Oh, thank you so much! First of all I feel like advising you to read fics like this more often. I’d be thrilled to see your Remus again.
I’m particularly fascinated by what a poet like you has to say about dreaminess in this story: that it’s in the way I put my sentences together. While discussing the text with ishonn I noticed that my attempts at something like the minimal way of showing a vivid scene in the character’s genuine experience had often made me flow from one issue to another without full stops (so that while editing I wondered whether there were too many complex sentences).
I also love your thoughts about the temperature in my writing here. The sharpness of concrete details probably derives from my wish to make the scene real. Perhaps that prevents my character from languishing in some warm haze of the relative comfort(s), and perhaps that’s fitting, because at the moment he possibly needs to be detached enough from his painful recent memories, so that he perceives the details in his surroundings almost coldly. Or perhaps you meant sharpness in some more abstract thoughts, or in thoughts about something that’s not present here.
Finally, it’s good to know that together with some readers I’ve managed to include a hint of humour, too. There’s still some spirit left in these chilled boys, isn’t there?
You know, I’ve kept quoting what you said a long time ago about fics showing hope in hopeless sort of times. Now it’s been rephrased: stories showing what is all right in rotten sort of times. Thank you again!
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Date: 2007-12-14 08:38 pm (UTC)I’m particularly fascinated by what a poet like you has to say about dreaminess in this story: that it’s in the way I put my sentences together. While discussing the text with
I also love your thoughts about the temperature in my writing here. The sharpness of concrete details probably derives from my wish to make the scene real. Perhaps that prevents my character from languishing in some warm haze of the relative comfort(s), and perhaps that’s fitting, because at the moment he possibly needs to be detached enough from his painful recent memories, so that he perceives the details in his surroundings almost coldly. Or perhaps you meant sharpness in some more abstract thoughts, or in thoughts about something that’s not present here.
Finally, it’s good to know that together with some readers I’ve managed to include a hint of humour, too. There’s still some spirit left in these chilled boys, isn’t there?
You know, I’ve kept quoting what you said a long time ago about fics showing hope in hopeless sort of times. Now it’s been rephrased: stories showing what is all right in rotten sort of times. Thank you again!