Ghosts/Unfinished Games -- Update, sort of
Jul. 4th, 2006 01:34 amOnce upon a long time ago I wrote two very long HP fics -- one a sequel to the other, the second unfinished.
They are an oddity in my fic writing for a number of reasons, and are an oddity in the fandom as well righ now. They're unabashedly a romance novel, and a major, major character is an OFC and the thing is populated by a ton of other OC's too. It is an oddly heteronormative story, and agressively monogamous. It stands for all sorts of things I don't believe in and is weird in that it does all the romance novel tropes while also delcairing loudly that said tropes are codependent bullshit. But it doesn't do this clearly, and most likely never will.
I've decided to repost it, largely chapter by chapter here (some chapters will be consolidated into a structure that makes more sense). Typos will be fixed, and some loose threads and language problems will be fixed. I won't be making it book 6 compliant, nor will I be trying to give it a purpose or tone other than the one it originally had. I advocate nothing in it and my only statement with it is a meta one about my belief in the full lives of characters -- and as such this needs to fixed and closed; it is what I owe to iterations of characters that sustained me at various points.
After I post everything that's already been writen, which should take a while, as I'm not turning this into a major writing project at all -- it's just something that I'm going to look at for 20 minutes a day -- I will either finish it, or with apologies, post a hasty but as artistic as possible summary of what happens in its unwritten end. Finally, a new 5 - 10 page epilogue will be written to provide one final matter of closure. When that happens, the necessity of this little exercise will no doubt seem cleaer than it currently does.
That's all. I hope it provides some amusement. If nothing else, it is the moment where I began to be able to articulate why stories matter to me. It is also a document of a time when I viewed myself and my heroes as little more than creatures of endurance, and I am grateful now to not just read and write with a broader eye, but to live with one as well.
This is no way impacts Descensus in terms of plot, time or production. There is, I can assure you, a tremendous amount lurking on that horizon.
They are an oddity in my fic writing for a number of reasons, and are an oddity in the fandom as well righ now. They're unabashedly a romance novel, and a major, major character is an OFC and the thing is populated by a ton of other OC's too. It is an oddly heteronormative story, and agressively monogamous. It stands for all sorts of things I don't believe in and is weird in that it does all the romance novel tropes while also delcairing loudly that said tropes are codependent bullshit. But it doesn't do this clearly, and most likely never will.
I've decided to repost it, largely chapter by chapter here (some chapters will be consolidated into a structure that makes more sense). Typos will be fixed, and some loose threads and language problems will be fixed. I won't be making it book 6 compliant, nor will I be trying to give it a purpose or tone other than the one it originally had. I advocate nothing in it and my only statement with it is a meta one about my belief in the full lives of characters -- and as such this needs to fixed and closed; it is what I owe to iterations of characters that sustained me at various points.
After I post everything that's already been writen, which should take a while, as I'm not turning this into a major writing project at all -- it's just something that I'm going to look at for 20 minutes a day -- I will either finish it, or with apologies, post a hasty but as artistic as possible summary of what happens in its unwritten end. Finally, a new 5 - 10 page epilogue will be written to provide one final matter of closure. When that happens, the necessity of this little exercise will no doubt seem cleaer than it currently does.
That's all. I hope it provides some amusement. If nothing else, it is the moment where I began to be able to articulate why stories matter to me. It is also a document of a time when I viewed myself and my heroes as little more than creatures of endurance, and I am grateful now to not just read and write with a broader eye, but to live with one as well.
This is no way impacts Descensus in terms of plot, time or production. There is, I can assure you, a tremendous amount lurking on that horizon.