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bktheirregular) wrote2002-12-20 02:30 pm
bktheirregular) wrote2002-12-20 02:30 pm
Rain-induced musings
Some days you look out the window and it just drains the creativity tank. It's raining outside, hard rain, miserable. Reminds me of Oscar the Grouch, "I'm Dreaming of a Wet Christmas". No work today (curse and blessing combined), so it's a day to sit down and write. Only the ideas aren't coming.
So where did the ideas come from, anyway?
I've been writing things since I was ten years old or so, crude ideas, desperately needing refinement, or a bullet to put them out of their misery. Some of them were pretty good, I suppose. A number have been lost in crashes, in moving from one computer to another (pretty much all my creative writing has been done on computers of one make or another), or in loss of interest.
I suppose I can start with stuff for public consumption.
"Moonwalk": I wasn't around when Neil and Buzz stepped onto the gray landscape, and I often wonder what it would have been like to witness that marvelous piece of history. I'm sure everyone out there knows someone who was alive that day, who remembers what it was like. And most everyone, if asked, could tell you what they were doing. But then people die ... and the memory is lost, and the question can never be answered. "Moonwalk" was written a little while after Buffy's "The Body"; I wanted to bring Spike and Giles together at Joyce's resting place, and I figured Armstrong's one small step could give them common ground...
"Mending Fences": another spin on Joyce, this time from Angel's perspective.
"The Carton": All these vampires show up in Sunnydale, and end up dust in the wind. But before they were vampires, they were people. Some were mourned, dead and buried; but others may still have loved ones searching for them. There are always consequences. What if one of the loved ones tracked the missing as far as Sunnydale?
"Sports Page": The New Jersey Nets are the only professional basketball team I have ever seen live and in person, and it was at a time when, frankly, they stunk. Their resurgence in 2001-2002 was a helluva surprise; nice, but it gave a sense that somehow the cosmos had come out of alignment. This is just silliness. If you want to see real basketball-themed madness, check out Yahtzee's "Hoop Screams", which is way better than my own entry. And tell her that some loon calling himself the Irregular sent you.
"Under-Promotion": I got into Farscape through watching "Revenging Angel", which was obviously written and filmed under the influence of contraband spices. Then I saw "John Quixote", which is enough to send a newbie to the psycho tank suffering from fits and giggles. But there was another game going on at the same time, one that wasn't gone into much. Actually, this one gives the impression that I know a lot more about chess than I really do; it's based on a trick I read in a chess book many years ago. I lost my interest in chess after getting my clock cleaned by a sharpie at camp long ago, but I still remember that you can turn a pawn into a knight and totally mess up an opponent's plan, especially if they thought that a pawn always became a queen...
"The Scarab": Still in progress, so I can't really go into it too much.
"Recalculation": It hit me all of a sudden that the Firefly Serenity is probably run quite a bit like a modern tramp steamer or fishing boat, so I picked up Linda Greenlaw's The Hungry Ocean to look over how they divided up the profits among captain and crew. Then I took my own liberties. Well, actually, the trigger was hearing Jayne Cobb muttering in my head, "Mal says we gotta re-figure the shares soon", and it kinda snowballed from there. It worries me that I was able to get into Jayne's head so easily, particularly since he's the sort of guy I wouldn't give the time of day to normally.
"Hook, Line, Sinker": I just wanted to see Inara do something not glamorous. And I'm sure there are a few people out there who would pay money to have someone treat them as ordinary people, without having to worry about sycophants and such. Sometimes, a person just wants company.
And I've rambled on way too long. Still getting the hang of this, I guess. Sorry to bother.
Hopefully the rain will clear up. Or the logjam in my head will clear a little more.
Until next time, be careful out there...
Close entry.
So where did the ideas come from, anyway?
I've been writing things since I was ten years old or so, crude ideas, desperately needing refinement, or a bullet to put them out of their misery. Some of them were pretty good, I suppose. A number have been lost in crashes, in moving from one computer to another (pretty much all my creative writing has been done on computers of one make or another), or in loss of interest.
I suppose I can start with stuff for public consumption.
"Moonwalk": I wasn't around when Neil and Buzz stepped onto the gray landscape, and I often wonder what it would have been like to witness that marvelous piece of history. I'm sure everyone out there knows someone who was alive that day, who remembers what it was like. And most everyone, if asked, could tell you what they were doing. But then people die ... and the memory is lost, and the question can never be answered. "Moonwalk" was written a little while after Buffy's "The Body"; I wanted to bring Spike and Giles together at Joyce's resting place, and I figured Armstrong's one small step could give them common ground...
"Mending Fences": another spin on Joyce, this time from Angel's perspective.
"The Carton": All these vampires show up in Sunnydale, and end up dust in the wind. But before they were vampires, they were people. Some were mourned, dead and buried; but others may still have loved ones searching for them. There are always consequences. What if one of the loved ones tracked the missing as far as Sunnydale?
"Sports Page": The New Jersey Nets are the only professional basketball team I have ever seen live and in person, and it was at a time when, frankly, they stunk. Their resurgence in 2001-2002 was a helluva surprise; nice, but it gave a sense that somehow the cosmos had come out of alignment. This is just silliness. If you want to see real basketball-themed madness, check out Yahtzee's "Hoop Screams", which is way better than my own entry. And tell her that some loon calling himself the Irregular sent you.
"Under-Promotion": I got into Farscape through watching "Revenging Angel", which was obviously written and filmed under the influence of contraband spices. Then I saw "John Quixote", which is enough to send a newbie to the psycho tank suffering from fits and giggles. But there was another game going on at the same time, one that wasn't gone into much. Actually, this one gives the impression that I know a lot more about chess than I really do; it's based on a trick I read in a chess book many years ago. I lost my interest in chess after getting my clock cleaned by a sharpie at camp long ago, but I still remember that you can turn a pawn into a knight and totally mess up an opponent's plan, especially if they thought that a pawn always became a queen...
"The Scarab": Still in progress, so I can't really go into it too much.
"Recalculation": It hit me all of a sudden that the Firefly Serenity is probably run quite a bit like a modern tramp steamer or fishing boat, so I picked up Linda Greenlaw's The Hungry Ocean to look over how they divided up the profits among captain and crew. Then I took my own liberties. Well, actually, the trigger was hearing Jayne Cobb muttering in my head, "Mal says we gotta re-figure the shares soon", and it kinda snowballed from there. It worries me that I was able to get into Jayne's head so easily, particularly since he's the sort of guy I wouldn't give the time of day to normally.
"Hook, Line, Sinker": I just wanted to see Inara do something not glamorous. And I'm sure there are a few people out there who would pay money to have someone treat them as ordinary people, without having to worry about sycophants and such. Sometimes, a person just wants company.
And I've rambled on way too long. Still getting the hang of this, I guess. Sorry to bother.
Hopefully the rain will clear up. Or the logjam in my head will clear a little more.
Until next time, be careful out there...
Close entry.
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