Yes, you did Deb, and thanks. I was slutting for comment from Plei.
Moving on...
This is actually, aside from the first-ever fic in, um, 15 years? the first AnyThing aside from crit or opinion I've written in ... close to two years. The internal cartwheels are enormous and very pretty colors, and I think I owe Cindy a pony.
I may have discovered a method whereby I sneak up on a bit of writing by POVing internal monologue. Mayhap. Shhhh. Squeaking and bobbing up and down with the not shouting with glee.
And Bev, I still owe you some notes on some other things of yours. which as it happens I hevn't forgot; I just need three spare hours to do it properly.
And yay, technique!
And yay, technique!
Speaking of which, been meaning to drop you a line. I took your advice on that paragraph in "Nihilist Chic," and it didn't take much retooling at all to make it work without being awkward. Thank you!
Victor, dude, I'm totally glad that worked. The scene, what she was seeing and thinking, was so powerful, it really needed to be there, just not as her thoughts at the moment.
I'm loving the story, BTW.
Victor, dude, I'm totally glad that worked. The scene, what she was seeing and thinking, was so powerful, it really needed to be there, just not as her thoughts at the moment.
I quite agree, although the deeper you dig into Karen's head, the more apparent it becomes that it's a weird, weird place. Still, I put that section away, and then looked at it again later, and it pretty much came down to taking away the quote marks and tweaking a bit. Sometimes the solutions are simple when you step away for awhile.
I'm loving the story, BTW.
Thank you. It's fun to write. I think I dig Karen too much, which is a shame, because I have to do mean things to her.
I think I dig Karen too much, which is a shame, because I have to do mean things to her.
I had to write a horrifying scene between the two protagonists in my series, for the third book. It turned my stomache.
You should hear Neil Gaiman on the subject. Hoo boy.
You should hear Neil Gaiman on the subject. Hoo boy.
Heh. I can imagine. You really do develop feelings for some of these fictional folks, and you really want it to work out for them but, well, it doesn't work that way. Sooner or later, the guy in the hockey mask's gotta do SOMEONE in, or else there's just no story.
Sooner or later, the guy in the hockey mask's gotta do SOMEONE in
Aint it the truth? Putting it rather crudely, all foreplay and no orgasm makes Reader a dull girl/boy.
Aint it the truth? Putting it rather crudely, all foreplay and no orgasm makes Reader a dull girl/boy.
Oh yeah. Besides, gleefully inflicting trauma? Fun.
No argument here, although I'd honestly rather read the trauma than have to inflict it on my own people.