--but the din in my head, it's too much and it's no good--

[leahbobet]

This week has so far been chock full of Dayjobbery (tm). Although my dayjob is still a dayjob of unmitigated awesome, and this week has been especially awesome (guess who reported her first question period today! Guess who got to go to a farmer's market on the front lawn at lunch and score herbes de Provence bread and apple blossom honey and peaches!), the dayjob, when in full swing, is tiring. Last night I curled up with Darkman* and my knitting and sort of stared in a haze, because that was all I was good for. Tonight, well. It's 10:30, I'm vaguely behind on everything, and I'm only now starting to have a semblance of a brain again. Eesh.

So given that I have no brain and don't expect to until Saturday?

Meme. And an interesting one, this time:

Give me the title of a story I’ve never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got submitted to magazines, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I’d been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.

If something strikes me right, I'll probably actually try to write it. In which case all thanks and credit will be given, but y'know. Be prepared for that.

*I haven't seen it in ages. And OH MY GOD that is a bad movie. I'm still hugely fond, but. Wow. Bad movie.

Comments

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

"Distant Dark Places". Probably based on "Set Fire to the Third Bar"--it definitely seemed to take the video and twist it in interesting directions, imagining a fascinating back-story for both characters, as well as the events that had brought them to that particular moment. And yet once more, I thought about how the music in your mind and the music in mind seem to intertwine, even when the conclusions you draw from a certain song's Rorschach blot are strikingly different.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

...and what got me from the source to the final product was the shot of the one-way mirror: what it means to be reflected in each other, mouths joined, eyes joined, practically one face, except it's a one-way mirror.

What does that mean for the relationship, for the way these people see each other? What does it mean to be reflected in someone else and they don't even know it?

(...and this song is already on the The Enchanted Generation soundtrack, but I'll try to carve something out. :) )

[mercwriter.livejournal.com]

(I possibly liked the second and third Darkman movies more, even if they were equally bed. O:) I like Arnold Voslo... *cough*)

As for the meme...

I really loved Kolby in your story "I Never Told You The Roses Will Bloom Black"--he's so snarky and all mysterious-past-badass and tragic. Ah, the crunchy, despairing tragedy of the ending in that one gave me shivers--especially since you KNOW it's coming, but you can't do anything about it. I keep thinking about it since I read it weeks ago.

So my question is, did you plan Kolby to act that way in the end of "Roses" and bring about the 'omg, he DID it... ouch *cringe*' sense from the start, or did that come about as you were writing it?

[mercwriter.livejournal.com]

(Er, sorry, I don't know if that question qualifies. If not, what was the first sentence? O:))

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

No, that was always going to happen. And...hm.

"He'd boiled the coffeepot dry again."

[mercwriter.livejournal.com]

*likes* But the poor dude--abusing the coffee pot. %-)

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it's never done anything to him either. *g*

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

"Fragile Oaths" was so good. I liked having a contemporary fantasy heroine who had actual jobs, and I could tell that your personal range of day jobs had really contributed to making her co-workers vivid without being caricatures.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

The bit where the guy asked Dee if she was Greek, and when she said no, answered, "Well, why not?"

That really happened. Except it wasn't Greek, it was Israeli. And I was seventeen. *g*

[ringwoodcomics.livejournal.com]

"A Banquet for Crows" was kind of a surprising departure for you. You've always seemed to have a fascination for the smoky, tragic melodrama of crime noir, but I never thought you'd actually do it. And to take it from the POV of the femme fatale -- inspired, and quite a twist to be inside the person who knows everything and keeps bits of it from everyone else, instead of the outsider looking in. Usually genre convention inversions don't have this much mileage, but I coulda read "Banquet" for days.