December Meme: Writing
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I apologise in advance for how self-indulgent I'm going to be in my answer.
Mostly I write from prompts, sometimes more successfully than others. I do a lot of exchanges and begging-for-prompts type memes; I sometimes scour kink memes and the like for ideas, but I find it much harder to get motivated without someone specific to write for, even though I feel like that's stupid, especially because increasingly I just use the prompt as a jumping off point to go off on a tangent of my own.
At their best exchanges can force you to write some really innovative fic. I think the best fic I wrote this year was probably Kiss The Boys And Make Them Cry (Dany/Jon, Dany/Aegon) which is a fic I never would have written if I hadn't received the prompt in an exchange. I'm endlessly fascinated by Dany; I might be one of the few people in the fandom who're actually really into the fact that she's a rubbish queen at the moment and that her massive messiah complex has hugely backfired on her, without using it as an excuse to character bash. But while I think her story and Jon's are running on parallel tracks, and doubtlessly destined converge, the idea of them as a ship leaves me less than cold. And as for Aegon - I tend not even to include him in my future fics, assuming that he died offscreen like the giant and obvious red herring that he is; on the other hand, if it's a plot twist, and he's not "the mummer's dragon" then I will be genuinely and lastingly cross at the narrative choices that have led to that. So not a fic that I would have written on my own, but one I'm ultimately rather proud of.
The fic I had the most fun writing this year was Keep the Bouquets, Throw Away the Grooms (Sansa/Margery). Okay, the surprisingly delightful arranged marriage of Sansa Stark and Margaery Tyrell is the stuff of my id, and something I might have told myself to amuse me on a long walk or lull myself off to the land of nod. But I never would have written and posted it if I didn't have a prompt giving me implicit permission, or I don't know, validation, to write it. Stupid, I know.
Of the things I've written that didn't come directly from some kind of prompt: there's The Sisters Black (the Night's Watch) and while I would love to take credit for the idea of an all female Night's Watch AU, it's actually the result of my becoming obsessed with this graphic and not being able to believe that nobody had written it yet.
There's also This Is What You Will Wear To The End Of The World (Gwen, Morgana). To give you some context, the tagline for Merlin in my head is, Merlin: the show and fandom so toxic and sexist it makes Game of Thrones look like the feminist utopia. And that was something I wrote mostly to work through my residual feelings on that fandom and give myself some closure; silly as an may seem to need closure on an excessively stupid teatime beeb show.
The main difference between those two and the stuff I write for exchanges is how long they took. They were both, not in progress, because I wasn't actually writing them, but I was thinking about writing then, and working them through in my head, for more than a year apiece. In the absence of a deadline it takes me a long, long time to write anything, and mostly I'll write nothing. There's a sequel to The Sisters Black that I've been thinking about writing since March, so you know, expect it next July, maybe.
I outline a lot in my head, which is fantastic, right up until the point where you come to write anything down, where you might as well not have bothered.
Many years ago I had a crack at being a standup comedian, and I never wrote my routines down in their entirety; I had a list of beats I wanted to hit, where the laughter should be if I was doing it right. I don't know why, because I was a terrible comic, but I use the same approach for writing. I approach a story as a series of vignettes. If it works it should go like... section one reveals this about the characters and packs this emotional punch, the next section reveals this other thing and packs this different emotional punch. When it doesn't work, and it often doesn't, it looks like you've got the skeleton of a story rather than an actual story.
By the way, the last time I think I did this well was The Quiet Ones (Sansa/Myrcella).
The other thing, I think, that can make my writing look a bit barebones is that when I work out scenes in my head I do it dialogue only; I think, I hope, I'm getting better at remembering to colour inside the lines when it comes to actually writing.
This is why a lot of my fics have numbered sections, and even the ones that don't were probably written that way and just had the numbers edited out later. When I first started writing fanfiction the five things format was a huge thing, and I think I found it formative. Also, it's good for motivation, I think, to break things down; tonight I will write section ii, which consists of scenes a,b, and c, makes point y, and includes line z, which I've been proud of since I thought it up and should write down before I forget.
Endings suck, especially my endings. I tend to have the first two thirds of a fic reasonably well worked out before I start writing it. Not coincidentally, the two thirds mark is often where it all falls apart. That's not always the case, sometimes I come up with the ending first. Everything in The Game of Courtship (Sansa/Margaery) from Sansa's crush at first sight on Margaery, to their sweet romance at Highgarden, to Margaery's declaration of love, was written to spiral towards the last scene where Margaery gives Sansa the purple amethysts. My whole thing with Margaery is that she might genuinely care for Sansa but she'll never shy away from using her.
Sometimes an obvious ending presents itself. Abu el Banat (Oberyn Martell) was written for a prompt about Oberyn and his daughters, Oberyn has eight daughters, but in the writing it morphed into a fic as much about Oberyn's relationship with his sister Elia as anything else. I'm really fascinated by sibling dynamics, is the thing. So it seemed obvious to end it after Elia's death with Oberyn naming his fifth daughter after her.
More often I don't end fics so much as just... stop.
Speaking of just stopping.