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]

I like Molly. I'll take that on. :)

YEah, sometimes ideas can suddenly explode into really big, complex things. I have one or two planned fills taht have stalled for that reason. I need to doa little research and then will try again. I hate leaving an OP hanging.

The reference to Lestrade turns out to be 'dapper' and 'ferret-like', as opposed to merely ratty, and it's from The Adventure of the Cardboard Box:

"A shower of rain fell while we were in the train, and the heat was far less oppressive in Croydon than in town. Holmes had sent on a wire, so that Lestrade, as wiry, as dapper, and as ferret-like as ever, was waiting for us at the station."

The rodentine comparisons aren't restricted to ferrets, though, I'm sure. I'll have to look at some other stories for evidence, though.

Anyway, new Lestrade is not in the slightest bit ferret-like. Though ferrets can be very pretty.

[impulsereader.livejournal.com]

Ha! So far I've only encountered stroppy Lestrade; no good descriptions yet.

I admire how words as unrelated as wiry, dapper and ferret-like combine to form a mental image; this is very skilled writing.

[221b-hound.livejournal.com]

Colin Jeavons captured taht whole look quite well in the Granada series, I thought. And ACD was pretty darned awesome as a writer. His work still holds up, and it's still inspiring people over a hundred years later. I can never hope to do so well myself. :/