I opened up the client to say something and now that it's open, I don't remember what I wanted to say. I suppose it wasn't that important then. I have a burning desire to just hole up in my room listening to bad 80s pop music and write Masks all day. I feel so unproductive in my new fandom. Two stories? That's it? And one of them is pure fluff and a big, old throw-away piece. Masks makes me happy, and if I can get all the little nuances into the story that I want to get in, it's going to kick ass. At least to me. I couldn't give a fuck if other people like it or not. This is my version of SG-1 as a team. Yeah, maybe Sam isn't as flexible as she should be and Teal'c is more sarcastic, but I like it. It makes me happy. Not many of the things I've been writing in popslash have made me happy lately. This, a stupid little story about a world where people judge each other by the masks they wear, makes me happy. I like being able to stretch my imagination and write about a whole other world. This is why Water fascinated me for so long until I realized that it would be completely ignored in the fandom. I realized that shortly after Once More With Feeling was posted and ignored.
( Somehow this is going to turn into a rant about popslash, so turn away now if that's going to anger you. I have a lot of pent up frustration to get out. )
( Somehow this is going to turn into a rant about popslash, so turn away now if that's going to anger you. I have a lot of pent up frustration to get out. )