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hmpfIn less than an hour and a half!
It's kinda crap, but hey, writing is writing, and writing is good. Even if it's crap. And spontaneous outbreaks of fic are particularly good.
It's LoM (unsurprisingly), and it doesn't look like fic. It looks kind of like a poem. Partly. Again. WTF is it with me and LoM and spontaneous eruptions of poetry!fic?
It also contains some standing around on roofs. That seems to be a staple of all my LoM fic lately.
Oh, and also, it's Sam/Annie-shippy, something I haven't really done before. Yay for new challenges!
It was initially meant for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
space_oddity_75, who's recently had a rough time, but as per usual, it turned depressing pretty soon, so I'm not sure it's the right thing to give away to someone who isn't feeling good in the first place. Also, as I already stated, at the moment it's still kind of crap. And kind of abstract. And kind of just-plain-weird. And possibly somewhat AU in its interpretation of the relationship, I dunno. And possibly really, really, really bad.
But I'm still thrilled.
Oh hell, here's an excerpt. I may hate this tomorrow, but who cares.
***
Watching
his face, knotted with concentration,
suspicion,
obsession,
as he figures out riddles
that exist only for him,
figures out the world
that exists
only as a riddle to him. Your world,
and you just a piece of the puzzle.
What is your meaning?
***
Gah. I can already see bits that are crap. See? This is why I don't do fast fic.
It's kinda crap, but hey, writing is writing, and writing is good. Even if it's crap. And spontaneous outbreaks of fic are particularly good.
It's LoM (unsurprisingly), and it doesn't look like fic. It looks kind of like a poem. Partly. Again. WTF is it with me and LoM and spontaneous eruptions of poetry!fic?
It also contains some standing around on roofs. That seems to be a staple of all my LoM fic lately.
Oh, and also, it's Sam/Annie-shippy, something I haven't really done before. Yay for new challenges!
It was initially meant for
space_oddity_75, who's recently had a rough time, but as per usual, it turned depressing pretty soon, so I'm not sure it's the right thing to give away to someone who isn't feeling good in the first place. Also, as I already stated, at the moment it's still kind of crap. And kind of abstract. And kind of just-plain-weird. And possibly somewhat AU in its interpretation of the relationship, I dunno. And possibly really, really, really bad. But I'm still thrilled.
Oh hell, here's an excerpt. I may hate this tomorrow, but who cares.
***
Watching
his face, knotted with concentration,
suspicion,
obsession,
as he figures out riddles
that exist only for him,
figures out the world
that exists
only as a riddle to him. Your world,
and you just a piece of the puzzle.
What is your meaning?
***
Gah. I can already see bits that are crap. See? This is why I don't do fast fic.
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That's my favourite bit, too!
Date: 2007-11-20 01:50 am (UTC)Yeah, poor Sam, caught in his own mental trap, so to speak. (There's a bit about self-built traps in this fic, too, but I'm not sure yet how well it actually fits in with Sam's character, really - that part was written mostly by my subconscious, methinks!) - Though this fic's really mostly about Annie. I'm usually rather of the mindset that 1973 is not real, which kind of makes the emotional state of the 1973 characters rather less important than Sam's, but if you entertain the idea that they're real, you really get struck by how frustrating it must be to try to have any kind of relationship (friendship, love, whatever) with a man who doesn't believe you're real.
Sorry. Rambling.