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on ink as blood:
i think a lot of writers write for the same reason that a lot of psychologists are psychologists: they're trying to find/sort out things within themselves. it's interesting to watch that in my writing, this vicarious unloading of baggage thing. it's fascinating.
and hello, effective. the story can go *exactly* the way i want, not only satisfying the oft-left frustrated control freak within, but getting that extra step closer to reconciling whatever issues i have wrapped up in it. proactive peace of mind. i like it.
Grey Sanctuary: and you wonder why they always tell patients to keep a journal
indeed.
seriously though, it freaked me out today. i was thinking about the two fics i have in serious progress right now: watershed, which has been turned on its head (apparently, my lex isn't a coldhearted bastard and has no intention (nor ability, in all fairness) of walking out on clark, knowing or not) and the other one i mentioned with the designer drugs. i can't even manage to dress them for the evening's festivities, which should tell you how much else is going on in that story. and it's freaky, so so freaky how *my* issues come out through them in some way.
Grey Sanctuary: well, yeah -- remember we were talking about the lying? and how much it bothered you, and how you were projecting that?
oh man, yes. that right there is what i mean. i wonder if anyone can write truly resonating fiction that they didn't put a bit of their own experience into. it's not so much whoring a piece of your soul, as others have so uneloquently put it, but airing it in public view. the exhibitionist within is getting off on the mere notion, and there's something terribly new-agey about it, involving cleansing and shakra and feng shui. minus the tackiness.
hopefully.
and hello, effective. the story can go *exactly* the way i want, not only satisfying the oft-left frustrated control freak within, but getting that extra step closer to reconciling whatever issues i have wrapped up in it. proactive peace of mind. i like it.
Grey Sanctuary: and you wonder why they always tell patients to keep a journal
indeed.
seriously though, it freaked me out today. i was thinking about the two fics i have in serious progress right now: watershed, which has been turned on its head (apparently, my lex isn't a coldhearted bastard and has no intention (nor ability, in all fairness) of walking out on clark, knowing or not) and the other one i mentioned with the designer drugs. i can't even manage to dress them for the evening's festivities, which should tell you how much else is going on in that story. and it's freaky, so so freaky how *my* issues come out through them in some way.
Grey Sanctuary: well, yeah -- remember we were talking about the lying? and how much it bothered you, and how you were projecting that?
oh man, yes. that right there is what i mean. i wonder if anyone can write truly resonating fiction that they didn't put a bit of their own experience into. it's not so much whoring a piece of your soul, as others have so uneloquently put it, but airing it in public view. the exhibitionist within is getting off on the mere notion, and there's something terribly new-agey about it, involving cleansing and shakra and feng shui. minus the tackiness.
hopefully.