Out Of My Tree

Okay so the writing – sounds impressive at the moment.  Especially to me considering I have been able to write only what is on this blog and the 26000 odd words in NaNoWriMo over the last 12 months BUT it comes with a proviso.

It’s FanFiction

Sorry? What?

I am… cough… currently writing FanFiction.

Yes.

Trust me. I know.

NOw a lot of Fanfiction that I have read over the years (I used to proof read a lot of Buffy stuff back in the day…) just seems to be a way to make sure that the characters you love and adore y’know do the nasty nasty in lots of terribly poor horrible pornagraphic ways, most of which (if they were published) would be instantly up for the The Literary Review’s Bad Sex in Fiction Award (a quick aside – 2008’s awards shortlist passages are here for a good giggle).

Not that I am knocking the sex.  I mean who wouldn’t want a little more lovin’ bewteen certain characters. I remember when Mulder and Scully finally kissed my head nearly exploded (and yes I know there are some that think that that was when it jumped the shark but screw you I loved that relationship)… but I get waaaaaaay too emotionally involved in things as we all know.

Anyway; as well as having characters flying in to one location and having a total nightmare with time differences; I may have backed myself into a corner with having to write a potential lust love scene.  Now I could go all Mills and Boon-y and do it all behind closed doors or I could go with the graphic description-y thing.  Either way it’s going to be quite bad.

I never really know how to describe the action… and which words do you use?  Cute pet names?  Gynaecologically correct terms? Oh baby oh baby?  All of which has potential for disaster.   The last time I even vaguely touched on the subject was during GBBMC08 (oh those heady days!) when I wrote a short piece of fiction (no, I’m not going to make you read the whole thing – that would just be cruel) and well… this was the end result.

The kiss was sudden and deep. Frantic movements full of hunger, longing, animal. Her jacket hit the floor at the same time his did. She pulled at his shirt and he threw it off as she unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed up the nightdress and broke the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. He gasped as he realised she was naked and pulled her to him, trying to make them become one person. She continued to set him free of his clothing and he stepped out of his jeans and shorts. The whirlpool of emotion that surrounded them tightened and her breasts heaved as she gasped a lungful of air. Their movements slowed as he lowered her onto the sofa and entered her with a force that only passion could be behind. She arched into him bit her lip as he thrust into her, not in any way expertly or thoughtfully, but unrefined, needfully, desired. He came inside her and collapsed against her breathlessly. She held his head against her, feeling his breath on her neck and smiled.

He was saying something but she couldn’t hear. Her heart was pounding so loud it threatened to explode from her chest.

He moved above her, looking into her eyes and uttered again the request to take it upstairs.

Tomorrow would bring panic and morality; embarrassment and explanations, but right now in the dark it was the way it always should have been.

 

Actually it makes no sense without the rest if it…

But the sex isn’t really what I’m writing about here.

FanFiction, whilst hard (living up to lots of people’s expectations as you write your version of their most loved characters, trying not to copy established pots, trying not to come across as ridiculous, trying to not get lost in ‘clever’ (they’re never clever) inside jokes) does help me skip what is, to me, the hardest part of writing – coming up with believable characters.

I get HOPELESSLY involved in character creation – back stories galore!  I know what hey had for breakfast the day they started High School and what their favourite colour was on their 12th birthday.  I create playlists of music on my iTunes that each character would have and can tell you their first kisses, favourite Subway sandwich, and their phobias – all of which would probably never be mentioned in the story.  I get so involved in the back story that my last two ‘things’ (for they are neither stories or novels or anything substantial) became histories and collapsed under the weight of information.  Not pretty sights.  There were tears.

But I do have a tale brewing in the back of my head.  So to get going with the writing I always do a bit a FanFicion-ing.  It’s a fun and fairly pain free way of helping my flex the right muscles and getting them warmed up before I run the gauntlet of original material.

The bad thing is this time is I am getting into the FanFiction in a big way and am really enjoying the story.  I signed up to a FanFiction website and am actually letting people see it…   I am hoping to update that story 2 or 3 times a week which has the added bonus of fulfilling a resolution and giving me an ego boost.  I am REALLY hoping that I don’t do that thing where I get bored before the end and drift off until I am just dribbling… ooo, like now!

Hmmm… the wordiness isn’t just effecting (affecting?) my fiction.  Sorry for the long post.