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turpsI want to talk about Sound Tracking a little bit.
While comment numbers are nothing to write home about, the comments I am getting are making me so happy. People who read and get what the universe is about. How it's music and sound that can be heard and used in so many ways. It's the central theme of the whole universe, and each comment I get that understands that. It's just wow. It's no secret I had issues while I was writing, mainly because I was so unsure of my world building and the length of the story freaked me out. So many times I emailed people and questioned what the hell was I doing, and each time they emailed back, calmed me down and sent me on my way, and I wrote and wrote and changed and it may be big headed, but I'm proud of the story I ended up with.
This feels stupid, but I'll cut for specifics in case people haven't read yet and actually want to.
I'm still unsure whether I labelled the story correctly. I used gen, and it wasn't until after, when I saw some comments on del.icio.us and Turlough's rec that I realised that could be misleading. I won't say wrong, because technically it is gen. There's no sex, no kissing. Like I said to Mouse when I was emailing her, it could be said I'd written bandom smarm, which makes me go all /o\, because there's hand-holding and sleeping in the same bed, but it never goes further than that. The story was always intended to be Gerard/Bob, but I couldn't naturally fit that relationship into the story. The groundwork is there for sure, the same as it's there for Mikey/Frank/Pete -- and because I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nopseud will bring it up, Patrick/Pete *g* -- but actual relationships would have been wrong in this story, when they're all healing.
Which is why I'll be writing more in the universe at some point next year. I have ends to tie up. Bob and his new crew have good to do in the world. I also want to talk about what happened to Mikey and Frank when they were away, which will really push the h/c further than I've ever written. A case of to hell with the implied warnings, lets get to the actual nasty stuff.
I guess it's just a case of this is a universe I'm not finished with. The thought of more Bob in Spaaace fill with me glee, and intimidates me at the same time. Really, I can't wait to start.
Bob in SPAAAAACE! Long may you fly the ribbons of sound, your crew at your side.
Also, I've been thinking about a hockey AU. This is due to a combination of various people emailing and my many years of following the Durham Wasps. See, a two line team would mean I'd have 10 people to play with plus the net minder. The team would suck, I'm talking bottom of the league here.
The first line could have My Chem, the second Panic and FOB. So, we have Gerard, who's team captain and does the best inspirational team talks ever, but has issues even hitting the puck. He keeps getting boarded and cross-checked and always looks so baffled when it happens, sitting on the ice all huge eyes and down turned mouth. Of course this makes the rest of his team extra protective, like, most of the time Mikey skates leisurely up and down the rink, and spends time leaning against the boards, except he's a mean fucker with his elbows, and will skate past and jab at anyone in his way, always aiming for the neck. Frank is lightening fast, but spends as much time in the penalty box as he does on the ice. Ray's hair always sticks out of his helmet, as does Joe's.
They suck so much no one will sponsor them until they sent Brendon around all the local businesses and he looked at people, all eyes and pout until they got enough money to get plain hockey tops that they had to decorate themselves. They try not to remember the great craft disaster night when Ryan glue gunned a plastic flower to Gerard's head after hours of intense arguments. Still, they compromised in the end and now their uniforms have skulls with flowers for eyes.
I don't even know. I just keep thinking of Jon wandering through the rink, skates slung over his shoulders and wearing flip flops. Bob throwing down when one of his team gets charged into the boards. Them finally getting a power play in the last minute of the third period and knowing they're going to lose big again, but still cheering when Brendon skates rings around the defence and grabs a late goal.
Really, someone needs to write this for me. Or else, tell me if it already exists.
While comment numbers are nothing to write home about, the comments I am getting are making me so happy. People who read and get what the universe is about. How it's music and sound that can be heard and used in so many ways. It's the central theme of the whole universe, and each comment I get that understands that. It's just wow. It's no secret I had issues while I was writing, mainly because I was so unsure of my world building and the length of the story freaked me out. So many times I emailed people and questioned what the hell was I doing, and each time they emailed back, calmed me down and sent me on my way, and I wrote and wrote and changed and it may be big headed, but I'm proud of the story I ended up with.
This feels stupid, but I'll cut for specifics in case people haven't read yet and actually want to.
I'm still unsure whether I labelled the story correctly. I used gen, and it wasn't until after, when I saw some comments on del.icio.us and Turlough's rec that I realised that could be misleading. I won't say wrong, because technically it is gen. There's no sex, no kissing. Like I said to Mouse when I was emailing her, it could be said I'd written bandom smarm, which makes me go all /o\, because there's hand-holding and sleeping in the same bed, but it never goes further than that. The story was always intended to be Gerard/Bob, but I couldn't naturally fit that relationship into the story. The groundwork is there for sure, the same as it's there for Mikey/Frank/Pete -- and because I know
nopseud will bring it up, Patrick/Pete *g* -- but actual relationships would have been wrong in this story, when they're all healing.Which is why I'll be writing more in the universe at some point next year. I have ends to tie up. Bob and his new crew have good to do in the world. I also want to talk about what happened to Mikey and Frank when they were away, which will really push the h/c further than I've ever written. A case of to hell with the implied warnings, lets get to the actual nasty stuff.
I guess it's just a case of this is a universe I'm not finished with. The thought of more Bob in Spaaace fill with me glee, and intimidates me at the same time. Really, I can't wait to start.
Bob in SPAAAAACE! Long may you fly the ribbons of sound, your crew at your side.
Also, I've been thinking about a hockey AU. This is due to a combination of various people emailing and my many years of following the Durham Wasps. See, a two line team would mean I'd have 10 people to play with plus the net minder. The team would suck, I'm talking bottom of the league here.
The first line could have My Chem, the second Panic and FOB. So, we have Gerard, who's team captain and does the best inspirational team talks ever, but has issues even hitting the puck. He keeps getting boarded and cross-checked and always looks so baffled when it happens, sitting on the ice all huge eyes and down turned mouth. Of course this makes the rest of his team extra protective, like, most of the time Mikey skates leisurely up and down the rink, and spends time leaning against the boards, except he's a mean fucker with his elbows, and will skate past and jab at anyone in his way, always aiming for the neck. Frank is lightening fast, but spends as much time in the penalty box as he does on the ice. Ray's hair always sticks out of his helmet, as does Joe's.
They suck so much no one will sponsor them until they sent Brendon around all the local businesses and he looked at people, all eyes and pout until they got enough money to get plain hockey tops that they had to decorate themselves. They try not to remember the great craft disaster night when Ryan glue gunned a plastic flower to Gerard's head after hours of intense arguments. Still, they compromised in the end and now their uniforms have skulls with flowers for eyes.
I don't even know. I just keep thinking of Jon wandering through the rink, skates slung over his shoulders and wearing flip flops. Bob throwing down when one of his team gets charged into the boards. Them finally getting a power play in the last minute of the third period and knowing they're going to lose big again, but still cheering when Brendon skates rings around the defence and grabs a late goal.
Really, someone needs to write this for me. Or else, tell me if it already exists.
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Date: 2008-11-25 03:38 pm (UTC)I think I'd go insane with a weekly Bob In Spaaace! *g*