June of Doom & Gloom - Week 3 discussion and etc. post

[huinare]

A slightly belated welcome to the third week of this here.

Have another update/progress/discussion post thing. Any progress in your writing, frustrations, new plot bunnies? Feel free to gab. General discussion question (all welcome, participants or otherwise): Are there particular characters you tend to victimize select more frequently as subject matter when writing sad, scary, or otherwise not-lighthearted stories? or particular groups/settings/time periods? Put another way, are there certain characters who just can't seem to catch a break from you in your fanworks?

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[hhimring]

I try to give everyone a bit of a break, mostly. The ones that get the worst treatment from me tend to get the fluffiest bits as well. As for who, the name of my main series is hardly an accident...

I was sure last weekend I had completely lost it and would never write again. Then I wrote another drabble on Brandir for Tolkien Weekly and a piece about Turin, Sador and Finduilas (with Finrod feels) for the LOTR commmunity challenge--this was unveiled yesterday.
Not certain whether either of these would be gloomy enough to make the grade for your challenge, though, although I guess the end of the Turin fic has a pretty good try.

Msedhros is still stuck on the stairs. I suspect he must be allowed at least to think about Fingon in this fic, otherwise I can't bribe him to do the angsting for me.

[huinare.livejournal.com]

The ones that get the worst treatment from me tend to get the fluffiest bits as well.

You have brought balance to the Force.

As for who, the name of my main series is hardly an accident...

No indeed! =)

I'm glad things are going a bit better with the writing or whatever else was going on with your weekend last. *eyes LOTR Gfic comm sidelong* I do intend to read that latest crop of stories...in...in good time. As for the challenge, essentially if you think it makes the grade, it does. I have no interest in being dictatorial about that kind of thing. I mean, if someone wrote fluff about a hobbit picnic with puppies and not a single cloud in the sky and said it was for the challenge, I'd call them on that, but I can't really see anyone doing that.

*brings tea to Maedhros on the stairs*
*helpfully hands a locket with a miniature of Fingon to Maedhros*

[hhimring]

Maedhros writes:

Dear Huin,
Thank you very much for a most refreshing cup of tea--and also for the locket! Regretfully, I have to report that she-who-types and I have been having a bit of disagreement about the locket. She says that I'm not supposed to be aware of my deeper feelings for my cousin yet and can't be allowed to whip out a miniature of him and gaze at it sentimentally in the middle of this particular story. I told her she was being misled by untested cultural assumptions but she wouldn't budge on that. We have reached a compromise: I'm allowed to have the locket in my possession as long as I don't actually mention it. It perked up my spirits no end--and as she-who-types happens to be indulging in massive procrastination again this weekend, the story proceeded apace! Indeed she-who-types has now reached the stage at which she feels impelled to post the story as soon as possible, before she starts thinking too hard about how impossible it really is to do justice to Feanor (let alone, of course, Gandalf/Olorin or your own Curumo!).
Yours most cordially,
Nelyafinwe Maitimo

[huinare.livejournal.com]

Nelyafinwë Maitimo:

The writer-thing which I frequently find attached to my arm has expressed that she is passing delighted with the story she-who-types has recently posted. Huinárë presently needs to depart for some evening obligations and did not wish to leave a hurried and incoherent bit of shrieking on aforesaid story, and has thus resolved to re-read it and comment upon it later this evening. Meanwhile, she wishes to convey that she is happy you enjoyed the tea and the Locket That Does Not Actually Exist. I should like to convey that this tale has given me much to brood think upon, myself.

Regards,
Curumo