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So AJ month is over :( and we say bye bye to the Take it all off default icon. I'm gonna be using Tony for a while, because he's beautiful and I love him and he sings so nice.
Having seen the full run, I am now writing Emerald Cove fic. It's up to 19 pages at 12 point single spaced and nowhere near done. People who've read my fic in other fandoms know I don't usually run that long with maybe one or two notable exceptions. One of these days I'm going to have to use all that space I'm paying Boomspeed for and put my page back up. My stories have been homeless for far too long. I love Wipeout. I really do. He's such a blast to write. He's incredibly gay. Or at least the way the show portrays him, it's really easy to make him incredibly gay. He's got issues galore. I've got all sorts of ideas.
Unfortunately my ideas don't always make it into the story. I've never been one of those people who can sit down and outline a story before hand and then fill in the blanks. In a lot of ways I envy people who are able to write that way because they probably finish a lot more stories than I do. Odd as it sounds, when I write, it's like I'm just a conduit. Like the story already exists somewhere and it's just being beamed into my brain so my fingers can type it out. I guess that's where the whole idea of muses comes from, because sometimes it really does feel like someone's whispering in my ear.
I could never explain it. I don't think I really even understand it. But when the story is coming and the words are flowing from my fingers there's not a feeling like that in the world. Even if it sometimes happens that I will look at what I just wrote and go "Where the fuck did that come from?"
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Having seen the full run, I am now writing Emerald Cove fic. It's up to 19 pages at 12 point single spaced and nowhere near done. People who've read my fic in other fandoms know I don't usually run that long with maybe one or two notable exceptions. One of these days I'm going to have to use all that space I'm paying Boomspeed for and put my page back up. My stories have been homeless for far too long. I love Wipeout. I really do. He's such a blast to write. He's incredibly gay. Or at least the way the show portrays him, it's really easy to make him incredibly gay. He's got issues galore. I've got all sorts of ideas.
Unfortunately my ideas don't always make it into the story. I've never been one of those people who can sit down and outline a story before hand and then fill in the blanks. In a lot of ways I envy people who are able to write that way because they probably finish a lot more stories than I do. Odd as it sounds, when I write, it's like I'm just a conduit. Like the story already exists somewhere and it's just being beamed into my brain so my fingers can type it out. I guess that's where the whole idea of muses comes from, because sometimes it really does feel like someone's whispering in my ear.
I could never explain it. I don't think I really even understand it. But when the story is coming and the words are flowing from my fingers there's not a feeling like that in the world. Even if it sometimes happens that I will look at what I just wrote and go "Where the fuck did that come from?"
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