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timepiececlockDinner was... an unfortunate experiment. The sauce & noodle thing didn't work out, and my vegetable... no longer falls under the vegetable classification, I'm afraid. So I ate the fried chicken and the oven-toasted garlic bread.
Got a nice fanfic review for Aquarius, too, this evening. Apparently if I get someone to catch my tense changes for me, I'll automatically be upped from "great fic" to "a spectacular fic."
Interesting. I think it might take a bit more than that, but thought is nice. And Aquarius is one of the fics I was most pleased with when all is said and done. You know, there's those fics of your own that you don't even like to read, and the ones that you really enjoy rereading and leave you feeling better about yourself. This was one of those. Also, I had fun writing it and scouring my thesaurus to think of every possible way to talk about water falling from the sky without using the word "rain." That was rather trying, as a rain-kiss Challenge was the whole point of that fanfic to begin with.
So it's really pretty cool when you're feeling a bit down, and someone sends you a review for an older fic and suddenly you think, "Well hell, I can't cook worth shit but maybe I've got potential with this other thing."
Plus, she said the magic words: "I'm not even a buffy fan...and I quite enjoyed this."
Yeah, that's the sentence that brightens yourday night.
Got a nice fanfic review for Aquarius, too, this evening. Apparently if I get someone to catch my tense changes for me, I'll automatically be upped from "great fic" to "a spectacular fic."
Interesting. I think it might take a bit more than that, but thought is nice. And Aquarius is one of the fics I was most pleased with when all is said and done. You know, there's those fics of your own that you don't even like to read, and the ones that you really enjoy rereading and leave you feeling better about yourself. This was one of those. Also, I had fun writing it and scouring my thesaurus to think of every possible way to talk about water falling from the sky without using the word "rain." That was rather trying, as a rain-kiss Challenge was the whole point of that fanfic to begin with.
So it's really pretty cool when you're feeling a bit down, and someone sends you a review for an older fic and suddenly you think, "Well hell, I can't cook worth shit but maybe I've got potential with this other thing."
Plus, she said the magic words: "I'm not even a buffy fan...and I quite enjoyed this."
Yeah, that's the sentence that brightens your
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Date: 2003-05-04 12:35 am (UTC)Yes, but more than potential.
I missed Aquarius because ff.net started acting up the last couple times I was there.
Dude, you left me speechless! Able to get out no more than, "Great...uh...guh...lovely".
*adds that to her must pimp list*
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Date: 2003-05-04 12:40 am (UTC)Ah. Now I know who to blame for why most of my fics have less than 10 reviews. FF.net, It's all YOUR FAULT! EAT BURNT DEATH! But not till I move my fics at some point
Dude, you left me speechless! Able to get out no more than, "Great...uh...guh...lovely".
*adds that to her must pimp list*
::all blushy:: Thank you. Was there any part in particular that you liked? I'm not fishing; I'm always curious to know if the people who liked it liked the same paragraphs or sentences or moments that I liked writing. Someimes they do, sometimes they say they like entirely different parts.
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Date: 2003-05-04 01:23 am (UTC)The entire Buffy at the window, playing with the droplets of rain and the fog, scene.
This
The downpour surged suddenly, crescending from a heavy, dirt drizzle to a riotous cacophony of water on glass, liquid on roof tiles, splashes on cement. A maelstrom outside that forlornly echoed her maelstrom within. She had wondered where the sun went, the same righteous, beautiful sunlight that had peaked through cracks that very morning to fall in splashes all around them, so near that for a moment when Buffy opened her eyes she had feared for him, before her proper self had whispered that maybe it would have been better if-
and
He moved, and the heavy coat slowly clipped from his shoulders, sliding down one arm till it was held out from his side like a banner, an offering. She watched as it fell carelessly to the wet ground, heavy drops pounding into it, pounding into him. It pounded onto his bare chest through the unbuttoned shirt, onto faded black jeans already soaked and dripping. He stood in the center of the street, in the center of her world where any human's car could mow him down, no more than a reed swaying in the wind. Through the glass and the water and the miles of numbness she watched him fall to his knees, hands lying open before him in broken offering, just staring back at her.
ooh and
Her hands pulled her from the window, dragged her along the wall and to the door, even as her feet dug into carpet begging her to stay. It took nothing then open the door, to step outside, to feel the tears of heaven washing into her own hair now. It smelled like sadness to Buffy, clean, numbing sorrow that washed away all one's fear and left only emptiness, wrinkled fingers and the desire to be swept away from life.
and I if I keep going I'll be quoting the entire fic. I could see everything in my head. You do a really, really, really lovely job of describing scenes, making it flow like poetry. Imagery a-freaking-mazing.
