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Bleah. Thinking I should jump on the meme being propogated by
zyre and
mpoetess and others are propagating and get on the paid user bandwagon. Sort of maybe, um, toolazytogetupandfindmywallet.
Anyway, re: late night fic-writing paranoias, I'm just not writing anything today, except in the sense of pages of long-hand pen-and-paper writing in which I hash out what the hell is going on with these characters and what three pov's I need to add to the bits I thought I was done with and. Argh. Am also not reading any fic for a day or two, or as long as I can manage to go. Almost like giving up slash for Lent, except that it's not going to last anywhere near 40 days, and I can't really imagine calling up my Mom and telling her I gave up reading about gay vampire sex in preparation for the biggest feast day of the Catholic year... Among other things, I don't think she'd buy it if I claimed to have started, y'know, celebrating Lent.
The paranoia comes in mainly in that I've been reading lots of good stuff lately (pause for switchover to failure-to-feedback paranoia), and so then I've got, say,
jennyo's Dawn rattling around my head, and
ladycat777's Spike (well, three of her Spikes, actually), and so on, and I'm half-convinced that they've hit upon the One Right Way to interpret the character, and half-terrified that I'll start subconsciously ripping them off, and, in any case, get all paranoid. So maybe if I lay off the fic for a day or two, that will abate. Or, y'know, I could just read fic til the bad thoughts go away. That might work too.
Anyway, re: late night fic-writing paranoias, I'm just not writing anything today, except in the sense of pages of long-hand pen-and-paper writing in which I hash out what the hell is going on with these characters and what three pov's I need to add to the bits I thought I was done with and. Argh. Am also not reading any fic for a day or two, or as long as I can manage to go. Almost like giving up slash for Lent, except that it's not going to last anywhere near 40 days, and I can't really imagine calling up my Mom and telling her I gave up reading about gay vampire sex in preparation for the biggest feast day of the Catholic year... Among other things, I don't think she'd buy it if I claimed to have started, y'know, celebrating Lent.
The paranoia comes in mainly in that I've been reading lots of good stuff lately (pause for switchover to failure-to-feedback paranoia), and so then I've got, say,
