snippet

Mar. 7th, 2020 02:36 am
dragonlady7: self-portrait but it's mostly the DSLR in my hands in the mirror (Default)
via https://ift.tt/2vNBdJn

(this is future The Ancient Sea) 

Sometimes you write a fun story that has neat updates of consistent lengths with a nice balance of different POVs and sometimes you have two characters whose chemistry won’t let them shut up and you wind up with a 7k chapter in which nothing happens. 

(is it the characters with a oneshot single-POV story that went to 12.5k but at least there was pegging? yes)

“I shouldn’t think you have much need of art, Yennefer.”

She was still prowling around the room, and paused, cocking her head again. “Why not?” she asked.

“Art is something we make to help us feel we have some control over things we feel but don’t entirely always understand,” Jaskier said. “It’s a way to say the unsayable and make sense of concepts too large to hold in one mind. But it’s also just a way to feel control over something that can’t be controlled.”

She held her hand out, and he passed her the bottle. “What about my current state,” she said, and then paused to take a swig from the bottle and swallow it and then apparently stand there a moment doing nothing, “leads you to believe that I have no need of feeling in control of things?”

“You do control things,” he said. “That’s what you do. You have power and you make things happen for you and you see something that you want and you batter the world down until you get it.”

“Do I?” she asked, staring at him. 

“Just because you haven’t yet succeeded at whatever you’re trying to get doesn’t mean you aren’t going to,” Jaskier said, and held his hand out for the bottle. “You have a lot more recourse than sitting around trying to write poems about how it made you feel in a vain attempt to come to terms with things you couldn’t possibly have done anything about but are wracked with guilt over anyway.”
dragonlady7: self-portrait but it's mostly the DSLR in my hands in the mirror (Default)
via https://ift.tt/2RW9VJh

ha, she says to herself, it’d be okay if you poked around at that idea you had, you could write a short fluffy oneshot in that new shiny tv fandom everyone’s super into, that’d be fun, ha ha ha, sure

five thousand words later: oh no i haven’t even established the premise

One would think that wartime would be a good opportunity for a bard. So much material, and so many people hungry for meaning, and who better to combine them than a man with a gift for poetic imagery? 

But Jaskier was no bright-eyed youth anymore, and hard experience had taught him that wars were as terrible for bards as they were for anyone else. No, the good time to be a bard was after the war was over, as the dust was settling– you figured out who’d come out on top, and made nice songs for them, and they rewarded you for it, and then you also could use all that material and meaning-analysis-giving to make beautiful songs so people would cry and feel better and give you money. That was all well and good and could be a great boon to any bard’s career.

But first you had to survive the war, which involved several things Jaskier was good at but did not really let on about: common sense and keeping one’s mouth the fuck shut.

Profile

dragonlady7: self-portrait but it's mostly the DSLR in my hands in the mirror (Default)
dragonlady7

January 2024

S M T W T F S
  1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 2627
28293031   

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Mar. 13th, 2026 01:37 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios