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Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
Mostly I want other people to do this because I love hearing people talk about their fic.
Mostly I want other people to do this because I love hearing people talk about their fic.
(no subject)
I give you, from The Waiting-Room World:
Vira grows up knowing that the Earth will one day burn.
The calculations were made decades ago, checked a thousand times since in the last desperate ramblings of denial, in the end of the beginning of mourning. The solar flares will increase in strength until they overpower the mercies of atmosphere and empty space.
She counts down the days till departure and prepares, always prepares, because so much must be done. There is a refreshing lack of panic; perfunctory shelters have been constructed, so even those who remain think themselves safe. The situation is, on the whole, easier to manage that way; people become so disorderly when they know they are going to die.
Some of them even pity her.
The walls of the waiting-room world begin to give but she pays them no mind. The shuttle launch is fast approaching and she must be ready to leave on time.
(no subject)
Martha shook her head. “Not a one. Except for whoever was on the Valiant; for everyone else nothing even happened. Nobody knows.” She laughed, softly, to herself. “It was a bit like Oz, really. I keep finding all these people I’ve already met, and I just — I want to go up to them and say ‘And you were there!’” She pointed at imaginary passerby to illustrate, as if to make up for the grim mood. “’And you! And you! You went over to his side early, and you wouldn’t hand over your family to save yourself, and you —”