The Bartok Quartets

[impulsereader]

I have found Sherlock. I now know what he is doing in this fic. He is still finding his way home; and he is doing it through music. This is so terribly, fearfully, insanely beautiful - and I have no idea if I am capable of getting the point across.

As of my last post I cannot even decide where to set Much Ado. How can I possibly reconcile Sherlock with home? I am not even a musician. I cannot possibly relate to his character on this level.

I've been plotting this story all weekend, and I came home tonight with a perfect, guaranteed solitary opportunity to translate some of it to actual writing - and immediately found I couldn't do anything - at all - so I ate corn and watched A Scandal in Belgravia for lack of a better idea. I sulkily researched cricket, science experiments, and Bartok. Bartok turned the key.

Now it is too late to write, as sleep is actually advisable at some point, and I have even more words pressing uncomfortably into my brain. I don't know whether to be happy that I might have reached a jumping off point or upset because this story just keeps expanding. I haven't yet learned how to properly keep hold of a story; how do I know when one has gotten away from me? Right now it seems as if I have just discovered an element which was always meant to be here, but I am worried that the dictation into my brain doesn't automatically come with a side of neat organization - HA! - I fear I am a Sherlock without a John by my side.

typing both gets me in trouble and sorts out my brain.

New worry - No One is going to want to read this fic except me...Shakespeare, Bartok, crossover, and excess of original characters - WTF?

Comments

[221b-hound.livejournal.com]

Well. You and me. Do I count?

[221b-hound.livejournal.com]

Also, perhaps you can use your discomfort with Sherlock's home by transferring it to Sherlock. Maybe he doesn't really feel comfortable there either. He's been a drug addict, Mycroft clearly doesn't approve of his being an adventurer I mean consulting detective. Sherlock spends his life being told he isn't quite right (a freak) by pretty much everyone except John. (John tells him his *behaviour* isn't quite right, but he doesn't really seem to tell SHerlock that he doesn't belong.)

Anyway, maybe there's a way to make the awkwardness work for you. And maybe it's why Sherlock is actually quite keen to have John a) come for xmas and b) take part in the play. John makes home feel more normal to him.

Just a thought.

[litlover12.livejournal.com]

I'm not a Bartok fan -- I always remember when my piano teacher assigned me one of his pieces; he said, "You're going to think you died and went to the wrong place" -- but I'll read it anyway! :-)

[northernwalker]

I'll read it!