fanfic musings

Just when I should be tackling my 5th draft revisions for THE HEFNER MONOLOGUES, lately I've gone back to working a bit on my Harvey Dent fanfic. Procrastination, yes, but I've learned that when I get fired up about something, I need to strike while the iron's hot.

Two chapters in, and it's already about forty pages. Single-spaced. And virtually no action has happened. I've never written something so completely in-depth its character-driven-ness, which is probably due to my upbringing on comics and genre literature. While I've always loved rich characters, I would obsess over huge, intricate, labyrinthine plots. Comics, meanwhile, are told mainly through visuals and have to be pretty well-paced action-wise in order to make the most out of a 22-page monthly issue.

Which kinda makes this foray into fanfiction all the more interesting as a writing experiment. After all, we all know what's going to happen to Harvey, so there's no rush. I can take my sweet time exploring his past and present, delving into the relationships and the events that have molded him into the man he is and the men he is becoming.

It's very slow-burn, but very rich, I think. I'd be very interested to hear what people make of it when I finally do post it. I'm thinking I might post it in increments as I finish them, rather than all at once. At least, for the first and second (long) chapters. But then, I shouldn't be impatient.

The main reason I avoid fanfic is because the stories never seemed to hold any real implications. They were "fake," while the actual published official stories were "real." How strange and absurd that seems to me now. ESPECIALLY in the world of superhero books!



Random note: few things make me wanna get up to clap my hands and dance like Oingo Boingo's "Not My Slave." What a happy song.

I'm going to the opium dens!

Over the past week, I've been getting the distinct feeling that my scene partner for class is a world-class passive aggressive guilt-tripper. With each new shred of evidence that comes my way, my feelings toward her have grown only more seethingly resentful. But then, for all I know, perhaps her passive aggression is triggered by her perceptions that my enthusiasm for class is sometimes less than total, that even though I am there to do the work, I'd much rather be... well... most anywhere else. But who knows if that's what she thinks.

Thing is, I don't know if these feelings are genuine, or if we're just *really* in character for our roles as Tom and Amanda from The Glass Menagerie.

Either way, it ultimately might not be a bad thing!