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Mar. 23rd, 2009 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrm_backupOkay, for some reason I had to go and change the name of my lj from 'hidden memories stealin' from my mind' to 'imaginary batman makes a lot of sense.' One comes from a Johnny Cash song, the other comes from a rerun of That 70's Show I had on while I was knitting this afternoon. OMG, my dorkishness knows no bounds.
*uses icon of adorable Sokka dorkability*
Well, SPN finally did it, they finally created an episode that I am completely incapable of discussing on the internet. Not because it was bad but rather because it hit so many of my emotional buttons that I just can't talk about it. I was able to watch the episode because right at the moment that Dean picked up that knife and started in on Alistair I was able to emotionally divorce myself from what was going on onscreen. So much so that at multiple points during the episode and on the phone with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hiyacynth I actually said that Dean needed to man the fuck up. Yeah, not very charitable or understanding, I know.
By Friday night I was literally sobbing in bed because of all of the buried emotional bullshit that the episode helped trigger. Man, and I thought I'd resolved those issues. Seriously, brain, what the fuck?
Anyway, I figure if this continues I'll have to make myself completely apathetic just to survive the season. But on the plus side, at least it's cheaper than therapy. And I'll always have SuperPretendNatural. Heck, I think half the reasonbaylorsr and I finally codified all of our extra-canonical blather was because we both really needed the catharsis. For me, SuperPretendNatural is both a fun adventure in serial storytelling and a needed emotional tool for handling and processing the show. Just like any fanfic, it's my reaction to what I see on my television screen but it's a kind of fanfiction whose boundaries extend as far as the show's. I can't tell you the number of times I've written codas or ficlets that look like prose but are really a way for my brain to process what's happening onscreen.
Heck, you people already knew I did stuff like that. It's not like I've been hiding my fannish underbelly from you lot, or anything. It's just nowbaylorsr and I have combined our joint processing mechanisms into a joint underbelly of tremendous proportions.
Man, was underbelly the wrong metaphor to choose for that. Sorry about that imagery, ya'll. ;-)
And we have so much fun doing it. Because we have the advantage of 20/20 hindsight we have the chance to go back and tweak things that didn't work really well and correct injustices, like lengthening out a Writer Strike-shortened Third Season into a full one, or balance out episodes that short-changed one Winchester or another. For example: Because of the changes we made in Season Two we were able to focus on Sam's grief over John's death as well as Dean's, a weakness that even Kripke has noticed and apologized for.
But it's not entirely self-indulgent. For us story always comes first so we never do more than an episode can handle. Not once have we ever put all of our OCs into an episode together, and not because we wouldn't love to do so. We just never forget that it's not their story, it's Sam&Dean's and we have to work things out accordingly.
I seriously cannot tell you how enjoyable and fulfilling this project is. And collaborative writing is such awesome fun! Who knew? How can it not be fun when you can answer the phone and get a detailed description of that time that Frannie and Charlie took Sam and Dean to their weapon's dealer in Detroit and crazy shit happened? Or you randomly stumble across a show on the Discovery Channel and suddenly the Mulvaneys are blowing up airbags in the Singer Salvage Yard while Bobby and Rachel shake their heads in amused disbelief?
Storytelling is the greatest thing ever. No wonder humans have been doing it since the dawn of existence.
And, on that note, I'll call it quits before an epic post becomes a blob that takes over lj. Cause that's just tacky.
*uses icon of adorable Sokka dorkability*
Well, SPN finally did it, they finally created an episode that I am completely incapable of discussing on the internet. Not because it was bad but rather because it hit so many of my emotional buttons that I just can't talk about it. I was able to watch the episode because right at the moment that Dean picked up that knife and started in on Alistair I was able to emotionally divorce myself from what was going on onscreen. So much so that at multiple points during the episode and on the phone with
hiyacynth I actually said that Dean needed to man the fuck up. Yeah, not very charitable or understanding, I know.By Friday night I was literally sobbing in bed because of all of the buried emotional bullshit that the episode helped trigger. Man, and I thought I'd resolved those issues. Seriously, brain, what the fuck?
Anyway, I figure if this continues I'll have to make myself completely apathetic just to survive the season. But on the plus side, at least it's cheaper than therapy. And I'll always have SuperPretendNatural. Heck, I think half the reason
baylorsr and I finally codified all of our extra-canonical blather was because we both really needed the catharsis. For me, SuperPretendNatural is both a fun adventure in serial storytelling and a needed emotional tool for handling and processing the show. Just like any fanfic, it's my reaction to what I see on my television screen but it's a kind of fanfiction whose boundaries extend as far as the show's. I can't tell you the number of times I've written codas or ficlets that look like prose but are really a way for my brain to process what's happening onscreen.Heck, you people already knew I did stuff like that. It's not like I've been hiding my fannish underbelly from you lot, or anything. It's just now
baylorsr and I have combined our joint processing mechanisms into a joint underbelly of tremendous proportions.Man, was underbelly the wrong metaphor to choose for that. Sorry about that imagery, ya'll. ;-)
And we have so much fun doing it. Because we have the advantage of 20/20 hindsight we have the chance to go back and tweak things that didn't work really well and correct injustices, like lengthening out a Writer Strike-shortened Third Season into a full one, or balance out episodes that short-changed one Winchester or another. For example: Because of the changes we made in Season Two we were able to focus on Sam's grief over John's death as well as Dean's, a weakness that even Kripke has noticed and apologized for.
But it's not entirely self-indulgent. For us story always comes first so we never do more than an episode can handle. Not once have we ever put all of our OCs into an episode together, and not because we wouldn't love to do so. We just never forget that it's not their story, it's Sam&Dean's and we have to work things out accordingly.
I seriously cannot tell you how enjoyable and fulfilling this project is. And collaborative writing is such awesome fun! Who knew? How can it not be fun when you can answer the phone and get a detailed description of that time that Frannie and Charlie took Sam and Dean to their weapon's dealer in Detroit and crazy shit happened? Or you randomly stumble across a show on the Discovery Channel and suddenly the Mulvaneys are blowing up airbags in the Singer Salvage Yard while Bobby and Rachel shake their heads in amused disbelief?
Storytelling is the greatest thing ever. No wonder humans have been doing it since the dawn of existence.
And, on that note, I'll call it quits before an epic post becomes a blob that takes over lj. Cause that's just tacky.
