The stories are there at the back of my brain, can't even tell you how many, including a plot bunny that attacked this morning, but they aren't happening on paper. I'll try again tomorrow.
Tonight, I have a date with enigma731 after I close out my evening chores to watch Agents of SHIELD and confab.
The inside of my head is screaming with stories.
Shutting them up to quiet the floodgates, to open the pen to one and only one, shuts out all the voices, and I whimper as I wonder how many will flood back in if I open the door just the tiniest crack.
I open it. The first one in gets written. It may not be yours. It may not be due. It may not be the story I wanted to write. But it’s the one I can take in without greeting all its brothers and sisters and relatives with open arms.
As soon as you commit it to one story, it flies to another. Breath from a Stone and now the unexpected The Dance of Souls are beginning to fill in a cohesive picture, filling in and explaining even more details from stories I already knew in the world of Breath.
This last story began as something in my head, a premise if you will, that did not want to resolve into any of the settings I had already developed. This may be because it came attached to its own and I refused to hire the storyworld. So, the story bounced about, determined to be hired, even if I’d already rejected its setting. I thought it was going to settle nicely into the Alliance, but that didn’t happen because with the Talons and the Medes, there was no way I wanted to dump in another serious Clan premise with ethnic warfare or even conflict.
Then along comes this idea that fits neatly into Falhaer, a mountainous region of the world of Breath, and quickly drags along the characters, then basic situation, then story that I’d been thinking I might just skip.
Suddenly, of course, I want to write it, finish both stories, and thrill in how it even pulls in Sellenyn, whose story I already knew. Except I don’t. I’m supposed to be writing City of Glass.
From our muses, preserve us!
Pick a fanfic I've written before and I will write you comment fic following it/taking place in that universe.
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A/N: Now, I'm sure you all realize that there is absolutely no way that I can or should list every. single. WIP. I got for some obvious reasons (sheer volume), but I'll do the first three sentences of the next chapters of WIPs in my Doc Manager.
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December 7 - Divergent Trilogy, Al/Tris | gracie1998
Moved to: December 20
December 9 - X-Men First Class, Alex Summers & any (or all) of his brothers, Boys of Summer Have Gone | xenokattz
Moved to: December 21
December 12 - X-Men, Emma + Angel, falls from tremendous heights | electrumqueen
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I love you dearly, and I love all the stories and ideas you've given me, and I always thought you liked me pretty well too. Right now, I'm not feeling the love.
You have given me absolutely nothing for all the fics I owe to folks, to say nothing of the Small Fandom Big Bang either. Please, please, please remember that I like these people and I like these fics, and I even more would like to write them.
To my lovely fics:
I do love you, oh fandom goodness! You taught me more about writing than my original fiction ever did (scary thought), but my interest is waning. Apparently, it takes characters as strong as Rogue and Gambit to hold my interest for long periods and I've been away from them for too long. I've been flirting with original fic and I think I'm going pretty steady now, but...
I have obligations. I promised not to leave my readers hanging forever (just indefinitely), and I've got too many fics I don't feel good about walking away from.
I know we've always agreed that writing is promiscuous and all that, but something's starting to get a little hard here in the juggling act.
To Vardin and the world of Summerlight:
I love you. You're ensemble and interesting and wonderful, and yet I'm not sure I know where you want to go and that scares me. I need something from you before I feel comfortable moving forward. I know we're both kind of new to this particular story, but we've been around the block over a dozen times before and afterward. Please show me the glue on this baby.
To the multitude of shorts begging me to write nonSummerlight Vardin:
Could you please, pretty please, be kind enough to wait your turn? Please?
To the Mirror:
Wow. You sort of showed up one day, threw every constant of my writing on its head and demanded satisfaction. Well, lovely little storyworld, you need to be patient and wait your turn like everybody else. No matter how many awesome stories and themes and characters you throw at me, no matter how many subplots and fascinating bits of worldbuilding possibility, I'm writing Vardin right now and I really need to focus.
Now that we have that off our chest...
I officially hate this prompt. It inspired me for that much and then left me hanging out to dry.
2. Still owe y'all next parts of By Any Other Name, To Be Wild, and Let Us Reason Together.
3. Discovered my new site has no statistics. :headdesk: Must install plugin. Tomorrow.
4. Must juggle pennies.
5. Cannot read my own handwriting. (This is a new and undelightful development.)
6. Got my hair cut. Yay!
Requesting cheeriness please: links, poetry, lovely thoughts, anything that has neither angst nor video.