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Writing fanfic is weird. Isn't it weird? It is, it's really weird. Not like writing original stuff. You don't have to pay as close attention to the same things. Also--I mean, how do you work with characters that aren't your own? They're ornery! They're not yours, so you don't know them as well, so it's harder to get them to do things. Things just don't flow as well. You have to poke them with a stick to get them to do anything. Next they'll be demanding wages and benefits.
Anyway, yeah, I started it. Oh-ho-ho is it teh suck. I don't have much written yet, about a page so far. Gonna start with Roxas joining the Organization and I don't know where it's gonna go from there. Ugh. It's pretty ghastly, but since I'm a masochist, I'll post what I've got here. Read at your own pain. I'm calling it "The Fic of Doom."
( Axel and Larxene )
Please, please read it and tear it apart so I know what I should fix. This is actually written almost exactly in the Mot style, with some changes. I figure the kind of disillusioned, detached and yet internal (eh?) style Mot has works pretty well for these heartless bastards.
*ahem*
My eyes hurt. Eye doctors. I hate the eye doctor. I wouldn't hate them as much if they didn't have those dilating drops. Do you have any idea how hard it is to drive around in XOMG BRIGHT SUNLIGHT with your pupils the size of your irises? I had to pick up my paycheck today too, and I kept my sunglasses on inside. Didn't want anyone asking, "Dude, are you high?"
Though the frames I got are pretty neato. Won't get em for a week or so, but they're my first-ever plastic frames, and they're like red and blue. Heh heh.
Fortunately it's the weekend, so though my mom is still away my dad's here, so Ben's mostly in check. Which is good. Though I think he messed up the brakes on the pimp van. Grr.
Stuff.
Anyway, yeah, I started it. Oh-ho-ho is it teh suck. I don't have much written yet, about a page so far. Gonna start with Roxas joining the Organization and I don't know where it's gonna go from there. Ugh. It's pretty ghastly, but since I'm a masochist, I'll post what I've got here. Read at your own pain. I'm calling it "The Fic of Doom."
( Axel and Larxene )
Please, please read it and tear it apart so I know what I should fix. This is actually written almost exactly in the Mot style, with some changes. I figure the kind of disillusioned, detached and yet internal (eh?) style Mot has works pretty well for these heartless bastards.
*ahem*
My eyes hurt. Eye doctors. I hate the eye doctor. I wouldn't hate them as much if they didn't have those dilating drops. Do you have any idea how hard it is to drive around in XOMG BRIGHT SUNLIGHT with your pupils the size of your irises? I had to pick up my paycheck today too, and I kept my sunglasses on inside. Didn't want anyone asking, "Dude, are you high?"
Though the frames I got are pretty neato. Won't get em for a week or so, but they're my first-ever plastic frames, and they're like red and blue. Heh heh.
Fortunately it's the weekend, so though my mom is still away my dad's here, so Ben's mostly in check. Which is good. Though I think he messed up the brakes on the pimp van. Grr.
Stuff.
