Authorial waffling —nothing to see here, carry on

[ratherastory]

Dear Gabriel,

Dude, you were meant to be a Cunning Plot Device™. In no way, shape or form was I inviting you to take up residence in my head and start nattering at me about your motivations. I'm not supposed to like you: I find your character on the show insufferable, and I want to smack him repeatedly until he leaves Sam and Dean alone.

Please to be getting out of my head before I actually start to warm to you. No, I mean it. Do NOT have a heart-to-heart with the Castiel who has already wormed his way in there (yes, he did it too, and now he's in there permanently and I actually like him now, dammit). I don't have room for you. Stop trying to be sympathetic, damn you!

Did you hear me? PLOT DEVICE. Nothing more.

*headdesk*

Yeah, didn't think so.

No love,

Me


Umm, flist? Does anyone know if in "Tall Tales" we ever find out the name of the janitor? I'm happy to invent a name for him if he doesn't have one, but Super-Wiki and IMdB are being unhelpful.


So, yeah. "Take Me Home" was supposed to be a quickie, light-hearted little crack!fic, and now it's getting a little out of hand. I wouldn't be surprised if it hits 50K. Suddenly I have to think about characterization and motivations and PLOT, dagnabbit. Not to mention structure and underlying themes, and I'll be damned if the characters aren't all going and learning something from all of this.

*sigh*

Apparently I really AM incapable of just writing something silly and schmoopy.

Also, I blame roque_clasique for my new-ish kink of having Dean using forearm crutches. What the hell?

Comments

[tifaching.livejournal.com]

Isn't it amazing how the damned things start off as an idea with an actual end and then go from there? Longer and longer as more things occur to you. You just want to scream enough already! I haven't done anything close to as long as your fic is going to be, but even the short ones seem to turn into two or three parters. And I liked Gabriel in every epi he's been in so far. I still can't warm up to Castiel, but I have to write him into a fic I'm working on so I hope I can make him not too much of a dick. And forearm crutches? If they're what I'm thinking of, they're way hotter for Dean than regular crutches, or god forbid, a walker.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

They're the metallic ones with cuffs that clip around your forearms. Way sexier than regular crutches (and I cannot believe I just wrote that, I am clearly sick). Let's not even go the walker route. :P

My problem is that my ideas don't always have ends: I tend to find out what it is when I get there. Sometimes I'll write *toward* an end, when the last scene is in my mind (or sometimes even the concluding sentence), but then the rest of the fic is a surprise for me.

So, uh, my stuff always ends up longer than I originally envisioned.

[tifaching.livejournal.com]

Lol, I wrote sexier instead of hotter at first and then I changed it. I can imagine a sort of open ended or beginninged in the event you already have the end scene planned, could go on for a while. Eek.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

*snerk*

And yes, it can go on for a while. Eesh.