consultingsmartarse said: Because I am undyingly curious about all things pattern (especially the writing parts): 2, 3, 7, 12, 19, 24, 27, 28, 29
2 Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Vampire!lock, probably (I’ve had idle thoughts along those lines)
Greaser!lock (I have plans to do so one day soon)
3 Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?
7 Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
Twenty minutes of darkness, and then a weak cough.
John’s throat is raw like sobbing, like screaming, like the first breath after hands have tightened and squeezed. Didn’t quite get the filter sealed in time.
Eyelids flicker and open, and he knows without looking that the whites of his eyes are now reds, blushed by a chemical caress. In his mind’s eye, his nostrils glow with each inhalation, like the end of a cigarette. Each breath is an adventure in pain, in risk-and-reward analysis.
His chest aches, and his back and shoulder are filing strongly-worded complaints about the position they’ve been forced to endure. Cramped, on his back, half under the burnt building, half under the shell of a jeep burnt weeks ago by Molotov means, his legs tangled in debris, his head and vulnerable orifices under the jumble of his arms.
God, he barely made it.
The worst of it had rained down on his well-covered midsection, and the doctor in him knows there will be a rash. But his feet, in their boots and under the jeep, and infinitely necessary for carrying his weight (and hopefully another’s) have been spared the gray, moist dust that slanted down twenty minutes ago.
His head – eyes, nose, mouth, throat, ears – all so soft and open and membranous – ended up under the building, under his flack jacket, under his arms, mostly covered by the partially sealed chem-mask. If some habits – like running towards danger – die hard, it seems some reflexes die even harder.
Like hearing a distant pop and puh!, and suddenly legs are propelling him across the grassy lot to dive headfirst into cover, without understanding why.
No need to understand why. React. Survive.
No need to understand, and doesn’t it feel amazing.
I’m proud of this passage for a number of reasons. I like the urgency and claustrophobia of it, I like the barest taste of stream-of-consciousness, I like the sounds I hear and the sting I feel when I read it. I love how vibrant it is, how unapologetically alive John is, surviving, thriving on the edge…
But the thing that makes this passage sing to me is that it was the first thing I’d written in five years that wasn’t for a grade/to fulfill an obligation/outside approval. I woke up one night, stumbled into the bathroom, and hammered out this and another scene sitting on the toilet, a borrowed laptop slowly grilling my thighs.
(For the curious: this excerpt is from the unpublished quasi-novel post s2 post-return fic I started, just about finished, and then got stuck on…and decided to have a bit of fun in a tiny side-universe to break through the block. That tiny side universe? Maintenance and Repair.)
12 Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?
A Study in Pink: I love a reworked intro episode AU.
The Sign of Three: The emotions and nuances at play here are ink in water: a thousand different shapes, a thousand different shades, containing possibility in the extreme. What a rich and bounteous hunting ground for inspiration…
19 Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?
Yes: It’s me. I think and dream and want things, and I write a fair amount of them down. I don’t particularly dislike the idea of ‘a muse’ but I do particularly like the idea of owning up to the fact that the words I write are, in fact, thought up and written down by me.
I think it’s important to diminish the distance writers (especially young writers) put between themselves and their writing. Wrote something you don’t/no longer like? Learn from it, learn to forgive yourself, and move on.
Wrote something you love? Own that success, own that pride, because that right there is the first and most important reason to do this. If you don’t derive joy and fulfillment from it, if you’re only doing this so that others will like it and lift it up, then you are placing a large chunk of your happiness’s foundation in strangers’ hands…
24 Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?
27 How do you feel about collaborations?
I find them fascinating to watch/read, but I find them daunting to undertake myself.
I would be quite picky about who I would collaborate with, given the opportunity…
28 Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
Well shit, that’s not nearly enough.
'Cause archiaart and @traumachu are brilliant, and so is @fizzygins (the first author I read in the fandom, thank you for the excellent rec shayvaalski)
But then so is bittergreens and @a-causidicus and silentauroriamthereal, and Chryse…. I just gawp at their skill.
prettyarbitrary and @abundantlyqueer have changed the way I think - about reading, about writing, about myself.
The entire gang over at AD inspire me daily, entertain me daily, get me through the daily.
(Is it favouritism to mention people I adore in real life? Is it too soon to mention shayvaalski for their excellently unsettling parent!lock [the only parent!lock I seek out]? Is it too early in the list to mention consultingsmartarse for her wonderfully creative AUs and meticulous scientist’s touch? And then, of course, there’s tiltedsyllogism, who has such a skilled and subtle hand at detail and era-creation that I feel like an anachronism in my own flat while I read her work…)
I can’t even list everyone, so yeah, chances are if you’re a fic writer in the sherlock bbc fandom, your words have touched me somehow, and left behind the evidence of their passing.
Because the thing is, see, there are so many flavours of ‘favourite’ to be found in the writers I know (and admire from afar)…
I refuse to list just three.
29 If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
I….don’t think I would do that. I prefer remixes - or swapping POVs, but I’m not so sure about full on sequels/prequels….
I mean, I’d be open to hearing suggestions about what others might think I’d like to sequel/prequel, but…nah?
I mean, I have so much on my plate, I can’t even begin to conceive of
borrowing trouble - I mean, ahem, you know. That.