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creative yargh moment
Nov. 4th, 2005 09:12 amI'd curse in Russian if I actually remembered any of it.
This is about--as always, lately--Wild Roses, the head-munching, highly infectious arc of doom.
They're people. They have weird ass little quirks like sleeping with a light burning, leaving coloured water out overnight to freeze into patterns because it looks Neat, cheap candy, or throwing rotten apples at their siblings when their siblings aren't looking. Things that don't impact the story, really (these aren't the guns shown in scene one and used by scene three, not narrative devices to give hints of malicious intent or Quirky Characters), but leaving them out lessens the congruence between the person and the character. Tiny little throw-away lines that don't go anywhere, and just about any editor would be a little questionable about.
Truth is stranger than fiction; fiction has to be believable.
This is about--as always, lately--Wild Roses, the head-munching, highly infectious arc of doom.
They're people. They have weird ass little quirks like sleeping with a light burning, leaving coloured water out overnight to freeze into patterns because it looks Neat, cheap candy, or throwing rotten apples at their siblings when their siblings aren't looking. Things that don't impact the story, really (these aren't the guns shown in scene one and used by scene three, not narrative devices to give hints of malicious intent or Quirky Characters), but leaving them out lessens the congruence between the person and the character. Tiny little throw-away lines that don't go anywhere, and just about any editor would be a little questionable about.
Truth is stranger than fiction; fiction has to be believable.
