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scarletmorningToday I once again realized that I love writing.
I was writing at this little piece for the lover´s challenge (here on lj somwhere) and it was a very sad piece. It's about a death procession and the loss of a loved one. It's also a songfic and to get into the right mood I put the song on repeat (the song is already called "Melancholie"). So I started writing, feeling perfectly normal. The beginning paragraphs are not so bad (have to revise them, they're horrible). But then something changed. The fic sucked me in. I didn't really heard the words of the song anymore, only the sad music and the hoarse voice of the singer. The fic neared its peak and while Geoffrey gets all worked up, I feel tears pressing against my eyes and my heart starts to beat faster. It was terrible and beautiful at the same time. While I don't know how it really feels like to lose a loved one, this oppressive feeling was really frightening. For a second I really wanted to cry, because it hurt. It was so surreal; Geoffrey´s own thoughts and sorrow were devolving to me. And I was glad when I finished the story a few minutes later. It was so intense.
This has happened only twice in my fic writing career; with "That dear child" and this one. It's terrible but also such a great moment of... I don't know.
Moments like this remind me of why I love writing.
I was writing at this little piece for the lover´s challenge (here on lj somwhere) and it was a very sad piece. It's about a death procession and the loss of a loved one. It's also a songfic and to get into the right mood I put the song on repeat (the song is already called "Melancholie"). So I started writing, feeling perfectly normal. The beginning paragraphs are not so bad (have to revise them, they're horrible). But then something changed. The fic sucked me in. I didn't really heard the words of the song anymore, only the sad music and the hoarse voice of the singer. The fic neared its peak and while Geoffrey gets all worked up, I feel tears pressing against my eyes and my heart starts to beat faster. It was terrible and beautiful at the same time. While I don't know how it really feels like to lose a loved one, this oppressive feeling was really frightening. For a second I really wanted to cry, because it hurt. It was so surreal; Geoffrey´s own thoughts and sorrow were devolving to me. And I was glad when I finished the story a few minutes later. It was so intense.
This has happened only twice in my fic writing career; with "That dear child" and this one. It's terrible but also such a great moment of... I don't know.
Moments like this remind me of why I love writing.
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