So, wow.

There's a whole lotta well-documented (and rumored with varying degrees of credibility) canon out there. Catching up on popslash, even just the *NSYNC-relevant portions, at this point is comparable to jumping into The X-Files during season six. I loved it when people asked me to quickly sum it up for them - more often than not, I'd laugh first, but there were a fairly encompassing few sentences I could string together. Could do the same for popslash at this point, but I realize now that I'd be doing it without the *actual* background knowledge.

Seriously, canalbaby is a goddess among mere mortals for her undertaking of the timeline project, so comprehensive as to log the almost daily comings/goings/doings of the boys since 1997 (at last count, it stood at 148 pages). Reading through it like a novel would be mostly pointless because of the sheer volume of raw information.

There should be a class, yo, that takes each time period and breaks it down by work schedule, pairings evidence, media coverage trends, fandom atmosphere. Because facts are facts, but there are a lot of facts, and very little to interpret them. In the meantime, maybe I'll just go through and color-code.

Blah blah blah, writerly angstcakes.

There is challenge fic to be written, which is most emphatically not happening.

The response of my beloved, non-writer friends? "So just think of something and get to it."

Yeah, in some way it is that simple. But it's also very far away from any real understanding of the situation. I don't write on command because I can't write on command. It's simply not the natural order of things. This isn't whining about having to do the work - I've just got nothing to go on. Problem is, the challenge involves specific lyrics which are to provide the inspiration. At some point, I had no fewer than eight pages of story outlined, plotted, and nuanced around them - that initial burst has since been Jossed once, been done once, been recontextualized once, and what remains has become entirely too long and vague to do in a week.

Yes, yes, I'll cry you a river after I'm done climbing all the furniture, twirling my friends' hair, having procured hot chocolate and finagled copious huggage.


Off topic, my life would be so much more fun if it were feasible for me to lead a five (in the afternoon) to nine (in the morning) existence. Like, for shizzle.