When I get a good AU idea (or a bad one, ask me one day about the Lex-pregnant thing), I write a single or a couple of scenes from it. Usually in the middle--you know, because I can't do a slow build up to save my life. Then I folder it and wait to see if it grows, kind of like making sourdough starter. Leave in warm place, hope for fermentation.
I just realized I have a LOT of these. Seriously. So I categorized them, and here are a few that went over, say, a few pages.
Breathe Again -- bizarre futurefic where Clark is listening to dangerous-evil-wrong acid rain outside and talking to dead Lex (who also talks back, because I have flexible definitions on sanity) while comforting the people who are hiding in the cellar with him. Yes, seriously, that's exactly how it starts.
Last Men -- the longest running series of snippets in my personal history of them, wiht other people also haveing contributed to it. I have bits from the present, the near future, and the far future. In one, Lex is seeing Clark for the first time since invasion, as Clark is getting Lex out of a Kryptonian lab. Lex-lab-torture is highly underrated.
All the Kingdoms of the World -- I have no idea how to explain this one, but it starts with what looks like Clark murdering someone in the middle of the street and wearing a LuthorCorp nametag. And also, Lois is dead.
Threaded Through It All -- this one has potential in a weird, not so understandble way, that I'm still working out. Clark is escaping a lab--he has no idea who he is, but he's remmebering, no idea of what has happened to him, but he's getting it, and no way to escape inevitable recaptue except one.
It makes me wonder why exactly these ideas didn't capture me while others did. I don't see a pattern, specifically, except if I have too clear an idea, I tend not to go for a story, since it doesn't need for me to write it if I already know how it goes. On the other hand, if it' too vague--such as Breathe Again--then I can't get a handle on what kind of world I'm building and move to something that I can understand better.
A break to that is the story that tstar78 has been looking over for me. A few days ago, I thought I was going to try my hand at writing a horror story for SV--which, btw, for those of you who pull that off? More power to you. I just don't have that in me to do it well, or at all. Annoying. Dammit. Anyway, it starts off--well, slow. And for those of you who have read my fic, you know I tend for the scream and leap method of storytelling, so this thing where it starts out around a kitchen table with not a crisis or trauma in sight?
*blinks* No idea why that happened.
Anyway, Caro said, keep going, and so I did, though honestly, I didn't expect to, well, get anything out of it but a writing exercise and trying to work my way back into using the past tense naturally (and this is fucking HARD. I keep having to go back and change everything to past, because my baseline is now present-tense. Not easy). And then it happened.
Like--a flicker. The beginning needs to be rewritten for this to ever become a decent story, but what's going on is coming together. Not completely, not enough for me to say, oh, yeah, I know how this one is going to go. Because I don't. I really don't, but I think I could find out if I keep going. But I know enough to know what the next scene will be, and maybe how that will build on another scene, and then, boom, there they are, possibilities. Caro tossed out several different possible scenarios she thought might be happening, and it was incredibly fun to realize ANY OF THEM COULD BE IT. And if I didnt' know which one it was, then Clark and Lex didn't either, and I like it best when my characters are as confused as I am.
It's kind of like watching a movie in progress--you think you know, but at any moment, what you think might not happen and the story goes somewhere else, and God, that's cool. It's my favorite thing. Because it's like reading and writing at the same time, where every word changes everything.
Again, keep in mind? I'm a romantic about fandom, about fanfiction, AND about writing.
Yep. I'm really crazy after all.
Someone sent me a link to a review she did for Three Impossible Things, which well, I like feedback adn reviews. A lot. So I hied myself to read it and came out a little shocky and really, really impressed, because seriously, there's nothing that's more fascinating to me than how people read and interpret a story, any story (see my love of Past Grief discussion on this one, or Mercy, or Immortality). also, I am a fanfic writer and I am totally not above squeeing when someone likes something I wrote. Take it as you will. It made me happy.
Link to review by uselessplayback
This is the part that made me go oooh. Hmmm.
Clark is something else here as well. He's not nice. He's not clean. He's totally ruthless. While a person could definitly understand where he's coming from, he's doing exactly the reverse of what the cliched potential love interest would do; he's taking charge. Clark's not sweet about it either, you see a totally vindictive personality emmerge that is difficult to like. You can't like Clark in this fic, but you can't hate him either.
You know, he IS.
I'm always generally under the impression that readers are a lot better than writers at intepretation--writers are usually too close to the source, one, and two, have spent too much time with conflicting ideas that they finally get down into ONE idea to really know what they've got once it is written--kind of like all the ghosts of what the story could have been if this had been different or that had been different or that scene you only thought but never wrote, and all those ghosts are always there when you read your own work again. If that makes any sense. Whereas readers come in at a relative tabula rasa--hell, if you were to use my summaries to try and decide what a story is about, almost an absolute tabula rasa.
So, reading that, and looking at the story, it's odd to see that yep, that's there all right.
I'd like to see uselessplayback's take on some other fics now. Hmm. Because that was fun, and not just because it was me. Though yes, that was there too. *grins*