Meme: Unfinished fics
Nov. 11th, 2003 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Okay, I have a bunch of unfinished stories, but only one on this hard drive, so that's the one I'm sharing.
I don't know if any of you (aside from Lissanne) ever read When I'm Here, which was the first story I ever posted in the HP fandom. *moment of nostalgia* It wasn't the happiest story in the world, and I always had people asking me to "finish" it, because clearly, since it wasn't happy, it wasn't finished. :p Well, as far as I was concerned, the story was complete, and I swore I wouldn't write a sequel to it unless the sequel itself was worthy of a story of its own, rather than a tagalong to the first story, and it wouldn't necessarily "make things right."
Well, a loooong while back, the sequel finally hit me. But I've got a lot of other things on my plate right now, and I'm not sure when or if this story will ever be written. It's not high on my list of priorities, or anyone else's, so it's perfect for this exercise. <g> It's just ... there. This is the very beginning and only goes on for a page or so, so nothing really happens, and it's not that interesting.
Aren't pointless memes great? :D
Unfinished Fic: When I'm Gone
(As it stands, completely unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine.)
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Oh, my love, please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
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She is your world now; the only reason you are.
When you think of her, your heart aches, your spine tingles, and often, you feel the prickling behind your eyelids that tells you the sadness has welled again and needs relief. She doesn’t know what she means to you ... does she? How can she, really? You tell her in a thousand ways every day; maybe she senses it. When you look into her eyes, those big, gorgeous eyes, you think that you can comprehend the universe, that you can do anything, take on any challenge.
But it lasts only a moment. Though you tell yourself that she is the only companion you need, the loneliness that eats at you a little more each day tells a different story. You want to be strong for her, and most of the time, you’re successful. But too often there are moments when you fear that you might allow yourself to slip through the cracks, and then she will have no one.
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“Ginny,” says Seamus, standing at the doorway. “Your brother is here.”
She looks up from the laundry she is folding. “Ron?” she asks. The clothes are still warm from the dryer, and Ginny’s hands are cold. She doesn’t want to leave them cooling on her bed, wasting the heat, but she knows that she cannot ignore one of her brothers in favor of laundry. Such behavior would raise too much concern, and she has been feeling stifled by that too much lately.
Seamus nods, waiting for her to precede him out the bedroom door. Ginny puts what she believes is a smile on her face and prepares to greet her brother. What is he doing here on a Tuesday night, at nine p.m.? She can feel Seamus following behind her.
“Gin!” says Ron with false cheerfulness. The surreptitious look he directs over her head at Seamus makes it clear to Ginny that they have been talking. Again.
“Hello Ron. Harriet.” Ginny leans forward and kisses her sister-in-law on the cheek. “How nice of you to visit.”
Harriet returns the kiss and says, “Well, we were in the neighborhood having supper. We passed by the Talon Theatre and saw that a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream is playing! Ron and I thought that we might all enjoy seeing that together.”
“Isn’t that your favorite Shakespeare play, darling?” says Seamus, sounding jovial.
Ginny flinches. “Yes.” She moves subtly to the side when he moves to put his arm around her. She notices that Ron exchanges glances with her husband again, and is mildly annoyed by how utterly transparent they are. They forget that she used to work in a department at the Ministry that required utmost discretion and subtlety. It has been a little over a year since she resigned her position, but it feels like ages, and must to Ron and Seamus as well, since they treat her as if she has been a homemaker all her life.
“I think that’s a great idea, Harriet,” says Seamus when Ginny does not elaborate or respond to the other woman’s suggestion. “When were you thinking of?”
Harriet looks at Ginny worriedly. “Erm – Ron, what were we saying? Next Saturday, if we can get tickets? If that works for you two, of course.”
“It works for us,” says Seamus firmly, placing an arm around Ginny’s shoulders.
Ginny says nothing. She does not want to go, but then, they know that. She understands that this is an argument she will not win. They are too desperate, too enamored of the idea that they can somehow bring her out of the depression she appears to be suffering from.
She reaches forward to hug her brother and sister-in-law goodbye. She is fond of them, of course, but, mostly, it is so that she can pull away from Seamus’s hold.
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In non-meme news, I'm impatient for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
literocracy to begin, so I'm making a post to the community asking for book suggestions from all of you. This is probably one of the last mentions of community business I'll make in this journal, so if you're watching my LJ but not the community, you'll start missing out. :D
Later, gators.
I don't know if any of you (aside from Lissanne) ever read When I'm Here, which was the first story I ever posted in the HP fandom. *moment of nostalgia* It wasn't the happiest story in the world, and I always had people asking me to "finish" it, because clearly, since it wasn't happy, it wasn't finished. :p Well, as far as I was concerned, the story was complete, and I swore I wouldn't write a sequel to it unless the sequel itself was worthy of a story of its own, rather than a tagalong to the first story, and it wouldn't necessarily "make things right."
Well, a loooong while back, the sequel finally hit me. But I've got a lot of other things on my plate right now, and I'm not sure when or if this story will ever be written. It's not high on my list of priorities, or anyone else's, so it's perfect for this exercise. <g> It's just ... there. This is the very beginning and only goes on for a page or so, so nothing really happens, and it's not that interesting.
