I’m going to try and answer these in little headcanon writing blurbs, so here we go :) For tumblr user blueinthemorning ^^
So my partner and I just had to put our cat down. This is the first time I’ve ever had to do something like this. I mean, I’ve had pets die, but I was never there for it, it was something my dad had to go through then he’d come home to tell me.
So I wanted to write something about the situation. A pet’s short life expectancy isn’t really something I’ve ever thought about, sort of childishly thinking that, you know, she’d live for a very long time with me, or that when it was her time to go I’d be in a place in my life where I’d be able to deal with it (to which is absolutely not true I’d never be ready but you get it)
O.K. No more rambling, here’s the headcanon.
Warnings: Random. Ramblings. Nanowrimo. My writing. Gay romance talk. Shortest Distance from A to B talk. Because I can’t stop thinking about it, man! But it’s mostly talks about my writing. Honest. Sort of?
All right, I usually don’t do fic recommendations, but seriously: if you’re a Kanji/Naoto fan, you NEED to be reading this fic. This writer is amazing, and it always makes me incredibly flustered when she likes one of my headcanons, because… those are just headcanons, whereas she’s writing this masterpiece of Kanji/Naoto fanfiction!
Here’s the link to the fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5337624/1/The-Shortest-Distance-from-A-to-B
Here’s why you should read it:
The gist of the fic is the entire game, only in Kanji’s POV, as he deals with his feelings for Naoto. It starts right at the beginning of meeting him, and goes through everything that happens in the game. Not just his social link, or hers, but it includes the entire team – which is great. Souji, Yosuke, Chie, Yukiko, Rise, Teddie, hell even Dojima, Nanako, and even some of Souji’s social links are important in this story. It includes all of their feelings and portrays them beautifully. This fic is so much bigger than Kanji and Naoto, it includes important events, like Nanako getting thrown into the T.V., them finding out who the killer is, and just… everything. It addresses things that I honestly wish the game and anime would’ve touched on.
The rest below the cut are spoilers to the fic and the game, not enough to ruin it, but if you don’t want to know then don’t read.
OMG YOU GUYS A HEADCANON! Am I slipping back into fandom? WHO KNOWS!
So I had this thought today while I sat at my work desk, which is the best place to have fandom thoughts? What if Naoto had a completely different reason to keep up her secret? Yes yes, all of the canon reasons of course, but… what if Kanji Tatsumi – who seems to be attracted to boys – gave her one more?
Warnings: Worksafe, a mesh of game and anime moments, kinda an AU sort of(?), using the pronounhefor Naoto for a while, cuteness, confusion(?), me doing headcanons again(?) because it makes the angst of my actual story less… angsty?
In which creepy dreams happen and I try to be intense.
Things to know: Gable and Avery are boyfriends in love, but Avery goes missing and is soon found dead. When Gable wakes up, he finds that he’s gone back a week to the point before Avery goes missing. Now, he’s trying to save him from a crazy murderer who targets gay men. There’s been three victims so far, so Gable is trying desperately to prevent Avery from becoming victim number four.
This story… has been a bit uncomfortable for me to write, since discrimination is a touchy, personal subject, and I’ve created this killer who does just that. But it’s getting beyond that, now, because the bodies are found with derogatory terms written all over them after their bodies have been cleaned with bleach. But along with those words are compliments, like, “Nice eyes,” and, “Pretty smile,” because the killer is attracted to these boys, but hates them at the same time.
So yeah, leave it to me to write gay romance that’s… urm… yeah.
As I write this new work for nanowrimo, I realize to myself how powerful writing really is. Not only do you create this story, you create characters, locations, plots, and just… you’re creating something with your imagination, you’re breathing life into things and wanting people to experience the same feelings you feel as you create. Is your character nice? Mean? Tall? Short? Happy? Sad? You get to decide, you have control over this.
I realized this a while ago when working on my first story, and the joint story with my partner, but as I work on this new story for the first time I think writing has made me… uncomfortable. I’m creating this character who is, for lack of better words, an asshole. There’s things he says and things he does that make him un-redeemable in any way. Now I’ve watched things with asshole characters, played video games against them, even role-played them but… actually making one from my own thoughts? It’s shown me that writing can – and does – make you step out of your comfort zone, which is terribly hard to do.
I actually had to stop writing the scene he was in for a moment.
