'Lineage'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Like the imagery, which I'm sure context will help. Wes and Lilah, I assume?
I don't let myself write out of order, otherwise I'll write all the cool scenes and not do the connectors, and I promise myself carnage and lust as a reward for "So and so needs to get to the other side of town by sunset" stuff.
What Steph said.
Am, the evocative part is in the minutiae, surely? What kind of taxi (model, for instance) deposits Hawkeye on their lawn? Or what model of car is parked in their driveway? How is her hair done - were perms the big thing? No major stuff, but the details set the time, I find.
Like the imagery, which I'm sure context will help. Wes and Lilah, I assume?
Nope. This is the sequel to Imposters, Grasshopper. So I'm back on my OTP.
Ple, that scene rocks. Majorly.
I can't write out of order either, but that's because (the curse of organic writer), I don't know what the order is until I'm well into the story itself. So I just write and let point A-point B stuff do what it's gonna do.
So I'm back on my OTP.
Oh. Them.
edit: One's true Wesley het pairing may vary. But the mother remark makes more sense now.
I can't write out of order either, but that's because (the curse of organic writer), I don't know what the order is until I'm well into the story itself. So I just write and let point A-point B stuff do what it's gonna do.
I'm all about just writing what springs to mind. I'm lucky with this series, because I knew where I was going, and what plot points I wanted to hit. I have an outline, which is weird for me.
Absolution was the same way. I was dashing back and forth between 2002 and 2018 with hardly a thought. Twas fun.
Deborah, I think you're right. And I think Peg would be kind of hip, in a 50s sort of way(not beat, but cooler than June Cleaver, for sure).
Oh. Them.
Hey! What do you mean by "Oh. Them." *g*
I maintain that the AU has some seemingly rational foundation.
Oh, I'll make notes out the ying-yang, so I can keep track of the things I have to lay groundwork for. But I just know if I write the juicy scenes too soon my muse will think her work's done and not do the people moving that needs to happen.
No notes, no outline. Only time I ever tried, the novel died after fifteen pages and I had to go back and begin again.
I'll do the research, mind you. Former history tutor, retired. I'm not anal, I refuse to be bullyragged by tiny little tight-sphinctred points of reference (gee, her dress would likely have been blue, not green? I don't really give a damn), but I don't want to drop any howling period clangers, either. No wristwatches on the 14th century yeomanry.