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Holy crap!!
I'm working on a major revision/re-working of The Light Before we Land and it is a Job of Work. I knew it would be. I knew that when I asked Joy it would get way worse before it got better because Joy doesn't pull punches when it comes to beta duties. It's one of the many things that I love about her. But now, here I am with a mess of a fic that's gotten messier, but somehow better, too! All at the same time. Joy does that ... inspires me to push past what I think of as the boundaries of my own writing talent/ability. (Although, Joy, remember how I said that one time that if I attempted something as complex as The Presence of Departed Acts you should shoot me ...)
In the end, I think that I will be very proud of the finished product and that will be ten times better than I feel about the current piece of drek sitting on my harddrive.
As I'm writing and making notes, re-writing and blocking out events that have to happen, I am thinking about themes. As Joy instructed, I am trying to figure out what this fic is *really* about. (The exact same problem that I had with the initial drafts of PoDA.) Initially, it was supposed to be about Angel and Buffy, I was writing it for the IWRY Marathon. Initially, it was actually a story of place. Explicitly, the landscape of L.A. after Not Fade Away. It was supposed to tie into Thine Is, Life Is, taking us from there back to here. I wanted to see how we got to that fucked up place in TiLi. Hence the second part which was all about Buffy and, as Joy put it so beautifully, her apocalypse of the mind.
What I've discovered is a series of layers of themes and trying to tease it apart and make it make sense without being obvious about it is killing me!
I went back to the working title for this piece, so it's been renamed One Thousand Kisses Deep and this story is about parallels, reflections and memories. It's a story of mirrors. It's about the Id, Ego, and the Super Ego. It's about lost girls who never manage to be found. What if Dorothy, Alice and Wendy were all heroines of tragedies?
On the outskirts it's about Angel, and B/A. It's about sisters and lovers and twins. It's about power out of control and anchors and love.
I don't know how all of this is going to turn out, but I have hopes that it won't be as bad as the first version. I have hopes that, like, The Presence of Departed Acts, I will learn to love it and appreciate it. Even if I cut out half of everything it's about and leave only the tip of the gdamn fucking iceberg. Whatever it turns out to be, I have to say that I'm glad to be writing again. Six months is too long. I missed this. I missed it like a breathing.
I'm working on a major revision/re-working of The Light Before we Land and it is a Job of Work. I knew it would be. I knew that when I asked Joy it would get way worse before it got better because Joy doesn't pull punches when it comes to beta duties. It's one of the many things that I love about her. But now, here I am with a mess of a fic that's gotten messier, but somehow better, too! All at the same time. Joy does that ... inspires me to push past what I think of as the boundaries of my own writing talent/ability. (Although, Joy, remember how I said that one time that if I attempted something as complex as The Presence of Departed Acts you should shoot me ...)
In the end, I think that I will be very proud of the finished product and that will be ten times better than I feel about the current piece of drek sitting on my harddrive.
As I'm writing and making notes, re-writing and blocking out events that have to happen, I am thinking about themes. As Joy instructed, I am trying to figure out what this fic is *really* about. (The exact same problem that I had with the initial drafts of PoDA.) Initially, it was supposed to be about Angel and Buffy, I was writing it for the IWRY Marathon. Initially, it was actually a story of place. Explicitly, the landscape of L.A. after Not Fade Away. It was supposed to tie into Thine Is, Life Is, taking us from there back to here. I wanted to see how we got to that fucked up place in TiLi. Hence the second part which was all about Buffy and, as Joy put it so beautifully, her apocalypse of the mind.
What I've discovered is a series of layers of themes and trying to tease it apart and make it make sense without being obvious about it is killing me!
I went back to the working title for this piece, so it's been renamed One Thousand Kisses Deep and this story is about parallels, reflections and memories. It's a story of mirrors. It's about the Id, Ego, and the Super Ego. It's about lost girls who never manage to be found. What if Dorothy, Alice and Wendy were all heroines of tragedies?
On the outskirts it's about Angel, and B/A. It's about sisters and lovers and twins. It's about power out of control and anchors and love.
I don't know how all of this is going to turn out, but I have hopes that it won't be as bad as the first version. I have hopes that, like, The Presence of Departed Acts, I will learn to love it and appreciate it. Even if I cut out half of everything it's about and leave only the tip of the gdamn fucking iceberg. Whatever it turns out to be, I have to say that I'm glad to be writing again. Six months is too long. I missed this. I missed it like a breathing.
