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 As it turns out, I had a fair amount of "Desecration of Graves" written before I put it aside. The prose is rather better than my fanfics. That's nice to see.

Here's the first part (about 1/6 of the story) if you'd like to read:

 

Read more... )
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For part 4 my current multi-chapter fic, I'm posting in-progress updates to this journal. The chapters will go up on Archive of Our Own and Fanfiction.net after completion.


Instead of being sequestered in her room, Elsa is sent by her parents to her Uncle and Aunt, the King and Queen of Corona. King Thomas and Queen Primrose are thunderstruck at the idea of caring for the girl, since their own daughter, Rapunzel, was kidnapped as a baby and is still missing.

Elsa and Anna write letters to each other while Elsa grows up in Corona and Anna grows up in a castle full of people and life. Away from the anxiety exacerbated by her parents, Elsa has more control of her secret ice powers.

Elsa's fate to become the Snow Queen, however, is not so easily escaped.


Full work through Chapter 34

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 )
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For part 4 my current multi-chapter fic, I'm going to be posting in-progress updates to this journal. The chapters will go up on Archive of Our Own and Fanfiction.net after completion.

Instead of being sequestered in her room, Elsa is sent by her parents to her Uncle and Aunt, the King and Queen of Corona. King Thomas and Queen Primrose are thunderstruck at the idea of caring for the girl, since their own daughter, Rapunzel, was kidnapped as a baby and is still missing.

Elsa and Anna write letters to each other while Elsa grows up in Corona and Anna grows up in a castle full of people and life. Away from the anxiety exacerbated by her parents, Elsa has more control of her secret ice powers.

Elsa's fate to become the Snow Queen, however, is not so easily escaped.


Full work through Chapter 34
Chapter 34, Part 1
Chapter 34, Part 2 )
butterflydreaming: (cho-cho)
For part 4 my current multi-chapter fic, I'm going to be posting in-progress updates to this journal. The chapters will go up on Archive of Our Own and Fanfiction.net after completion.

Instead of being sequestered in her room, Elsa is sent by her parents to her Uncle and Aunt, the King and Queen of Corona. King Thomas and Queen Primrose are thunderstruck at the idea of caring for the girl, since their own daughter, Rapunzel, was kidnapped as a baby and is still missing.

Elsa and Anna write letters to each other while Elsa grows up in Corona and Anna grows up in a castle full of people and life. Away from the anxiety exacerbated by her parents, Elsa has more control of her secret ice powers.

Elsa's fate to become the Snow Queen, however, is not so easily escaped.


Full work through Chapter 34

'dreaming

Dec. 4th, 2013 10:06 pm
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...I began with the dream, if you want to call it that. And then afterwards, perhaps, some idea came of it. But I didn’t begin, as I say, by the moral and then writing a fable to prove it. -1976 interview with Jorge Luis Borges.

Isn't that wonderful? I was already alive when he gave that interview. I could already read, I am fairly certain.

my updated list of works in progress, only of interest to the very bored... or reckless cats... )

So far this month, I've continued writing every day, at least 750 words daily. I signed up for the 30 day challenge.
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Without realizing what I was doing, I just put J in an emotional position that echoes the way her father abandoned her and her sister. Dang, that sucks for her. What a great place to work from tomorrow.
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Obsession. In spite of it being a penchant of mine, I have always had to check the spelling. (I haven't always checked the spelling. There is sometimes an abscess in my spelling of obsess.)

It happens when I'm stressed. It happens when I have a lot of creative energy, energy that translates as mania at times. The upwards swing of the carnival gondola, and me afraid of heights. Upward swing, both ways, different sides of the same boat.

I know it's happening now and I don't want to convince myself to stop it. I had some good times, the last time I rode this ride. Bad times, too... head between my knees, wishing it would all be over bad times. This time, I'm a lot more alone. And that's probably good, standing here in the deep damp hole of a different metaphor. I might be able to collect all the bones that I need to build something topside.

"A Desecration of Gravestones" (early stages, could be too late a planting)
A Wedding in Tulips
"The Dreamer of Jannah"
"Stadium"
Turning the Key
New City Limits
The 13th Chime

"Parasol" (fanfiction)
"Clow Stories" (fanfiction, revision/rewrite)
"Take Comfort" (fanfiction)
"Meeting as if By Chance" (fanfiction)

Yeah -- write that. Obsess about something useful for once. This time it's a thing, not a someone. No sonnets for my voice, now.

Fiction. Escape into dreams. Tell yourself a better story.


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 There are times when my head gets too crowded.

Since I have been here on DW, cross posting to LJ, I have returned to thinking of myself as butterflydreaming. I just realized that I've disconnected with SaV -- that is to say, I see my shadow_and_veil journal on LJ and it feels remote. That's not me.

Y'know, that's actually a good thing. Cut to spare you nattering )
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 OMG, the things that turn up when you're looking for something else.
 
I once started writing a sequel to two of my oddest (and that is saying something) fanfics for Card Captor Sakura. I titled it "Meeting As if By Chance," got in 4,000 words, and then forgot about it. It's... astounding.
 
The first fic was one called "Matters of Chance," and it was done for an "original character" challenge. My OC was an estranged cousin to the canon's main character's late mother; the story took place during the time when the main character's parents met. Her name was Kikuu, and she was a Japanese girl from Los Angeles. She had the magic ability to influence chance and fate.
 
