3, 4, 12, 13, 25 for the writer thing u queen
YOU QUEEN TOO I LOVE YOU BITCH
3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?
okay so i go in a general chronological order except that i tend to write the end scene near the beginning of drafting a piece bc i like to know what to aim for/what themes + topics to tie in over the course of the fic + making sure the fic, to borrow an elementary school writing concept, comes full circle. i hit upon major scenes next, and that’s in sequential order. and then i kind of flesh out the in-between scenes and the rest of the fic to link together those major scenes and that’s pretty much it.
4) favorite character you’ve written
i have literally never written tony stark pov or eames pov because i don’t feel confident in my ability to pull them off in a well-rounded way that’s fair to their characters but i love writing their dialogue like. a lot.
12) your weaknesses as an author
a shit ton of things lmao!!!!! having an adequate amount of life experience to insightfully write characters much older than me. tying in themes/making a piece have a broader significance without making it seem melodramatic. writing action-heavy scenes. not crossing over into purple prose.
13) your strengths as an author
dialogue. characterization in dialogue. capturing the personal and the idiosyncratic. humor. gorgeous one-liners.
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
more than a paragraph but! this is from my vampire academy fic when your love’s out of harm’s way.
You can find him now like this: in a two-story house in suburban Maine, like a dog bred for violent things trained to guard a good family. But it isn’t as bad as all that. He’s found a place he never even knew could exist— being a guardian and having the luxury to live an uncomplicated human lifestyle, neither a mercenary nor really truly a watchdog.
He goes for a run every morning, calls Jill every evening. He tells her good morning. She bids him good night. On the weekends they Skype and Sydney and Adrian will pop in to say hi, showing off Declan eagerly. He thinks she must know everything about him now: at night he tends to get nostalgic.
Eddie knows he won’t be here forever. It’s just a matter of time before Jill finishes at Alder and decides whether she wants to take her seat on the Council immediately or head off to college like Lissa. He’ll go back to her then, but for now he’s almost glad for the distance, that they’ve learned how to listen to each others’ voices, that he’s away from the political battles and the thin veneer of diplomacy hiding all the ugliness while he’s still young and hotheaded. Between him and Rose, they could probably stage a coup if a stuffy royal talked shit about the Dragomir line one time too many. Abe would probably provide the explosives.
Strange that he has that in him when most Sunday mornings he sits and reads a book with his slippers on, content to be sedentary and domestic. In his line of work, this is just a moment in between firefights.
The neighbor boys and their friends are in high school. Eddie’s talked to them a few times. They don’t understand why he won’t play basketball in the driveway with them.
When he was younger he and Mason dreamed of killing Strigoi, he remembers.
