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kat_lair What's the last thing you wrote?
In terms of wrote and brought to the public domain, it would be
Blood. Privately I wrote a section from a Van Helsing - Hunchback of Notre Dame cross over where Gabriel wonders the sexual differences of Anna and Esmeralda. (No, really, don't ask.)
Was it any good?
Yeah,
Blood was pretty good, the other stuff was shit.
What's the first thing you ever wrote that you still have?
I don't have the first things I wrote anymore. Dissapeared down memory lane a long time ago. The olders stuff I have is from high school creative writing class.
Write poetry?
Nope.
Angsty poetry?
What part of "nope" is unclear to you people?
Most fun character you ever wrote?
Possibily Sara from Witchblade. She doeasn't really have any hang ups and her jealousies and insecurities are so on the surface that it makes her fun.
Most annoying character you ever wrote?
Well, I don't thing any of them are irritating, I wouldn't write them if they were, now would I? Trying to be clever, Mr Smartypants, now are we?!
Best plot you ever wrote?
Well the entire Van Helsing sequence is pretty godamn plotty, but I don't think I would really call it "The Best". I think my best is still waiting, still somewhere in the back recesses of my mind.
Coolest plot twist you ever wrote?
Again, I'm not really the right person to ask this, as I don't get to experince them as twists. But possibly the most proudest I am of the way I made Anna live in the Van Helsing sequence. I was very green and naive, but I wanted to make to plot work in terms of the canon and in terms of the storytelling. It was the most I've ever worked on details untill then and even after.
How often do you get writer's block?
Often. All the fucking time. Like right now.
How do you fix it?
I don't. I quite often can't. Usually I get bullied into writing something and it slowly goes away. Massive, insomnia inducing bout of creativity and ideas help.
Do you type or write by hand?
I type everything. Except
The Monologue wich I wrote by hand lying in my bed about 2 o'clock in the morning.
Do you save everything you write?
Well, kinda. Not everything though.
Do you ever go back to an old idea long after you abandoned it?
Well, not really go back per say, but the old ideas often get incorporated or melted into new plots. I'm a hoarder in terms of plot ideas and I'm very reluctant to let anything go, even when I can clearly see that it is a bad idea.
What's your favorite thing that you've written?
The Monologue and Stone Quartet (
In the Company of Wolves,
Small Crimes,
Decadent and
Touching the Void)
What's everyone else's favorite thing that you've written?
Judging purely on the base of reviews and comments I would have to say Precious Things (
part 1 and
part 2) and
Heart Do you ever show people your work?
Yes, almost all of my work is betad by the lovely
arubyslipper. She's been my beta since, well since forever really, and I like the way she treats me. With enough power to get me to change and with enough gentleness not to bruise my ego.
Who's your favorite constructive critic?
Again, see above. But also, everybody who takes the time to actually break my work apart. It is incredebly flattering to know that your work has made somebody think that much.
Did you ever write a novel?
Nope.
Have you ever written fantasy, sci-fi, or horror?
Yeah, all except sci-fi because I never got that Star Wars fic written. I really should, shouldn't I? The SW fandom really needs some quality porn, they are so incredebly uptight.
Ever written romance or teen angsty drama?
Romance yes, pretty much everyhing I write is overtly romantic, but ......... teen? well I would never admit to writing anything that could be labelled "teen".
What's one genre you have never written, and probably never will?
I doubt that I will ever writ humour fics. Anything that would make people laught. And here I mean somethint that is meant to make you laugh......
How many writing projects are you working on right now?
Oh god, let me count the files. The biggest ones would be the next part in the Van Helsing sequence called The Heart of the Ocean and a Potter fic wich is still stuck in development hell titled Life in Cold Blood
Do you want to write for a living?
Okay, now I would say yes, but the question implicates "for a living". Considering my tendecies to get massive writers block and wallow in self pity for months, I doubt that I would be doing much living on it. Yes, I would like to write as my main occupation, but I rather think that I would have to have made some serious dough before retiering to wallow with my textual pursuits.
