I’ve been getting all contemplative about writing lately. Like about how my word count for the last couple of months is, oh, zero, and how I feel about that. I’m actually thinking about giving up on fanfic.
Also, I might follow the lead of our friend Don Eppes, who upon realizing that he would never be anything but a mediocre baseball player quit his minor league team and signed on with the FBI, at which he excelled. I know that I’m a minor league fanfic writer. I don’t totally suck, but I’m not first string and never will be. Maybe I should try to find out what it is I’m really good at.
That being said, I just signed up for the
In a total tangent, I just got back from a nice chamber music concert. I couldn’t help noticing how erotic I found it to watch those four men playing music together. I’m not a musician but it seemed to take so much trust in and respect for each other- it felt very intimate. And the way they listen to and watch each other as they create this beautiful music. How could they do that and not have a deep connection? I know the connection doesn’t have to be sexual, but that’s where my mind goes. ;)
Of course I’m sitting there enjoying the concert, thinking about how to work that into an SGA fic. (I wish Rodney played the violin, but I could work with the piano…) Ug! It might be too late to give up on fanfic, it’s hard wired into the brain. Or it would at least take some serious discipline.
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I've thought it would be a good con topic: WHY do we write what we do. Though that could easily go the way of TMI. LOL
And "seeking succor in the squee", that's great!