~~understanding & hysteria. the author in the work and vice-versa; also, more wibbling.

te's latest blog entry really made me feel both warm and fuzzy and also challenged, renewed. it was all about how what she looks for in an [fanfic] author & their work is diversity, openness, a sense of complexity and surprise. being unable to predict where someone is -really- coming from, having to work at it, seeing that they are really -thinking- whether they write about their OTP from a dozen different angles or try a number of possibly personally squicky pairings, just to explore the characters' heads.

this is from a whole thread i found through metablog, about seeing the author in the work, whether this is a good thing or an unwelcome thing that doesn't bode well for good writing.
( yes, so obviously this isn't something i can attempt to address in any sort of reasonable amount of space. ahem. )

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mmm, read esorlehcar's AU/sequel-type-thing, `drowning', to shalott's `deep as you go'. believable happy endings = believably happy self. and silviakundera's `happenstance', which makes harry creepy and under-eleven and yet understandable and canon and yes.
reminded me why i think harry's inherent darkness is rarely explored quite subtly enough. if anything-- usually it assumes it had something to do with voldemort, with cedric, with the responsibility of saving the world and so on. whereas (as was my initial feeling upon reading about his growing-up years), i think having had unchecked power in an unaware environment does things to you-- forgetting it being partly voldemort's power, for a second. but it's -subtle-. harry isn't aware, and harry doesn't have to even become aware. harry means well, you know. he really does :D
    EDIT: vignette00's poetry kicks my arse. to the sky.
    *worships*
    i'm not kidding. that good.
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and. and. aja's review of DV11 made me cry and just-- feel amazed that i ever come across as coherently intelligent to -anyone-, because -that- was everything i didn't consciously follow through on thinking about that chapter. like every little detail i'd noticed but didn't bother analyzing or remembering. gods. just-- i understand now. i'm tempted to just delete the silly ficlet, since i -knew- it was wrong, not really them, but i mean-- it was intense for me, so i had to share... but my god, the inadequacy.

    ( so. thoughts on reviewing the overwhelming feeling inducers, expressing the unexpressibles. )

people who are v. passionate readers but not writers have my sincerest sympathy....
    just occurred to me that this feeling of amazed, sudden understanding borne of reading someone else's words isn't really something that speaks -against- me. this is how understanding has come to me from the beginning. there is always a -source-: either verbal or physical. few things come from the ether. so, maybe... maybe... maybe it doesn't matter how i come to understand, as long as i understand. hmm.