When you disguise whispers as screams.
Apr. 1st, 2005 01:45 amso, I was just rambling at myself, trying to understand the difference.
Why is it I condemn some authors, but then raise others up?
Take Little Red (whom I was babbling to the cat about). She writes fluff. Sappy fluff. Full of squishyness and I love yous and cuddles and snuggles. What makes Little Red fic so much better than the hundred or so authors who do similar things?
ok. So, I was also talking to the cat while I fed her. ANYway.
The difference is in the phrasing. The way the narrative tugs you along. In Little Red fic, there's this abrupt sense when you get to the end. You cry, because it's OVER. And it shouldn't be. There should be more, because the characters were painted, drawn and quartered so finely, that you saw them. You saw Daniel, Janet, Sam, Liz, Teal'c, Jack, Shep, etc, etc. And you want more, because in turn, the words evoked so many images. And such rich character that you don't want it to stop.
It's the difference between. oh...
Debbie Gibson's "One Hand, One Heart" (And I need to find the lyrics for posting just to annoy people on the List) and Nickelback's "Feeling Way Too Damned Good".
They're both SAPPY as hell. But where DG is all stupid sweetness, Nickelback is all Stupid!Cute.
Hrm.
Am cold. *gets Liz blanket*
I suspect I also have a kink for NOT speaking. Take, oh, Ellyfic. SO MUCH of her stuff is unspoken dialogue. It's phrases and turns and looks and touches that build on each other, until you're slammed into the present with, with.. *flails*
*eyes the cat*
I suspect I needed to ramble about good fic for a bit. Hrm.
Why is it I condemn some authors, but then raise others up?
Take Little Red (whom I was babbling to the cat about). She writes fluff. Sappy fluff. Full of squishyness and I love yous and cuddles and snuggles. What makes Little Red fic so much better than the hundred or so authors who do similar things?
ok. So, I was also talking to the cat while I fed her. ANYway.
The difference is in the phrasing. The way the narrative tugs you along. In Little Red fic, there's this abrupt sense when you get to the end. You cry, because it's OVER. And it shouldn't be. There should be more, because the characters were painted, drawn and quartered so finely, that you saw them. You saw Daniel, Janet, Sam, Liz, Teal'c, Jack, Shep, etc, etc. And you want more, because in turn, the words evoked so many images. And such rich character that you don't want it to stop.
It's the difference between. oh...
Debbie Gibson's "One Hand, One Heart" (And I need to find the lyrics for posting just to annoy people on the List) and Nickelback's "Feeling Way Too Damned Good".
They're both SAPPY as hell. But where DG is all stupid sweetness, Nickelback is all Stupid!Cute.
Hrm.
Am cold. *gets Liz blanket*
I suspect I also have a kink for NOT speaking. Take, oh, Ellyfic. SO MUCH of her stuff is unspoken dialogue. It's phrases and turns and looks and touches that build on each other, until you're slammed into the present with, with.. *flails*
*eyes the cat*
I suspect I needed to ramble about good fic for a bit. Hrm.