Aren't pointless memes great? :D
Unfinished Fic: When I'm Gone
(As it stands, completely unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine.)
+++
Oh, my love, please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
+++
She is your world now; the only reason you are.
When you think of her, your heart aches, your spine tingles, and often, you feel the prickling behind your eyelids that tells you the sadness has welled again and needs relief. She doesn’t know what she means to you ... does she? How can she, really? You tell her in a thousand ways every day; maybe she senses it. When you look into her eyes, those big, gorgeous eyes, you think that you can comprehend the universe, that you can do anything, take on any challenge.
But it lasts only a moment. Though you tell yourself that she is the only companion you need, the loneliness that eats at you a little more each day tells a different story. You want to be strong for her, and most of the time, you’re successful. But too often there are moments when you fear that you might allow yourself to slip through the cracks, and then she will have no one.
+++
“Ginny,” says Seamus, standing at the doorway. “Your brother is here.”
She looks up from the laundry she is folding. “Ron?” she asks. The clothes are still warm from the dryer, and Ginny’s hands are cold. She doesn’t want to leave them cooling on her bed, wasting the heat, but she knows that she cannot ignore one of her brothers in favor of laundry. Such behavior would raise too much concern, and she has been feeling stifled by that too much lately.
Seamus nods, waiting for her to precede him out the bedroom door. Ginny puts what she believes is a smile on her face and prepares to greet her brother. What is he doing here on a Tuesday night, at nine p.m.? She can feel Seamus following behind her.
“Gin!” says Ron with false cheerfulness. The surreptitious look he directs over her head at Seamus makes it clear to Ginny that they have been talking. Again.
“Hello Ron. Harriet.” Ginny leans forward and kisses her sister-in-law on the cheek. “How nice of you to visit.”
Harriet returns the kiss and says, “Well, we were in the neighborhood having supper. We passed by the Talon Theatre and saw that a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream is playing! Ron and I thought that we might all enjoy seeing that together.”
“Isn’t that your favorite Shakespeare play, darling?” says Seamus, sounding jovial.
Ginny flinches. “Yes.” She moves subtly to the side when he moves to put his arm around her. She notices that Ron exchanges glances with her husband again, and is mildly annoyed by how utterly transparent they are. They forget that she used to work in a department at the Ministry that required utmost discretion and subtlety. It has been a little over a year since she resigned her position, but it feels like ages, and must to Ron and Seamus as well, since they treat her as if she has been a homemaker all her life.
“I think that’s a great idea, Harriet,” says Seamus when Ginny does not elaborate or respond to the other woman’s suggestion. “When were you thinking of?”
Harriet looks at Ginny worriedly. “Erm – Ron, what were we saying? Next Saturday, if we can get tickets? If that works for you two, of course.”
“It works for us,” says Seamus firmly, placing an arm around Ginny’s shoulders.
Ginny says nothing. She does not want to go, but then, they know that. She understands that this is an argument she will not win. They are too desperate, too enamored of the idea that they can somehow bring her out of the depression she appears to be suffering from.
She reaches forward to hug her brother and sister-in-law goodbye. She is fond of them, of course, but, mostly, it is so that she can pull away from Seamus’s hold.
+++
In non-meme news, I'm impatient for
literocracy to begin, so I'm making a post to the community asking for book suggestions from all of you. This is probably one of the last mentions of community business I'll make in this journal, so if you're watching my LJ but not the community, you'll start missing out. :DLater, gators.
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Date: 2003-11-12 08:51 am (UTC)I read "When I'm Here" and I actually remember that it put me off reading more of your stories at the time, because I have a knee-jerk negative reaction to stories that feature cheating in any form. (It's a personal response, obviously, and not one that you-as-writer can do much about...I thought it was well written, but that didn't make me feel better about the subject matter.) I've read more of your stories since, so I got over that aspect, but I don't think I've ever gone back and read "When I'm Here" again. So no cries for a sequel from me, although I like what you've got here. :)
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Date: 2003-11-12 11:12 am (UTC)A number of people have told me this, actually. I accept that it's not my most popular work. <g> But there are always different stories to tell in any situation, and in this case, I wanted to explore a world in which this decidedly not-ideal situation was happening. I could go on and on and on about this, but I won't. :D
So no cries for a sequel from me, although I like what you've got here.
Haha, thanks. Of course, I wouldn't expect someone who didn't like it to want a sequel; why revisit a universe that you didn't find compelling in the first place? In this scenario, I don't think there's any way to "fix what's wrong" -- at least, the adultery aspect of it. The people who are interested in a sequel would be those who weren't bothered by it and just want to see G&D end up together. (Happily, and to my surprise, there aren't very many.) But as for the cheating, it would do the story a great disservice (not to mention, make me a hack) if I took it back somehow and made it not true or whatever.
Er, not that that's what you're asking me to do. I only say all that to illustrate my understanding of why you wouldn't want to see a sequel. <g>