FIC: Borders

[ishonn]

It’s amazing. Apparently I’m experiencing the opposite to the writer’s block. Writer’s flood, is it? I’m writing, writing and writing, and when I’m not writing, I’m editing and finishing things I started a long time ago. I feel elated, and only slightly apprehensive about the growing pile of things I should be taking care of now.

My unfailing magda2em

Comments

[paulamcg]

I’m so happy about your writer’s flood, and also about the inspiration which has led to your friend’s wonderful art. And I’m sorry I can’t write anything more quickly, so I’m always behind with my comments.

There must be a lot for me to say about this piece, but I’m just hurrying to declare that I love it. It seems to me that each new fic of yours touches me even more deeply than the previous ones.

I’m particularly fascinated by the issue of Remus seeking a definition of his body. You don’t hint at any extraordinary reason for him to have trouble in this respect, and that probably makes it easier for anyone to identify with him - anyone who’s been in intimate relationship and in love. But you understand how your writing seems to complement what I’ve written for a long time (and slowly), don’t you?

Thank you for this incredible experience. I’m going to reread…

[ishonn]

I'll let you know your comments are always, always worth waiting for.

... each new fic of yours touches me even more deeply than the previous ones.

I can't express how ridiculously happy you're making me. I'm only wondering if this influence of my fiction is due to my writing getting better with every story or your getting used to my style. Or both.

Yes, I'm aware what seeking to define his body implies in Remus's case. But, even though the physical element is more stressed, in fact I'm trying to speak about both the physical and the mental borders, the former being rather an extension of the latter. However, I believe that his 'condition' can be an essential element of his problem, although still on mental level rather than physical.

I also remember the body-defining aspect being tackled in your fiction, although I expect the most is included in "Revolt" and I haven't reached it yet. It's wonderful to hear this piece seems to complement your works.

[magda2em]

♥ ♥ ♥There's nothing better than a good writer's flood, I believe *giggles

[ishonn]

Oh, I assure you a writer's flood is a brilliant state. I wrote two drabbles today, thus rescuing two very poorly caught butterflies from my poems, and found a way to catch the Mathematician - I mentioned it, didn't I? And although it's close to midnight, I'm uncharacteristically awake and who knows: anything can happen between the desk and the bed... ^_^

I'm glad you're okay with my teaser choice. Like I said, you can find yours next to the story, hereI'm happy you appreciate the change: adding the kiss. I owe it to you that I even noticed the problem; I hadn't realised before that indeed it all implied a rape or at least some kind of abuse (that I'm supposed to tackle in "Choice", not here). And although read like this it still makes sense, the mere idea gave me a huge squick. I'm glad the kiss solved the problem, and I hope the image remained strong nonetheless

[magda2em]

True... night is still young. ^_^ I'm awake as well, posting yet another translation of mine online - might even add a picture to my LJ... *winks*

The image remains strong and powerful but is no longer so negative as it was before. Sometimes happiness is just one kiss (or tear drop) away *giggles*

You're right (as usual). There are things we don't speak very easily about, even with people we are very close. Some things are more easily put onto a piece of paper.

Mathematician? *rises an eyebrow questioningly*

[ishonn]

I did receive your reply last night, but wasn't up to answering, sorry.

I'm glad the picture remained clear and able to evoke strong emotions despite the softening change. Again thank you for the help!

I haven't told you about the Mathematician? Impossible! I must have. It's the butterfly that came a few years ago (no, you don't need glasses, indeed I said 'years') and I could never catch the bastard. I tried a few times, but it always slipped from my fingers. Now I (think I) know how to do it. And it's just occurred to me... You could draw it! Yes! *performs a wild dance* Ho, ho! You will, won't you? I'll tell you everything on Monday, and perhaps I'll have it written by this time.

Oh, and I haven't missed your posting the other Grimmauld Place picture with my own (my prreciousss...) Padfoot. Just haven't quite got there yet. Strafrecht and stuff. You know ;-)