So yeah, writing is powerful, that is all :)
(I have no idea why I keep posting this stuff ^^;;;)
Something I like to do is not reference current things will referencing them at the same time.
That… probably makes no sense.
What I mean is that instead of flat out calling something a name, I describe it so you get the sense of what it is. For example:
1. He drank a Red Bull.
2. He cracked open an energy drink whispered an unrealistic promise of giving him wings.
I don’t know how I started doing this, I think it’s because I don’t want to date my stories? When you read something and it actually states something, you know what time period it is and later, down the line, it might make the story feel old. This works, of course, if you WANT your story to feel old, like mentioning something that’s obviously 80s. But when you’re writing something that’s taking place today, and you name it, for some reason I always think, “This is going to sound super old fifty years from now, because everything is going to be new.”
So like, instead of “Nintendo Wii” I say something like, “Interactive game system that lets you bowl in your house.”
And… that’s my random writing ramblings for the day ^^ I have NO IDEA where that even came from ^^;;;
Day 1 - Have you participated in NaNoWriMo before? If so, which years and what end result? If not (or even if so, for that matter), what’s your connection to writing? Why do you want to participate this year?
Day 2 - What’s the title of your story? Why did you choose the name you did?
Day 3 - Pick one of your female characters. Introduce your readers to her, from her point of view and her words only.
Day 1: I participated last year and didn’t win, but I did manage to finish the story and multiple drafts enough to submit it to a few places to hopefully get published.
Day 2: Hunters 2: Escaping the Chapter
We’re sticking with stories and book themed ideas because the stories focus around a character we created called The Storyteller and it all circles around him, sorta ^_~
Day 3: Introductions are stupid and I’m not really interested. Just, get out of my face ok? …. no I’m not answering personal questions, why do you care anyway? No, I am not talking about my past or my choice in clothing. Go away. …. Fine. It’s Cyn. That’s my name. No, it’s not short for anything. Piss off.
So my lovely partner here answered the first three questions about our joint story. I’m going to do the same with our joint story AND my own story because I can :)
1. I participated last year but I didn’t win. However, Nano was a great tool for me to work out the kinks in my story and get it where it is now. I’ve actually sent “Treat Me Kindly” off to publishers, and am awaiting a response. This year, however, I hope to win Nano :)
2. Joint story: The Hunters (overall). My partner and I actually have SEVEN books planned. We got the first one done already. The one we’re doing for Nano is called, The Hunters: Escaping the Chapter.
My New Story: Double H
3. Joint story: Oh my, what fascinating human device is this? Do I just… continue to type to communicate with… OH! It seems to be working! Zach, look, I am communicating to the world of humans! Hi! Can you see me waving to you? Probably not… oh! There is a camera, Zach says, but I do not know how to use this device. My name is Mira! I am living at the Hunters with my wonderful new friends! I really like your world, so far. You have such cute dresses and skirts, and polka dots and ice cream! We don’t have things like this in my home. Where am I from, you ask? The Demon World! Can’t you tell from my ears and tail? Oh… Zach says you can’t see those unless if I turn on the camera device.
Well… Cyn wants to use the computer, so I best be going. She gets grumpy, unless if she’s around Haven. Who’s Haven? Oh! I believe you would call him Cyn’s boyfrie- ACK! OW! STOP PULLING MY EAR, CYN, THAT HURTS!!!
My New Story: Hello. My name is Esther Peterson. I am Gable’s mother. We are here visiting for the week, but it seems like my son is going through a rather troubling time. His… well… I suppose Avery is more than a friend, now isn’t he? It turns out my son is gay. He didn’t tell me or his father about this, we had to find out at the police station by accident when we went with him to talk about his missing friend – boyfriend that’s right, that’s right, Avery is his boyfriend. My poor son was under the impression that we would be upset with him about Avery. The only thing I’m upset about is that we’ve missed so much time getting to know him. His entire college career he’s been keeping this secret! I could have made the young man a pot roast and some apple pie! With him missing, I might never get that chance. I do hope the police find him soon, I am looking forward to making Avery a nice, homecooked meal.
This is part of the second chapter and takes a look at the relationship between the lead character, Gable, and his boyfriend Avery (who is a theatre major, hence there being mention of a script).
Warnings: boys who like boys, me trying to get you interested in my story by introducing you to cute boys, video games that cheat, keys cannot be weapons, and zebra stripes are a bad fashion decision