I love love love this series. All the little domestic details, like Dean's hand-painted mug being one of the few things to be packed, Sam taking half a packet of M&Ms to runaway with, and, oh, this bit:
John’s heart twists in guilt at the abject misery in Sammy’s voice; he leaves the car door open so Sammy can watch while John goes back to the sidewalk, picks up the toy rabbit from where it’s lying facedown on the concrete.
Your John breaks my heart. He's such a parent. *bookmarks*
Oh Dear God. I so needed to read this today. My littlest one painted her wardrobe with nail polish, and I was struggling hard not to flip out and talk to her sanely, while attempting to remove the polish without removing a layer of varnish.
My HEART was with John in this. *g* I felt his pain.
Also, poor wee Sammy. And Bun. And wee Dean. *smishes them all together*
What a lovely bittersweet snapshot! I got an honest-to-Pete lump in my throat when Sammy called for his bunny. And JOHN. ::sigh:: Okay, I'm...totally gone on wee!Winchesters, and this is so exquisite. Thank you!
Ah, god, this is just wrenching, the way you describe it. Sammy's misery and the way it reflects onto John and Dean--it makes me want to wail for a bunny too.
oh, sammy. *smishes him* i love that his shoes are on the wrong feet when he tries to run away, and that john would notice that. he acts like such a put-upon four-year-old, and john is such a frustrated dad, i actually feel worse for him than sam. and i love the last image, dean climbing in the front seat and sammy falling asleep on his shoulder.
Heee! Yup. The laundry pile came first, it only ended up tantrumy when I got to writing o_O
Sam probably still does it. When he wheedles Dean into doing the laundry. Dean would just dump that soft, staticky, hot pile of flannels and jeans onto the bed and Sam would just *faceplant*
The laundry pile came first it only ended up tantrumy when I got to writing o_O
so you don't do outlines and planning and stuff? what about for the longer stories? or do you always just write.. and see where you end up?
*faceplant*
yeah. :)
Or, well, I was kinda thinking of like, Sam in his undies (because it is laundry day, and also because boys will walk around in their undies/naked 24/7, if allowed to do so) and a full-body dive into the pile, which leads, naturally, to roughhousing. Which leads, naturally, to boyrubbing. In a big pile of warm, lemony-fresh laundry.
ooo. wish i could write that up nice.
ah, sorry -- there i go spoiling the purity and innocence of laundry, now. is nothing sacred?
Well, lessee. Usually it'll start with an image/instance (say, laundry faceplanting) or a premise (say, dean is a lesbian). then it just kind of... speculates out from there. As soon as I have a phrase or few of actually words, I'll start putting fingers to keyboards.
Sometimes, if it's a premise idea, I'll have an idea of where things end up (for example, 'I bet if Dean got bit by a werewolf then Sam would make sure to get bit too'), but if it's a random rambly image one like this, then when I start writing I'll let the characterisation take it where it has to go.
For eg, with this one, there was sammy faceplanting the laundry. then there was, okay, why is there laundry on the bed? is sam meant to be folding it? is he too young to fold it? who did the laundry? why did they do the laundry? and why just dump it on the bed? then, when they're answered, it's the 'what would john do if he found sam faceplanting this laundry?' and then 'and how would sam react to that?' etc. The story kinda writes itself, with that.
I guess it's kind of the same with the much longer ones, only a lot of the time i'm getting it to a point instead of starting from that point (narratively speaking). or, in a longer story once the characterisation gets itself some momentum i can throw situations at the characters that they can progress through, and that furthers the broader plot.
i guess it's consistency - in mytharc as well as characterisation - that makes for a strong story/plot, so if the characterisation stays faithful then that's inevitable.
i'm afraid anything i could say about the way i write would sound incredibly stupid. you know, First I sprinkle sunshine and then the little pixies whisper in my ear, blah blah blah.
it's just suffice to say, not quite so much thinking goes into it; which is something i've really been struggling with -- trying to learn how to do that part. the essential part of writing.
and so i do mean that, it's genuinely fascinating to me, to see even just a little bit how other people go about it.
First I sprinkle sunshine and then the little pixies whisper in my ear, blah blah blah.
Yaknow, I totally used to be like that. As in, I might have a vague idea, then I just try not to over-think it too much until it all pours out whole from god-knows-where.
I think that I was forced to change my way of writing/conceiving text through my thesis - something I did actually have to think about, as opposed to kind of look the other way and throw up at the last minute.
I think I quite tend to write my fic like essays, these days. I don't know if it's a writing thing, or if it's just part of my own style... but I dunno, for me a story tends to have one idea or myth that is just riffed on over and over throughout, approached and demonstrated from various angles (a la textual analysis essay/thesis! *g*).
I think the allegorical kind of style of SPN itself definitely fosters this approach, lets me have a lot of fun with it.
God shit, I love this series. It's so real. And so terribly heart-breaking. I love it to pieces. All of them come across as people. And Bun. And Dean's painted mug. And Sammy's bowl. And Sammy running away with M&M's. And his shoes being all wrong.
