Ruminating.

[foxmonkey]

I write shmoop, apparently.

I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. I mean, I am until it's mentioned, and then I get all weird about it again. Because it's not taken seriously, is it? Shmoop, I mean.

Fanfic taken seriously...ha! Yeah, but you know what I mean. Not really respected, is it?

Oy, again with the head hurting.

Comments

[batgrrl1975.livejournal.com]

dude, your fic kicks ass! and there's nothing wrong with schmoopy-type stuff. that's the stuff that i go back to and read again and again. you know? and i guess my definition of schmoop would be romantic. like, some authors are so concerned with being gritty that their fic is re-readable. you know what i mean? but like, you capture these sweet moments between people. that's what i consider good stuff, man.

[foxmonkey.livejournal.com]

Well, thankee. :-)

I just get in these moods sometimes where it seems that everyone is writing fabulous, fandom-shaking stuff but me. Know what I mean? That what I write is just kind of there, because it doesn't do or mean anything. And I suspect that I'm not making much sense trying to explain this.

I guess I just want my characters to be happy. Even when bad stuff is happening, good stuff will happen at the end. I think I've written one bittersweet ending [Yella], and I have a sadder one planned for another story that's in the works, but usually, I can't stand it when people are unhappy. I want everyone to have a happy ending, even if it's not realistic. I mean, I've had enough balls of shit dropped on my own head in the last year, especially, that I don't necessarily want to visit them upon my favorite singing group, even in fic. And that's probably why my stories are happy and sweet; if I can control the crap that's raining down upon their heads, it's probably gonna be minimal. :-)

So, while I love reading realistic stuff that's not necessarily happy, even gritty stuff if it fits my perception of the Syncers' public personas and what I believe to be their private ones, I just can't seem to break past whatever is keeping me from achieving the same in my own writing.

Did Barbara Cartland secretly want to be Shirley Jackson?

Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I am on crack and must be ignored.