Have you ever written something for a magazine or newspaper?
Nope.
Have you ever won an award for your writing?
Nope.
Ever written something in script or play format?
Umm, yes, once and it was a complete disaster. I just can't deal with the fact that I cannot tell people what the characters are feeling. I am very much a writer that relies on the text to convey emotion, that most things are unseen and unheard, so no, I could never do play or a script.
What is your favorite word?
Minions.
Do you ever write based on yourself?
Technically no, but in practice I think all of our characters are reflections on the writer. Anna is very much a version of me, she is me in ways and manners I would never, could never excist and I revel in the way that I can live though her, but I think it would be too much to suggest that she is BASED on me. I like the word reflection much more. And in a way all my characters are also related to each other, because they do all stem from me, I am the link in their creating so in turn they are like each other and like me.
Which of your characters most resembles you?
Okay, yes, see above.....
Where do you get ideas for your characters?
Music, art, the woman on the tube. Genral thoughts and musching that pass through my head. I don't know! Where do you get yours!?! From a character guide book!
Do you ever write based on your dreams?
Yes. In high school I once wrote a short story about a flying cow and a fairy in pvc trousers.
Do you prefer happy endings, sad endings, or cliff-hangers?
I prefer whatever is best for the story. You can't specify things like that without specifying the story.
Have you ever written anything based on an artwork you've seen?
All the time. But I'm not going to tell you what.
Are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write?
No, you see. Fandom is very anal about these sort of things, and that's why I need a beta reader. I'm very very dyslexic and spell check will only get you so far.
Ever write something entirely in chatspeak?
I don't know what that means.
Does music help you write?
Yes, iTunes is on continuous loop. I espcially like classical and instrumental music.
Are people surprised and confused when they find out you write well?
Umm, not many people know. I just don't talk about it. And then again, I'm not really convinced that I write that well.
Quote something you've written:
In the spirit of this I will give you from The Garden, which is not finished quite yet:
She walks back into their dark bedroom with her hair still dripping water on the carpet. Lucius is still asleep, his breaths long and even but Narcissa can hear the cough still in there beneath the air. She hopes that now they will have enough peace for him to recover from Azkaban. She hopes, but then she doesn’t have much faith in hope anymore.
She sits on the bed, towelling her hair and gently counting the lines beneath his eyes. They are both getting on the years, and she has been forced to notice the edging crow’s feet by her own eyes. A few years ago she would have been horrified but now she knows that there are far worse things to be than old.
She gets dressed in the dark. The plain black travelling cloak swishes against the carpet as she makes her way to Draco’s door. Gently she pushes the handle and peeks in. It’s an old habit which she cannot hope to break. He has again thrown his duvet on to the side and sleeps with his feet half hanging off the bed. Narcissa stops herself from tucking him back in. He is seventeen after all, and nearly a man. She descends downstairs and through the dining room into the garden. The house elves stop their polishing and dusting with the sight of her, but she pays them no heed.
And another from Three Ways which I will finish! I will!
She sits on the bed leaning back on her arms and the light catches on two white scars on the side of her belly. She parts her legs and looks at her husband, not with the bashfulness of a virgin bride, but with the knowledge of a seasoned whore. There is nothing coy or pure about her smile and Robin feels dirty thinking and looking at her in this way.
Suddenly Gisborne moves, his steps fluid and silent. He kneels before her, his hands travelling over her thighs and hips, then up her back. She closes her legs around him, as if pulling him in, knees vice like on his ribs. Her hand grips the back of his scull, spreading her fingers in his hair like a web. She kisses him from above, like a benediction, and Gisborne closes his eyes.
And in that one horrible instant Robin realizes that this is not the first time. Their touches are too seasoned, too familiar to be new. It was easy for him to think of Marian’s unwillingness and her sense of duty when it came to this man, but gently she falls against the mattress, her hair spreading around her head like halo, and Gisborne’s hands caress behind her knees, and the bliss on her face has nothing to do with duty. In witnessing her ecstasy Robin feels ill, but he cannot look away. He will not.