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Date: 2003-05-04 01:41 am (UTC)That was harder to write than the flashbacks from the sex, actually. Trying to capture that weird depresso-feeling you get watching rain fall on a window, and combine that with all the angst someone like Buffy is going through at the time.
He stood in the center of the street, in the center of her world where any human's car could mow him down, no more than a reed swaying in the wind. Through the glass and the water and the miles of numbness she watched him fall to his knees, hands lying open before him in broken offering, just staring back at her.
oooh. I did like that part.
It smelled like sadness to Buffy, clean, numbing sorrow that washed away all one's fear and left only emptiness, wrinkled fingers and the desire to be swept away from life.
Hey, I don't remember that sentence. Did I write that sentence? That's actually a pretty cool sentence. What's it doing in my fic?
You do a really, really, really lovely job of describing scenes, making it flow like poetry. Imagery a-freaking-mazing.
Imagery was definintely the focus in writing it, as it has practically zero dialogue (unlike some of my fics that are almost all dialogue). In many ways this was sort of an exercise for me-- I don't mean that it was easy-type exercise, I mean it was a what-can-i-do-if-i-focus-on-this-way exercise.
It took no effort to stride toward the drowning vampire prince—not a king, no never that—to pull him up with a kiss and sink into his mouth, into his love.
I like that line. I wrote part of this fic jsut because I desperately desperately wanted to call Spike a "vampire prince" in at least one fanfic of mine, somewhere. I had this whole mental logical reasoning behind calling him that, talking about how his behavior as a master vampire is very reminiscent of stories of the restless prince who spurns his king's control yet desires his acceptance and pride (Angelus), who wastes his time with unimportant selfish and overly romanticized lifestyle, but who nonetheless is the one who will one day inheret all that power and prestige of his family...
... but no one ever asked about it. But I loved it anyway.
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Date: 2003-05-04 11:30 am (UTC)Yup, you wrote that cool sentence. I know I didn't put it there and if you didn't put it there, I'd say you have fic elves adding sentences while you're away.
It took no effort to stride toward the drowning vampire prince-not a king, no never that-to pull him up with a kiss and sink into his mouth, into his love.
I like that line. I wrote part of this fic jsut because I desperately desperately wanted to call Spike a "vampire prince" in at least one fanfic of mine, somewhere. I had this whole mental logical reasoning behind calling him that, talking about how his behavior as a master vampire is very reminiscent of stories of the restless prince who spurns his king's control yet desires his acceptance and pride (Angelus), who wastes his time with unimportant selfish and overly romanticized lifestyle, but who nonetheless is the one who will one day inheret all that power and prestige of his family...
Oooh, neatness. I like that. That's so Spike. I like that a lot. Coolness.
Also, *shocked and awed* you didn't use the word "rain" at all. I actually went back and reread 3 times just to look for "rain" because I could have sworn rain was mentioned. You're good!
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Date: 2003-05-05 05:22 pm (UTC)Oh, that's a thought. I wonder if you could hire them, and sic them on other people's stories?
Also, *shocked and awed* you didn't use the word "rain" at all. I actually went back and reread 3 times just to look for "rain" because I could have sworn rain was mentioned.
BWAHAHAHAA! It was a success then. I convinced you that you'd read it when you never had. heeheheeee.
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Date: 2003-05-04 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-04 01:23 am (UTC)I kept poking the poor penguin till he totally freaks out, then hit the print screen key while he was freaking, pasted them into paint shop and the Spaztastic Penguins were born.
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Date: 2003-05-04 01:27 am (UTC)