June 1st, 2008

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Good | Bad | Ugly : writing (good if you like my natter) and my brother needs hugs

The good: I managed to get about 2,000 words of the current awkward loggerhead in "On The Inside". It just came (to the sound of a Hip concert bootleg) and made the Stella/Vecchio thing work, which proves that not writing periods make me think and I come back with lots of little notes (sadly, I am out of sticky notes).

Uh, I'm still rewriting rather heavily, this time right over a lot of the stuff in the first release (greenonme's dsss present) and I think I have really improved the characterisation no end since then. Frannie is beginning to make a rounded appearance as Ray's tough opera-singer sister (with an interest in astrology... this being due South (albeit an AU) the results are totally accurate).

Most importantly; I found my het and now the romance between Vecchio and Stella is sparking hot.

The bad: I stopped for lunch (breakfast cereal) and now I can't wiggle back into my Frannie voice to finish the astrology stuff (I want to bulk up Turnbull the morning after the night before next) and interact with Ray and Stella.

The reason I was doing this at all is because I spent the whole thing jumping POVs and I want them to make more sense even if I am going to hop consciousnesses in some of the sex/interaction scenes, two is company, three points of view is too many.

Also, (this is actually good) I have the beginnings of a Ray V/Stella backstory and rational reasons for the whole astrology gig.

The ugly: Ouch. Hormones. Ouch. Also, the_dosk needs lots of hugs (tall people he can lean on need only to apply).
hugh house

*head meet desk* | More writerly whitterings

Dear Frannie,

There are better places to tell me you have the hots for Elaine.

Love, buzzy

(not that it isn't cute, but perhaps not in a major plot twist... what the heck, I think it is very cute that you have a crush on Elaine... it might not lead to anything... okay, maybe it will lead to something once *pokes yet another new subplot*)

Hell, I feel like quoting (you guys like a little quote once in a while):
maybe she should have waited, or got Stella’s number out of Ray’s fancy-ate organiser thing with pages of clumsily punched and folded manuscript and scores stuck between all the normal yuppie planner bits. She could just have filed it under ‘freaky’ and left it there. She could just have left the book on the el. She could have cut out the book entirely and could have got into the concert hall and explored looking for lost forgotten rooms. The smell of dust and old paper, fly speckled windows and tarnished mirrors that ghosts look out of you from. Frannie knew it was strange, but she liked them and sometimes picked up things from thrift stores and placed them in rooms where nobody ever goes. One day, she told herself, she is going to take Elaine by the hand and lead her up the third staircase from the door and guide her into a room... it fell apart there. Frannie knew there were reasons, and the stars told her they were true, but she just wanted. It would be lust, except nothing even happens – not even in her dreams – beyond stepping into a room filled with a thousand candles and ribbon blinds in the window.


I think I might just have broken all my barriers. I finally find my het button and I get this...

I'm not moaning really, honest. It's just this thing gets into more unexplored buzzy!territory with each day. I solve the het problems (mostly narrative and partly because I wrote myself into a box by writing the future before the past and just making Ray too neurotic for words... etc...) and then... I have a lot on my hands.

This thing, "On the Inside I'm a Poet", is going to be monster.

ETA: Fuckity. That tag was meant to be "have I mentioned that I just don't like the world femmeslash

(Thinking about it, I once wrote a Jenny Sparks/Wonder Woman ficlet for flying_anteater)