In which adversity is good for me
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impulsereaderor at least that's what I'm telling myself.
I am still struggling with Sherlock's parents and this scene. I have given a great deal of consideration to the idea that since I am struggling so mightily I should simply drop it and move on, but I really think it needs to be there.
So, I adopted the view - THROW A GRENADE AT IT - and promptly discovered that my brain is completely capable of taking absolutely anything literally. It gave Sherlock's father a live grenade to play with.
I don't even know.
But - it sort of seems to be working.
So - this is teaching me something. Up until now writing has been all sunshine and roses and happy magical typing which somehow produces funny and interesting things which I enjoy reading, and which at least a few other people also enjoy reading (thank you all, by the way) - fantastic.
Now I'm learning what to do when the typing isn't quite as magical as I might like it to be. It means I'm writing long hand for the very first time (oh gosh, I just remembered and had to modify - for the first time since high school when I was unknowingly writing ST:TNG fic during class [before the internet, or at least my being on it - biggest mary sue ever - seriously, ever]). Somehow this scene makes my eyes skitter away from the monitor when I try to get to work, so pen and paper work better. I'm also spending a lot of time writing out a lot of the same sort of thing over and over - but just slightly differently - as I work out what this needs to look like.
So I'm learning and becoming a better writer. This is the positive thing to focus on as I wrestle this scene into existence. I'm also learning by being forced to think more about the characters of Sherlock's parents instead of allowing them to remain cardboard cut-outs which will serve no purpose other than to trip up Sherlock emotionally. Oh, and to give myself a moment of indulgent praise - I am not hiding from the fact that I need to work on this - I haven't gone haring off to write other things which would be much more fun to work on instead - which I am perfectly capable of doing - but I haven't! This is very encouraging. The end is in sight and I will finish this section so that I can move on to the much more entertaining Baker Street Interludes!
I am still struggling with Sherlock's parents and this scene. I have given a great deal of consideration to the idea that since I am struggling so mightily I should simply drop it and move on, but I really think it needs to be there.
So, I adopted the view - THROW A GRENADE AT IT - and promptly discovered that my brain is completely capable of taking absolutely anything literally. It gave Sherlock's father a live grenade to play with.
I don't even know.
But - it sort of seems to be working.
So - this is teaching me something. Up until now writing has been all sunshine and roses and happy magical typing which somehow produces funny and interesting things which I enjoy reading, and which at least a few other people also enjoy reading (thank you all, by the way) - fantastic.
Now I'm learning what to do when the typing isn't quite as magical as I might like it to be. It means I'm writing long hand for the very first time (oh gosh, I just remembered and had to modify - for the first time since high school when I was unknowingly writing ST:TNG fic during class [before the internet, or at least my being on it - biggest mary sue ever - seriously, ever]). Somehow this scene makes my eyes skitter away from the monitor when I try to get to work, so pen and paper work better. I'm also spending a lot of time writing out a lot of the same sort of thing over and over - but just slightly differently - as I work out what this needs to look like.
So I'm learning and becoming a better writer. This is the positive thing to focus on as I wrestle this scene into existence. I'm also learning by being forced to think more about the characters of Sherlock's parents instead of allowing them to remain cardboard cut-outs which will serve no purpose other than to trip up Sherlock emotionally. Oh, and to give myself a moment of indulgent praise - I am not hiding from the fact that I need to work on this - I haven't gone haring off to write other things which would be much more fun to work on instead - which I am perfectly capable of doing - but I haven't! This is very encouraging. The end is in sight and I will finish this section so that I can move on to the much more entertaining Baker Street Interludes!
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Date: 2012-07-22 09:38 pm (UTC)Isn't it? The tea is actually quite good, too :-)
And now I want to go on a San Juan Island camping adventure with the crew of the Hawaiian Chieftain. How cool is that? I don't even like camping, much, but the volunteer crew members were so interesting to talk to, people from all over the world and with such diverse backgrounds. Don't call them pirates, though. They don't like it.
I must make a tea icon.
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Date: 2012-07-23 05:22 am (UTC)Tea perseveres somehow. After a bit of thought I'm not surprised at all that in brick form it is still good. :-) I've been meaning to rec this in general, but it's a WIP so I was instinctively holding off - but today I hit the bit of it when John is introduced to tea, and so I'm going to stick it in here as a wonderful Sherlock crossover with Greek/Roman Mythology http://archiveofourown.org/works/442464/chapters/755891
Are you possibly actually going on this trip? I would be both jealous and pleased that you would be the one doing the camping and reporting back.
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Date: 2012-07-23 06:48 am (UTC)I will check out your fic rec - thank you!