:) Thank you. Every so often I'm like, "whoa, wait... isn't this show about like, hunting evil things and stuff?" but then, what makes me LOVE it as opposed to just being terribly, terribly fond is the backdrop of domesticity, that John had to raise them from BABIES and all.
This has left me all teary-eyed and sniffly. And damn but I wish we actually had some younger pics of Jared and Jenson to use as icons (as wee Winchesters). I'll have to do some investigating. Thank you so much for this series. I'm totally in love with it.
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John’s heart twists in guilt at the abject misery in Sammy’s voice; he leaves the car door open so Sammy can watch while John goes back to the sidewalk, picks up the toy rabbit from where it’s lying facedown on the concrete.
Your John breaks my heart. He's such a parent. *bookmarks*
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:)
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so did sammy's box of toys get left behind?
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The dive into the laundry? I know that child. ;)
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Thanks :D
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you know i love these. oh, john. oh, sam. [you know what's coming, dontcha?] oh, DEAN!
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Thank you :D
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My HEART was with John in this. *g* I felt his pain.
Also, poor wee Sammy. And Bun. And wee Dean. *smishes them all together*
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Thanks :) :)
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Glad you liked. Thanks! :D
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Thank you :)
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;)
Also,
“You clean that up, now, or there will be consequences.”
*chuckles*
"Consequences" is the phrase we use in our house as Dire Warning, too. *high fives John*
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Thanks!
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:D Glad you liked!
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also?
Sam + warm laundry pile
and fast forward ten or fifteen years.
that, i would dearly love to see.
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Sam probably still does it. When he wheedles Dean into doing the laundry. Dean would just dump that soft, staticky, hot pile of flannels and jeans onto the bed and Sam would just *faceplant*
:D
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so you don't do outlines and planning and stuff?
what about for the longer stories? or do you always just write.. and see where you end up?
*faceplant*
yeah. :)
Or, well, I was kinda thinking of like, Sam in his undies (because it is laundry day, and also because boys will walk around in their undies/naked 24/7, if allowed to do so) and a full-body dive into the pile, which leads, naturally, to roughhousing. Which leads, naturally, to boyrubbing. In a big pile of warm, lemony-fresh laundry.
ooo. wish i could write that up nice.
ah, sorry -- there i go spoiling the purity and innocence of laundry, now.
is nothing sacred?
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Well, lessee. Usually it'll start with an image/instance (say, laundry faceplanting) or a premise (say, dean is a lesbian). then it just kind of... speculates out from there. As soon as I have a phrase or few of actually words, I'll start putting fingers to keyboards.
Sometimes, if it's a premise idea, I'll have an idea of where things end up (for example, 'I bet if Dean got bit by a werewolf then Sam would make sure to get bit too'), but if it's a random rambly image one like this, then when I start writing I'll let the characterisation take it where it has to go.
For eg, with this one, there was sammy faceplanting the laundry. then there was, okay, why is there laundry on the bed? is sam meant to be folding it? is he too young to fold it? who did the laundry? why did they do the laundry? and why just dump it on the bed? then, when they're answered, it's the 'what would john do if he found sam faceplanting this laundry?' and then 'and how would sam react to that?' etc. The story kinda writes itself, with that.
I guess it's kind of the same with the much longer ones, only a lot of the time i'm getting it to a point instead of starting from that point (narratively speaking). or, in a longer story once the characterisation gets itself some momentum i can throw situations at the characters that they can progress through, and that furthers the broader plot.
i guess it's consistency - in mytharc as well as characterisation - that makes for a strong story/plot, so if the characterisation stays faithful then that's inevitable.
/ramble
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i'm afraid anything i could say about the way i write would sound incredibly stupid. you know, First I sprinkle sunshine and then the little pixies whisper in my ear, blah blah blah.
it's just suffice to say, not quite so much thinking goes into it; which is something i've really been struggling with -- trying to learn how to do that part. the essential part of writing.
and so i do mean that, it's genuinely fascinating to me, to see even just a little bit how other people go about it.
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Yaknow, I totally used to be like that. As in, I might have a vague idea, then I just try not to over-think it too much until it all pours out whole from god-knows-where.
I think that I was forced to change my way of writing/conceiving text through my thesis - something I did actually have to think about, as opposed to kind of look the other way and throw up at the last minute.
I think I quite tend to write my fic like essays, these days. I don't know if it's a writing thing, or if it's just part of my own style... but I dunno, for me a story tends to have one idea or myth that is just riffed on over and over throughout, approached and demonstrated from various angles (a la textual analysis essay/thesis! *g*).
I think the allegorical kind of style of SPN itself definitely fosters this approach, lets me have a lot of fun with it.
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And John. God, John.
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Um, yep. I'm real glad you like it :D
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I love the fact that Sam's already running away from his family. Sad, but so right.
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Thanks :)
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Just lovely.
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