Wow, well... next time I need to explain to someone how I feel about angst and why I find it so crutial and interesting... I'll point them to this entry.
One writting magnet I have? Hm. I often write fix-its or silly fluffy pwp love moments, but it's like candy to me, I seldomly finish them or find them any good. It's usually post-episode frustration.
I have one thing that I seem to always fall into. Since I usually start thinking of a story in my head with a pairing, then the love story and context usuallt build up together in my head and that HATE pwp for long ass stories... I need a back story. Especially when I pull together people that would make sense together at the point in which they are in canon... I need a story, a long narration, something that makes it believable. And almost inevitably... that goes into torture. Not necessarily litteral. I mean, mostly not. But emotional hardship, misery, physical pain or deprivation of some kind. I have a long long long story in mind that I wrote around J2, in which I transported them into an American continant devastated by a virus akin to rabbies that rendered human life to 'Reign Of Fire' survival state. And not only did I make my guys troglodytes, I made them be wounded, have to watch loved ones die, etc... One thing I like that we French have a phrase for, I'll translate it litterally is "The emotional Elevator". yoyo would be more accurate. We use that term when a story (written, played, screened, told) takes you high, high, high and very unexpectedly plunges you into despair. (Say character A having a good day, walking into a room still giggling from a joke and finding that a friend just hung themselves to the ceiling fan.) It works the other way around, too. I like my makeout sessions to give me whiplash. When I read, and I'm really taken my the story and the tension, whether it's grave or sexy, when a good kiss happens I get all warm. When something dire happens I get chills and I curl in on myself. I try, as much as I can, to make the scenes I want intense to be THAT intense. I'm not sure if I make sense, but yeah... And, since I sometimes have to somewhat act out the scene, at least in my head, and that it shows on my face, to find the right words, I must be a riot to watch while I write. I tear up, I grimace, I go pensive, I frown, I look murderous... So much that I had to quit on one story, back when I used to write Veronica Mars fics, because it was so dark, so gloomy, that it made me depressed. It's also because I work that way that there are times for some types of fics and others for different types. There are days when I just won't be able to write cheerful. And oddly, it doesn't necessarily mean that I've got the blues that day, but my writting mind doesn't feel like happy fluffly kitens and teddy bears.
I don't know if it fits into 'angst', though, because I'm not always clear on the term. But it's one of those terms that has thousands of approaching definitions. (just like I don't know how to classify music. "You said metal. Is it black metal or nu metal?" "It's music. I like it. Shut up.")
I hope some of this made any sense, and I'm sorry I wrote an essay instead of a comment. :/
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One writting magnet I have? Hm. I often write fix-its or silly fluffy pwp love moments, but it's like candy to me, I seldomly finish them or find them any good. It's usually post-episode frustration.
I have one thing that I seem to always fall into. Since I usually start thinking of a story in my head with a pairing, then the love story and context usuallt build up together in my head and that HATE pwp for long ass stories... I need a back story. Especially when I pull together people that would make sense together at the point in which they are in canon... I need a story, a long narration, something that makes it believable.
And almost inevitably... that goes into torture. Not necessarily litteral. I mean, mostly not. But emotional hardship, misery, physical pain or deprivation of some kind. I have a long long long story in mind that I wrote around J2, in which I transported them into an American continant devastated by a virus akin to rabbies that rendered human life to 'Reign Of Fire' survival state. And not only did I make my guys troglodytes, I made them be wounded, have to watch loved ones die, etc...
One thing I like that we French have a phrase for, I'll translate it litterally is "The emotional Elevator". yoyo would be more accurate. We use that term when a story (written, played, screened, told) takes you high, high, high and very unexpectedly plunges you into despair. (Say character A having a good day, walking into a room still giggling from a joke and finding that a friend just hung themselves to the ceiling fan.) It works the other way around, too. I like my makeout sessions to give me whiplash. When I read, and I'm really taken my the story and the tension, whether it's grave or sexy, when a good kiss happens I get all warm. When something dire happens I get chills and I curl in on myself. I try, as much as I can, to make the scenes I want intense to be THAT intense. I'm not sure if I make sense, but yeah...
And, since I sometimes have to somewhat act out the scene, at least in my head, and that it shows on my face, to find the right words, I must be a riot to watch while I write. I tear up, I grimace, I go pensive, I frown, I look murderous...
So much that I had to quit on one story, back when I used to write Veronica Mars fics, because it was so dark, so gloomy, that it made me depressed.
It's also because I work that way that there are times for some types of fics and others for different types. There are days when I just won't be able to write cheerful. And oddly, it doesn't necessarily mean that I've got the blues that day, but my writting mind doesn't feel like happy fluffly kitens and teddy bears.
I don't know if it fits into 'angst', though, because I'm not always clear on the term. But it's one of those terms that has thousands of approaching definitions. (just like I don't know how to classify music. "You said metal. Is it black metal or nu metal?" "It's music. I like it. Shut up.")
I hope some of this made any sense, and I'm sorry I wrote an essay instead of a comment. :/