you can make a picture of any scene, which is something that is only yours - the ability to write in colors, a very rare and unique ability.
I like that you understand the necessity of creating not a story about the two main characters, but a whole world around them, realistic and believable. And you are using it to get the story going, so a point to your literature teacher? )))
There is a quote I want you to put over your head and in front of your eyes and always remember it: “Also has a way of stringing words together in a script that makes it sound like a spell, some kind of magic”. You make it sound like magic!
You are good and you are getting better, and someday I’ll ask you to sign for me your first book (even if it’s about bridge construction).
Scary as it is for me, but you don’t need Jared and Jensen, or anyone else for that matter to make a story. It’s all in your head and you can take your fantasies out for anyone to admire without trying to fit what you dream into anyone’s life story. You don’t need fandom per ce, though I’m not trying to convince you to drop out of it anytime soon. I’m trying to say that writing is part of who you are. You can be many things: engineer, doctor, lawyer, anyone, but part of you will always be a writer. And you must let this part out to play, nurture and feed it, because when we try to bury something too deep, usually it bites us in the ass with such force that we might never sit again.
This said, I hope very much, that your “self-inflicted writers block” will vanish into thin air and you will be able to write. Because forgive me for not believing that you can live without it for any extended period and not get yourself into the corner. I thank you for what you’ve written so far and for what you’ll write in future.) If in need of a friendly kick in the balls to keep going - call me. I’m here for you.
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My consistency is something I've always worried about, since my writing is modular due to lack of free time. It doesn't stand out (much) in the short fics; when there's a word count of five digits, however, it tends to show.
I love this fic, it's my painstakingly-raised younger child, but it festered for a long time. I began writing this last April or so, and along the way, I deleted it completely by accident and had to re-write, and by that time a lot of the initial inspiration -colors, lights, Jensen frowning over the prompt book with a streak of blue glitter across his forehead, Jared sketching on a napkin- had all dulled somewhat. Jonjo confirms that though the second version is easier to keep up with, my first stab at the theatre tech monster was a tad more poetic, and therefore typical. This fic is forever destined to be the somewhat disappointing follow-up to Drifts in my head.
I'm really not supposed to be doing this, but I really, really need to write Sherlock fic.
<3
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