Nooo, you're playlist is the songs from QaF *VIDS*. And vids in general that you've loved. And the sad thing is, I vid in my head sometimes. Not that I'm any good at it--me and the visual medium don't get along at all.
Note to silviakundera: Where did you get that version of Keep Me? I have a more--energetic version, but I like your quieter one better.
66, Battleflag, Black Balloon, Goodbye to You (associate with Buffy goodness), Good Enough, Proud, Kiss the Rain, Keep Me, Silver Blue, Summer Rain, Boys of Summer, Things Will Never Be the Same, The Space Between, (Love Me) When I'm Gone.
Most of these I've written to.
Music, the right kind, unlocks something, like this filter between my head and my fingers goes offline briefly. I don't think I write *better* because of it, but I do write a lot *faster*. The right words take a shorter period of time to find. *grins* Think search engine on nitrus.
So far, Keep Me, if I can find the Silvia Kundera version, could walk me through the rest of the weird, weird, *weird* Michel/Brian/Justin thing going on in my LJ. Because dissecting actually works sometimes.
The WiP Collection
How's It Gonna Be (QaF) - I just revel in this. I can honestly say I've never just had this much *fun* making a character so miserable. It could easily be subtitled Justin's Very Bad, No Good, Terribly Painful, Icky, Angsty Week (with comics). Because he's fun. He's *so* much fun and I love him *so* much. I do. I love him *so so so* much.
Look and See (QaF) - this wouldn't have happened if dammitcarl hadn't given me her opinion on Justin's character. It's way different from mine, but I liked hers, too. Then again, I have weakness for smart, manipulative, ruthless brats when they do it with such style. *happy sigh* Long live Ruthless!Justin.
Foray (QaF) -- cowrite with velena who enables and also, makes me drool. Whoa *doggies*. Daphne Love! We need more Daphne Love! We need *icons* too. Someone, in the name of God, tell me where there are screencaps, please.
This, Too (SV) -- cowrite with rageprufrock, and we're *scared* of this story, okay? Scared. And it's long. And it scares us. A lot.
The rest I'm pretending don't exist. Because I am God of the WiP folder and when I close my eyes, I can't see it. So there.
For anyone vaguely interested, Reboot is reviewing How It's Gonna Be here and here. It's interesting reading--it's rare I get to see where other people are going in a fic I'm writing, and apparently, I *am* doing it more right than I thought. Which is Of the Good.
destina talks critique here. Lots of comments on the subject everywhere. An older entry, August-y, but imminently re-readable. And now would be a *good* time to do so.
Something to Rememeber by josselin, Jesus Christ, she made me NOT want B/J. Like, ever, in this universe. Justin deserved better, and hell, so did Brian. *sniffles* Read it. It hurts *so* much.]
Fairy Tales and Other Acts of Subversion
One of my favorite reads of all time is an anthology called Black Thorn, White Rose, retellings of fairy tales in a myriad of quite twisty ways. Hindsight lets me note that, yes, this is fanfic, just fanfic of really, really old stories, so really, I'm so seeing a pattern in what attracts me.
The ones I seem to like best are the ones that kept the--hmm. I don't want to say spirit, because no one sane reads "Sweet Bruising Skin" and thinks, huh, that is *so* like The Princess and the Pea. But recognizable without being just boring.
The creepiness factor works for me, though.
Though I would be ecstatic if someone, and someone out there *has* to have read this book, could tell me what the *fuck* is up in "The Frog Prince or Iron Henry"?
There are about three or four that I genuinely don't like--"Ashputtle" gets the crown. It's not that the symbolism doesn't appeal to me, because it does--I just don't see it as a Cinderella story, no matter how much stretching of the original text(s) is done. Stripping out the names, it's creepy original kind-of horror fic. I'm not reading for original fic. I'm reading for variations on a theme.
Whereas "Words Like Pale Stones" (and yep, lifted *that* title right off there, the sheer beauty of the concept appealing to me in all that complexity that truth can be) is a vivid Rumpelstilskin.
I liked this bit.
"Art starts out simple. Pale. True to what is real. Like stone statues of the human body, or verse chanted by firelight. Pale, pale stone. Pale as stone. Simple words, that name what is true. Designs in natural wool, the color of rams' horns. Then, as time goes on, the design becomes more elaborate. The colors brighter. The story twisted to fit rhyme, or symbol, or somebody else's power. Finally, the designs are so elaborate, so twisted with motion, and the colors so feverish--look at me Ludie-- that the original, the real as it exists in nature, looks puny and withered. The original has lost all power to move us, replaced by a hectic simulacrum that bears only a tainted relation to what is real. The corruption is complete."
Hmm. Let me think--"Sweet Bruising Skin" is just plain creepy, and there's enough original in it so it works. Also helps that unlike "Ashputtle", it's set in a compatiable time period. And it has that variable pov bit--in which the story is told by someone else, in this case, the prince's mother.
This bit always makes me smile. The Queen mother's family was something else.
Some years previously, a cousin of mine, having been sold into a marriage alliance with Brude, which she bitterly resented, had, through deft application of toxins, reduced her husband's intelligence to something less than that enjoyed by a vegetable, and had also rendered all children of the family under the age of ten incurably insane, before escaping the Brudish demesne with her maid.
"The Goose Girl" hurts, with an acid sort of sweetness of remembered impossible love, except...
I suppose it comes back to in fiction, love is used to cover an awful lot of ground. And oddly, I could almost think Justin's Romance Debates of Season Two and Three might have solidified a lot of my problems.
I like the story, but the narrator, the prince, is fucking spineless. Man of his time, *whatever*, he watched while the woman he loved and her unborn child, *his* unborn child, were killed and then married the princess, because that was *expected*. And for God's sake, honey, you knew she liked girls more than boys when you met her, so *really*, what the *hell*?
Just read it. You'll see what I mean.
Okay, am buckling down to write some Justin-inflicting-deep-psychological-ago
*whistles and wanders off*