Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in finish_a_thon, @ 2007-10-02 12:03:00 |
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Introduction and Getting Started Meme
Name: Summerborn
Fandom(s) you are working on for this fest: Harry Potter.
Participation: Writer for this fest; also beta & occasional RPer.
The one item from your list that you most want to complete: Lusty Month of May (and only half a year late!)
Items with a deadline other than this fest: Snupin Santa 2007 (Nov 15).
Most fun item on your list: Lupin/Girlbits!Snape, one of the first fic prompts I ever started.
Item you are dreading the most/need the most encouragement on: The 2007 Snupin Fantasy Fest piece.
How do you start a project? Usually I start by letting an idea bounce around in my head for a while, to figure out the general shape of the story and where it's going to go. Then I put some words on paper and hope I can keep it up.
In what conditions do you work best? I definitely work best in the morning, either at home in a comfy chair or at the library.
One thing that always inspires you to create: I am often inspired by poetry or a very good song lyric that could have been poetry. Sometimes they are classics, like Andrew Marvell's To His Coy Mistress, and sometimes they are friends' works, like Klynie's haiku.
One general thing you would really like to improve on: At the very end of a fic-writing process, I tend to be extremely critical. I think finishing works closer to when I first got the idea would help me see the story more objectively, and that means not percolating ideas quite so long.
Advice and/or questions regarding the creative process that you have for the other members of the community: I manage my LJ/IJ filters when I am overcommitted, which means not reading fest announcements, not reading beta requests, not reading RPG openings... because I can't let myself be tempted when I've got so much to finish already!
A teaser from something you've got at least partially done:
If Ron had realized how painful the point of a stiletto could be when it was digging into his throat, he never would have bought them.
Draco stood above him, leaning just enough weight onto the shiny black pump pressing against Ron's neck to keep him from moving. The blond tossed his head, a casual gesture that belied the intensity of his gaze. "Tell me again. Whom did you tell the salesgirl you were shopping for?"
Ron flexed his wrists, but the silken cord Draco had used to tie him wouldn't budge. "I just said it was my--" He swallowed, causing Draco's toes to bob up and down as his throat moved. "My girlfriend."
"I see." Draco lifted his foot, setting it down to stand with one leg on either side of Ron's head. It was difficult to look up the entire length of Draco's body to meet his eyes, especially when Ron found his attention wandering to the black, spiked heels, and the way Draco's pale slim feet looked in them.