I've been inspired, just today, to take my Spashley fic back up. Mostly because there are lovely new sad songs about and they are FAR to weighty and depressing for my BAM fic no matter how angst filled it might be throughout. Okay mostly they don't end well and that simply won't work for my BAM mood. But they are SO good that some fic deserves to be written to them. Spencer and Ashley (in that order, never the other) are the one couple who I ship that I don't know if I believe in anymore. So these songs fit them. We'll see if I can carry two at once. BAM will always come first and if Spash starts to bleed over into BAM, I'll stop. But the mood, the inspiration, is right there for me to take advantage of. So, I will ATTEMPT it. No promises but I did already have two chapters from the Spash fic to start.
That said, I've also discovered I'm quite the confusion. I love angst. If there's no angst, I doubt I'll read it. I certainly don't enjoy writing happiness (regardless of the fact that I've never been happier in my life.) However, I also demand, as a general rule, a happish ending. Do what you will to my girls throughout so long as they are together in the end. Sometimes, that just doesn't work though. But it's what I always want. I don't want the crushing fics in which a central character dies or my couple goes their separate ways. Okay, one of the best fics I've ever read ends in devastating fashion with the death of a central character but that's beside the point. I knew she was dead before I was out of the first chapter. The point here, is that, within my own life I've never been happier. Still, I want to read angst. I want the crushing weight of devastation before the sweetness of the end. Comedy rarely grabs my interest. And still, I want the happy ending. I don't want a black end. A true romantic regardless of my realistic (many would call pessimistic) view. It makes NO sense. I know this and accept it. It's just who I am. Nothing is beautiful and worthwhile without work, without hardship, without tears. Now exactly why it is that I still only write sadness and loss is something I'm uncertain about...
Finally I'm back to fic and avs. I've started making avs again - Noir thus far and they do be pretty cool. I've revised my first chapter, almost to its conclusion. Hopefully the second chapter will follow by tomorrow. Then I can FINALLY advance to new material. There are some rough spots in my first chapter that I haven't sorted yet but I will before this is all said and done. Right now, it's time to move on I think. Maggie is where I want her to be and there are moments of beautiful heartbreak...I think. I always did love my second chapter so maybe it won't take as long to revise.
Uh...life otherwise continues as usual. Not so much new to report besides what I hope is the end of my relationship with blood relations. Honestly, in the end, could be my only policy. If it is selfish to want to be myself, to live for myself as I choose and not as others would like, then I will happily carry the banner of selfishness. I only want to be who I am, not a reflection of anyone else.
And now, I give to you my inspiration
I don't know, I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in.
But I know it's never really over.
Three months and I'm still standing here.
Three months and I still remember it.
Three months and i'm still sober.
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers.
You mean more to me than anyone I ever loved at all.
But you taught me how to trust myself
And so I say to you, this is what I have to do.
Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you.
All I know is that I should.
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you.
All I know is that I should.
Cause she will love you more than I could.
She who dares to stand where I stood.
content
bored
working
contemplative
mellow
optimistic
happy
giddy
excited
cynical
creative
determined
relieved