I adore the way fan fiction writers engage with and critique source texts, by manipulating them and breaking their rules. Some of it is straight-up homage, but a lot of [fan fiction] is really aggressive towards the source text. One tends to think of it as written by total fanboys and fangirls as a kind of worshipful act, but a lot of times you’ll read these stories and it’ll be like ‘What if Star Trek had an openly gay character on the bridge?’ And of course the point is that they don’t, and they wouldn’t, because they don’t have the balls, or they are beholden to their advertisers, or whatever. There’s a powerful critique, almost punk-like anger, being expressed there—which I find fascinating and interesting and cool.
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Lev Grossman (via theadventuresofcargline)
This is very true - I’ve seen innumerable fanfics of people saying, “I could do this better than they did.”
And quite frequently, they do.
(via lil-miss-choc
I saw Lev Grossman at a panel at the Brooklyn Book Festival last fall. He openly admitted that he set his novel The Magicians in a magical land that was as close to Narnia as you could get without committing copyright infringement.
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Don't wanna pressurize you or anything and I know you're a super busy person but do you think there's a chance you might update criminal soon? it's almost done so can you pleaaase bang out an epilogue super duper quick? *puppy eyes that you know you can't say no to*
Anonymous
I’ve just finished a draft of a “real” story that I’ve been working on for a long time. Revising it is going to be a priority for a while.
I am incapable of “bang[ing] out” anything “super quick,” sadly. Writing well requires time and energy. When I do end up updating Criminal, it will be because I have the time and energy to do so, along with the desire, which just isn’t there at the moment. I ended the last chapter with a reconciliation because my relationship with Gossip Girl is fading, and I knew that I wasn’t going to feel like writing an update for a while.
Thanks for your interest in my story. I’m sorry I can’t write an update right now.
Example of my marginalia. The two kissing are Edmund the bastard and Regan from King Lear.
discardingimages:
archery training
above: Psalm 85:14 ‘Deus, iniqui insurrexerunt super me, et synagoga potentium quesierunt animam meam: et non proposuerunt te in conspectu suo’ (‘O God, the proud are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men have sought after my soul; and have not set thee before them’)
‘The Rutland Psalter’, England ca. 1260.
British Library, Add 62925, fol. 87v
I love how medieval manuscripts have doodles in the margins just like all my college notebooks
I LOVE CRIMINAL! ONE of the best stories on FF! Can't wait to read more and the fact that you are bringing it back to life!
Anonymous
Thank you!
Um, I feel bad, but I was really only planning to write an epilogue, so at most one more chapter?
Your Petyr x Sansa fanfic is just perfect, are you planning on updating it soon?
Anonymous
Thank you! I had a great time writing it.
In regards to an update, I…have a document saved. There are words in it.
I know what happens next, but I’m having trouble figuring out how much of it to write. Part of me just wants to write THEM, but part of me evidently doesn’t, because the story I’ve chosen to tell sets them smack in the middle of the main political conflict in the series (Lannisters vs. Starks) instead of cloistering them away at the Eyrie.
So right now I only have a few sentences here and there, and snippets of scenes. I don’t think there will be a scene between them in the next chapter, at least, not by themselves, not in the present tense. But there will be flashes of memory that illuminate what’s been happening between them.
Here’s one thing I have written down. Not my best work, and will doubtless be edited beyond recognition before it’s posted, but maybe it will give you an idea.
She remembers the tips of his fingers, ghosting down over the bare skin of her shoulders and arms. His hands sliding down over her hands, his fingers lacing into hers. She remembers letting herself sink back into him, her head lolling onto his shoulder. A ghost kiss, on her neck below the ear. Then he fades away, like a dream upon waking.
She doesn’t know why he always fades away.
there really is nothing funny about Schmidt being fat, at all
awkward is funny if it’s played right, sure, but awkward isn’t synonymous with fat
can we just forget the fat jokes, New Girl? can we do something else? something funny?
