Brooklyn Botanical Garden
I am in the process of lining up what may be the busiest weekend of the summer for me. If the last event comes through, it might also be the coolest/most bizarre. I’ll let you know when everything is finalized. In the meantime, Happy Solstice (or Midsummer, or Litha, whichever you prefer)!
Aside from that, I’m keeping busy. I should be finishing my mom’s present, since tomorrow is her birthday, and by god I will work on it at lunch, but something else has most of my interest and attention at the moment. Writing. I actually wrote a short story on Sunday – so short that I believe the technical term is “fic-let” – a scene between two characters who aren’t mine. (Technically, yes, that qualifies it as fanfiction. I wrote fanfiction, SUCK IT.) I posted it to Fanfiction.net, and within 14 hours I had 9 really positive reviews from fanfiction writers I admire, and 8 of those reviewers had listed my story as a favorite.I really wasn’t expecting that kind of a response. It was a scene that had been kicking around in my head for a while, and I didn’t think other people would be as amused by it as I was. I guess I was wrong. And since I now have a built-in audience over there who are waiting for my next story, the pressure is on. I have amazing empathy for J.K. Rowling right now, when last week I was cursing that she should just finish the damn seventh Harry Potter book.
I spent three hours last night working on my next short piece, deliberating over word choice, was it in character, where did I want it to go. During that time, I remembered that good writing isn’t easy. Somehow characters will take on a life of their own and do something completely opposite of what you had intended. One wrong word choice takes the piece in another random direction. And you’re left trying to corral everything back to the way you had envisioned, or at least get it all going in the same direction, even if it wasn’t the one you’d planned.
Blogging is so much easier than writing about the space-time continuum.
