you say, go fast (i say, hold on tight). 2-5, 15
you say, go fast (i say, hold on tight)
2) What scene did you first put down?
I write linearly for the most part, so I usually have to put down the first scene first, then later I can generally jump around. Or in other instances, I have to put down what I think will be the first scene but that can be subject to change later on if something fits better. For this fic I needed to adhere to a strict linear style, so the opening scene was the first scene put down and everything fell into place after.
3) What’s your favorite line of narration?
I’m very fond of this opening description, I love the imagery and I was really going off the vibes of the setting and the mood of the era:
He and Dean were alone on the long stretch of desert highway, no cars having passed for miles, their only company being the dust kicked up from the road by the impala’s tires and the shadows stretching into the vast emptiness off the highway shoulder. In front of them is sun-cracked pavement and a rocky horizon, city lights rebounding over the peaks and breaking off into speckled starlight, scattered across the deep midnight blue sky. The moon has waned into a thin sliver of a crescent, curved and sharp like a scythe, hacking into the atmosphere—a grim omen, one that settles heavy in Sam’s stomach, like a boulder.
Sam looks away from the window and towards his brother behind the wheel. Dean’s profile is a series of angles and curves in the heavy cover of darkness, no street lamps to illuminate him in bursts as they drive past, just the steady outline of him that Sam had been taking in and memorizing, watching Dean when he wasn’t looking, taking snapshots in his mind and committing them to memory.
This is what Dean looks like blanketed in desert night air. This is what Dean sounds like humming along to Johnny Cash on the local radio station, his thumbs tapping out the rhythm of the song on the steering wheel. This is what will be gone in a few dwindling months.
4) What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
I hate writing dialogue, I try and keep my dialogue to a minimum, if possible because I don’t think I have the the skill for writing strong dialogue, so answer this is hard because there’s not a lot of dialogue to begin with, but I like this because it is cute and banter-y:
Dean never turned the headlights off, leaving them on to give Sam a good view as he strips—starting with his shirt, going button by button and taking his time as he reveals more inches of skin, walking towards Sam, before weaving around him when Sam tries to touch him, walking himself backwards. “Not yet,” Dean says, continuing down the row of buttons and untucking his shirt, letting it fall open when he gets to the end, giving a peepshow of his stomach and nipples every time he moves.
"Stripper rules, really, Dean?" Sam says, voice dropping an octave as desire pools at the back of his throat, licking his lips as he follows Dean to the other side of the car, but doesn’t get too close, keeping his hands down.
Dean's teeth glint as he smiles, shining in the moonlight. “Just play along,” he says, then starts to slip the shirt down, revealing one freckled shoulder first, then a bicep, then an elbow, each bit of skin revealed like a present, unwrapping himself with careful precision.
5) What part was hardest to write?
The perspective. Sam POV is difficult for me. I will easily lapse into Dean POV and it’ll flow, but Sam POV is like writing as a form of excavation, I have to figure out the layers of his emotions as I go along.
15) What did you learn from writing this fic?
That I can still sometimes throw caution to the wind and write down a random image that blossoms into a 10K fic without my hand-wringing and anxiety and obsessive planning and it is still good.
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