The second fic was "Hunger," set in an alternative universe in which -- challenge requirement -- one of the primary canon characters did not exist. I removed the main character (Sakura) as well as her older brother. Her mother lived, and the new magic girl was the third child. In this fic, my favorite character, Yue, doesn't get the gift of magic that lets him live, because there is no brother to give it to him. Instead, he takes it from a weaker source -- the mother -- and it beaten bloody by the magic girl (Yuriko). The story ends on a note of doom for Yue, as he flees from Yuriko, still starving for the magic power that he needs.
 
"Meeting As if By Chance" picks up at the end of "Hunger." I know at the time that I couldn't leave AU Yue to that ending. I didn't finish the fic... possibly because it happened around the time of a lot of chaos for me, possibly because it only bears the slightest relationship to canon.
 
Anyway. Here it is.
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 879 - Prompt (Dec. 7, 2012) "Being Intoxicated"
Words: 1K
Summary: The faerie woman is faking intoxication to bring the prisoner food, but why is she helping him? (A snippet from work-in-progress)
from Stadium )
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I think I might know where a big part of the snagging is happening. I have been self-editing. I'm too aware of my tendency for long, complex compound sentences that runs in shades of purple. However, purplish is the way Jewel speaks. Clipping her is a mistake; she's the one telling the story.

Ciel doesn't speak at length, but he thinks a lot. He keeps his thoughts to himself, is used to self-censorship. As a kid, being quiet helped make him less conspicuous to the bullies. He and Nox were getting an education not typical for their environment. They could talk to each other; they were isolated from everyone else and bound to each other in friendship because of it.

But Jewel is made out of all the unspoken poetry, all the longing and dreaming that Ciel has kept stuffed down inside himself. She is made of love and hope and beautiful things, all the best parts of him. And she is quiet, but thinks a lot.

So, of course when she tells the story, she tells it with dreamy hope and loving descriptions of the world(s). I need to let her speak freely.

Only another 250-300 words today. Not much, but much better than the goose eggs over the last month. It was as if I balked after missing the deadline. Better not to think about deadlines at all. Writing hurts my hands and wrists, but it is still enjoyable. Pleasurable, even.
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In life and in writing, sweeping emotions are what I do. Emotions that conflict and collide within one person. I want to scoop up this marbling of emotions and lay all its colors on Jewel, on Ciel, because the colors are right for them. It is right for the story, too: self, and reflection.

It's big and I think I let it get in the way of putting the words down, actual words of story. It's the enormous ocean that is tearing away the shoreline with every tide. It's the mockery of a lighthouse within view, around the bending of the coastline. It's the haunted feeling of an empty building that was once a beloved home.
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I have a lot of disconnected pieces of RY and only two more months to turn it into a readable first draft. Since the change up at work, I haven't written more than a few sentences, so tonight I sat down, opened a fresh page, and wrote what the story is about.

Well, no. I wrote down what happens in the story. That's more concrete. There is no wedding in the end, no happily-ever-after, or even big, steamy kiss of requited love. )

At the heart of things, I still see myself as the unrequited one. The unlovable. In spite of glaring contradiction! I am loved, I have been loved. It's from that view of myself that my attitude toward romance comes. I suppose that I believe that love out-of-balance is truth. Chalk it up to terrible lessons learned from popular entertainment and fiction. Though, it is not just that. I believe that being loved by someone else is secondary to knowing and loving oneself. In fact, that it is unstable to build a romance-relationship on any other foundation.

Most of all, I don't see the romance as the end. What good is falling in love with someone unless there are further adventures?

WIP

May. 14th, 2011 01:49 pm
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Today's struggle resulted in 320 words. It took nearly two hours, including the "rabbit hole" distractions of glass blowing and riverboats. Add those to past distractions of steam engines, solar power, cisterns, homing pigeons, and velocipedes. Sprinkle them over the inspirations of Boliva Mar and Wash Away Beach.

Maybe I struggle because I think my story is fucking cool. It's the novel I want to read. Ciel is really filling out as a character. He tries to kill himself by drowning before the start of chapter one. Granted, he is drunk off his ass and has been worn down into depression by his circumstance. I know now that he's from "the Soup," a city slum, where he made friends with an ugly girl named Nox. Nox has since grown up to be a person of importance. She'll come in to the story later.

Now he is residing in an empty monastery on a piece of land that is being taken away by the ocean, cataloging beautiful books slated for destruction.

I think this post was longer than what I was able to write today. Eventually I'll get to a section that isn't so Fraught With Meaning and sprint some words. I think I'll write some later, something lighter and easier, like a character stuff that I won't actually be able to use in the story (because of the POV).
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Off of Prompt 263 at [community profile] daily_prompt:You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past


If it's too similar to his musings in the earlier part of the fanfic, I'll probably cut it, even though I like the reference to Tinkerbell. Ideally, since I'm heading to the end, it will balance/tie-in to that earlier section.
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Snippet from the next installment of Take Comfort )

"Caution"

Apr. 14th, 2005 07:00 pm
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(I have a feeling that this would work better rewritten as a sonnet.)

poem )

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