17, 18, 23!
17. talk about your writing and editing process
writing: i often start with a singular scene/line of dialogue/vague high concept idea/title and reverse engineer the rest of the story from that one detail. once it's fleshed out (usually via shitty half-assed outline), i tend to write chronologically from the beginning. if i jump directly to whatever inspired the story, it's very easy for me to lose momentum. unforch :/
editing: this is not at all my process for original fiction, but for fic i usually give it a cursory glance, yeet it at a fandom friend (shout out to @sluttyhenley and @jacyevans who have both edited so much shit for me in fandoms they categorically do not care about), and then throw it at ao3, after which i will immediately notice 2907246 typos. love that for me.
all that said though, ultimately, my process is spite. i don't like how fandom is treating a character? i'll write a fic about it. get yelled at by an anti re: a ship? i will immediately write more of that ship. mad at canon? you guessed it: fic about it 👍
18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic
currently doing my damnedest to find a home for this somewhere else in the fic, but this is a darling i had to kill from chapter two of the chimneys hardly ever fall down
He dreams in technicolor that night. The skies over Germany, puffs of smoke obscuring his vision as the deafening bark of flak rattles the cockpit. Marge, makeup perfect, not a hair out of place, standing impassively over an empty casket. I’m sorry. John spinning a propeller like a roulette wheel, standing too close as the pistons fire. Blood pours down from his temple and stains his smile. I’m sorry. Acid surges in Gale’s throat, corrosive and burning. He can’t say a word. Spit it out, boy. His father strides out of the fog like a ghost. You knew it would cost you. Quit pussyfooting around and pay up. The hardstand at Thorpe Abbotts, skeletal Forts rusting away to nothing all around him. Throwing a bone for a dog that never comes, trapped silent and helpless in the wreckage of the war—
pspspsps-ing @meyerlansky about it, actually! i'm so mad i had to cut this!
23. pick three keywords that describe your writing
at the risk of sounding pretentious: vivid, emotional, and complex
send me some fic writer asks ✍️
