Friday, December 26th, 2003 01:32 am
meme moment
Hi to new friends! *waves* Just you know, feel welcome. Pull up easy chairs and all.
It's late, I'm bored, and also, I'm the tiniest bit drunk, from, of all things, cherry schnapps. Which, by the way, is like sucking on a jolly rancher. The candy, that is. Sweet as hell.
Gakked directly from
jmtorres word for word.
I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach." (anyone who comments to say only that you like spinach shall be thwapped. unless, of course, that's the only thing of interest about you. but if you're just doing it to be smartass... *G*)
Hmm. To compensate, ask me any one question, if you wish, and I'll answer it as best I can.
I'm still getting over the other night when I didn't recognize
josselin's AIM name. Sooo embarassing. So very, very embarassing.
It's late, I'm bored, and also, I'm the tiniest bit drunk, from, of all things, cherry schnapps. Which, by the way, is like sucking on a jolly rancher. The candy, that is. Sweet as hell.
Gakked directly from
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I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach." (anyone who comments to say only that you like spinach shall be thwapped. unless, of course, that's the only thing of interest about you. but if you're just doing it to be smartass... *G*)
Hmm. To compensate, ask me any one question, if you wish, and I'll answer it as best I can.
I'm still getting over the other night when I didn't recognize
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From:When I was younger I had a slight speech problem, I learned to love books because they never made fun of the way I spoke. It was easier to learn to love silence. The speech problem is pretty much gone except for when I'm very tired but the love of reading remains.
My question would be: When you write do you plot out the stories completely or do the characters 'tell' the story to you as you go along. Do they ever do things that surprise you, that you weren't expecting?
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From:I don't think I've ever seen one in actual real life. Hmm.
When I was younger I had a slight speech problem, I learned to love books because they never made fun of the way I spoke. It was easier to learn to love silence. The speech problem is pretty much gone except for when I'm very tired but the love of reading remains.
*nod* Yeah. I was a really--socially awkward child. Reading was the one place nothing could ever touch me.
When you write do you plot out the stories completely or do the characters 'tell' the story to you as you go along. Do they ever do things that surprise you, that you weren't expecting?
If by pre-plotting, you mean I say--I want to use this bit of a scene.
There's a room below the Fortress, where he takes Lex, trailing behind him like the shadow of the moon, and how fucking appropriate is that? He's hid inside himself for so long, so steadily, that Clark sometimes wonders if he even remembers what the sun feels like on his skin.
In a few years, Clark thinks he'll forget that, too, like he's forgotten Chloe's face, his unborn sister's chosen name, and the taste of a Kansas wind in late fall, right after the harvest.
The room lights up, a rainbow of colors that circle then like an approaching army, and Clark takes a breath as he steps inside.
"You can't save everyone, Clark," Lex murmurs behind him. Clark closes his eyes. Lex doesn't understand. He'll never understand. But maybe, just maybe, it'll be enough to simply *know*.
"I know. But I can save you."
I've been absolutely besotted with figuring out something to go with this, but damned if I can find anything. I've changed the opening to those two lines of dialogue, added at the end, and hated it every time. I figure one day, it'll hit me.
And they *always* surprise me. I'm constantly surprised by what actually happens, as opposed to what I think will happen.
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