Now that that section is out of the way, I'll move on to more uncomplicatedly fun bits of the story. I've just spent a couple of hours outlining the rest of it and matching prompts with sections. The back and forth between prompts and storyline is interesting. Sometimes the prompts suggest story; sometimes I warp a prompt into fitting the story I'm insisting on. I'm not sure the concept makes sense any more, but I'm sticking with it because it gives me a structure. 69 prompts will become a 70-part story; 10 major sections with 7 parts each. I'm freestyling with the final prompt.
This series keeps lurching toward plot then getting snatched back by the prompts. The trick is finding the right balance for the readers. I can never decide how I feel about writing kink or pr0n at all, as in I'm not sure I ever should. But it's fun. Sigh. And what is fanfic for if not for fun? Sigh again. So why do I feel vaguely guilty about it? Why does it feel like empty calories?
Take this Giles/Xander prawny thing that I have a vast outline for: I don't think I could ever post it. It's going into a drawer for my own future amusement. Are the hours I'm putting into it worthwhile? It's fun, but...
Part of me thinks that fun would really be an intricately plotted time travel story with Giles, Ethan, Holmes, and Moriarty. Eat my oatmeal. It's good for me as a writer to work hard, and readers love the results of writerly sweat. And I can indulge myself by putting in another Soames Forsyte cameo.
I have a crossover in progress that tells the story of how Holmes discovered the identity of a man run over in the fog and came to meet Soames. Soames was, of course, Holmes's man of business until his death in the twenties. This story has a potential readership of one (1): my amnesiac future self. Question: how would that not be just as empty a calorie as pr0n?
Mr Pedia shouts, from the back of my head, that if there's anything I "should" be writing, it's things to which I might own the copyright. But I have learned, painfully, that I faceplant whenever I get too worried about writing things as obligation instead of as personal fun.
The answer is, every time, shut up and write.
Stop looking over my shoulder.
It's okay to write drawer-fic every now and then.
Porn can be as well-written and satisfying as gen.
Pushing myself to work hard results in stories I'm satisfied with long after they're posted.
I know when I take the cheap route and when I do the work, so I just have to buckle down and do it.
Well, anyway! Only 53 more segments of Blackmail to go! At 1500 words a pop, they used to be something I could write in three days. Now at 3000+ per, it's kinda looking like it's going to take a while. Eep. I wonder what it reads like start to finish. I might have to edit to remove the things that I do to remind readers about what the state of the plot is and what they need to have in mind as things happen. Serials are such a pain. Remind me never to write one again.
When you've finished laughing at me, you can move on to today's random link.
Random: Danny Kaye has been my particular idol since childbirth. I cannot overstate the importance to my life of this clip.