I've been kinda quiet on the writing front and will be for awhile, because I naively undertook a BEHEMOTH of an AU, and it's sucking the soul outta me o_o It's Sam/Dean set in 1910, San Francisco, and I completely underestimated how little information I actually knew about that time period--I mean, did people use phones back then? What was the public consensus of homosexuality in SF back then? Hell, where would a bachelor even work and live?
So, I've been eking out this story, spending more than half my time on etymology and historical websites instead of actually, you know, writing. And don't take it the wrong way, I'm in no way complaining because hell, it's stuff I'm interested in, but it's just kind of overwhelming. I mean, case in point: I got out early from work today so finally made my way over to the New York Public Library to do some research (there's hardly anything on the Internet :P). I wound up hunkering down for four hours straight, taking down pages and pages of notes which, for the record, I NEVER did in school. Funny that the one real research project I undertake, it's post-college, and for fanfiction, no less XD
Anyway, for how difficult this story is proving to write (you guys should see me, I agonize over one paragraph for hours to make sure the wording's right), I'm kind of bursting to see if anybody even cares about a period piece like this. This is me testing the waters, with bated breath.
At precisely 8:30 PM, on a windy Sunday night in the upper boroughs of San Francisco, Samuel J. Winchester receives a telegram.
It reads as follows: ABIGAIL – GUNTHER – DECEASED – STOP – PERSONAL – EFFECTS – FOR – PICK-UP – STOP
Sam idly fingers the parchment—he finds this telegram peculiar as he does not know of an Abigail Gunther. He checks the sender information. The telegram comes from the Property Clerk at Sheldington Morgue and it seems to have been addressed correctly, so Sam fishes in his pockets for a copper or two to tip the messenger with—makes it a nickel, as he observes the powerful gusts of wind outside with a sympathetic eye. The young man thanks him profusely, gets back on his bicycle, then forges back through the night, teetering precariously upon each gale that meets him sideways.
To be an Agatha Christie-inspired, old-fashioned mystery with historical bells and whistles (my first story to ever have a bibliography), and turn of the century Wincest! Woot.
So, I've been eking out this story, spending more than half my time on etymology and historical websites instead of actually, you know, writing. And don't take it the wrong way, I'm in no way complaining because hell, it's stuff I'm interested in, but it's just kind of overwhelming. I mean, case in point: I got out early from work today so finally made my way over to the New York Public Library to do some research (there's hardly anything on the Internet :P). I wound up hunkering down for four hours straight, taking down pages and pages of notes which, for the record, I NEVER did in school. Funny that the one real research project I undertake, it's post-college, and for fanfiction, no less XD
Anyway, for how difficult this story is proving to write (you guys should see me, I agonize over one paragraph for hours to make sure the wording's right), I'm kind of bursting to see if anybody even cares about a period piece like this. This is me testing the waters, with bated breath.
At precisely 8:30 PM, on a windy Sunday night in the upper boroughs of San Francisco, Samuel J. Winchester receives a telegram.
It reads as follows: ABIGAIL – GUNTHER – DECEASED – STOP – PERSONAL – EFFECTS – FOR – PICK-UP – STOP
Sam idly fingers the parchment—he finds this telegram peculiar as he does not know of an Abigail Gunther. He checks the sender information. The telegram comes from the Property Clerk at Sheldington Morgue and it seems to have been addressed correctly, so Sam fishes in his pockets for a copper or two to tip the messenger with—makes it a nickel, as he observes the powerful gusts of wind outside with a sympathetic eye. The young man thanks him profusely, gets back on his bicycle, then forges back through the night, teetering precariously upon each gale that meets him sideways.
To be an Agatha Christie-inspired, old-fashioned mystery with historical bells and whistles (my first story to ever have a bibliography), and turn of the century Wincest! Woot.
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Date: 2007-11-14 05:47 am (UTC)Plus, it sounds very interesting. I used to avoid AUs, but now I'm down with them.
Oh, and I'm eager to see the bibliography, too. Might there be footnotes as well? *bats eyelashes*
I still have to catch up with some of your more recent work. I was kind of out of it for a few months and wasn't reading much fic, so I need to catch up. I know you posted a multi-chapter piece centred around the idea of Cupid's work, but what else have I missed? Do you not have a fic list, missy? *raises eyebrow*
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Date: 2007-11-14 05:57 am (UTC)Gosh, the things is I REALLY want to add footnotes, links, and/or visual aids, but I don't know if they're going to be distracting. I'm still going for stuffy wincest mystery here, with the added feature of being retardedly historically accurate, but I don't want to turn readers away by turning the poor story into some sort of trussed up lecture based on all the research I've been doing. I dunno, I'll make an executive decision a few months down the line :]
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Date: 2007-11-14 08:09 am (UTC)keep writing and researching. *GRIN*
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Date: 2007-11-14 05:59 pm (UTC)lol so does this mean I can get you to proof it for me? *__* I have the first 6k or so done and I'd love to get a gauge of how it's shaping up. I feel so out of my league with this story, I can't tell if I'm the only one who'll be interested in the historical tidbits, or if I should just stop being such a little bitch about it and include everything I want. Stuff like that. Yes yes?
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Date: 2007-11-14 06:22 pm (UTC)So yeah, send it to me whenever and I'd be happy to read it :) (I have jury duty tomorrow, so I'll probably be spending most of the day sitting around reading and writing and shit anyway :p)
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Date: 2007-11-14 07:01 pm (UTC)Actually, are you gonna be proofing it today or tomorrow? B/c if it's tomorrow, I'll send you the story later tonight (I'm gonna be working on it so I don't want the version you have to be out of date by tomorrow).
I'm a little in love with San Francisco right now
Oh yeah? Did you visit it recently or something? :D
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Date: 2007-11-14 10:29 pm (UTC)Oh yeah? Did you visit it recently or something? :D
I did! I keep meaning to post about it and put up some pictures (because I took several hundred. Literally). I just wanted to take some time off work and go on vacation, since it's been years since I've taken a trip, and I've never been to California (and always wanted to see San Fran) so I took the train out there - it was about 3 days, and by the end I was really ready for a shower and a real bed, but it was awesome, saw lots of beautiful things and places I'd never been to before. And then spent a few days in San Fran. So pretty and fun. I really want to go back (would love to live out there for a bit).
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Date: 2007-11-14 10:35 pm (UTC)When did you take a trip to Cali?? I wanna see pictures! Just to stoke my nostalgia for the Golden State, if anything :P SF's a really great, quirky city--never got to explore it as much as I wanted to back at home since it was still a good 45 mins away, and driving in the city (especially with stick-shift) is a freaking nightmare. Well, i'll be in CA mid-December so hopefully I'll make a trip up for xmas shopping or something :D
Pictures!