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pooh_collector ([personal profile] pooh_collector) wrote2016-04-07 08:59 pm

DVD Commentary Meme

Jumping on [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan's bandwagon. I've never done this meme before but I'm willing to give it a whirl. Ask me about any fic I've written, and I will happily divulge any details I remember.

Here's how it works:

Pick a passage from my stories, up to 500 words, from anything I've written in my LJ masterlist and on AO3, (LJ is missing a couple of my most recent fics, AO3 is complete) and comment to this post with that selection (including a link to the story being excerpted). I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the story, awful puns [perhaps], and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

If you would like to ask about multiple stories, that's awesome. Please post the passages in separate comments so that I can respond coherently about each one. :)

[identity profile] aragarna.livejournal.com 2016-04-08 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
I really enjoyed Caretaking: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5099045
Any special thoughts on this particular fic?

“You need to stop coming here all the time.”

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I miss you.”

Oddly, Peter heard Neal’s shoes ruffling the dry grass as he moved closer to his former handler. “I miss you too, but coming here every chance you get isn’t the solution to that.”

“I know.”

“Then get out of here and go pick up your wife and take her to her appointment. Take care of your family, Peter.”

When Peter opened his eyes a moment later, Neal’s ghost was gone. He ran his fingers lightly along the top of the dark grey granite stone once and then went back to his car and home to his wife.

[identity profile] pipilj.livejournal.com 2016-04-08 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
I love your story What Is Left Is but Ashes and Dust It is fascinating AU. Any thoughts on Adler being such a master manipulator and his words playing in Neal's head.
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[personal profile] kanarek13 2016-04-09 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I just have to ask about the Christmases verse which is absolutely epic ♥ My question is: What is the most difficult aspect of this verse for you to write? The medical aspect of it? Emotional? Maybe a mix of both?
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[personal profile] angelita26 2016-04-10 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to ask about Of Christmases too, but in a different way than K13 did :D

Peter stood again, dropped the papers in the chair he had just vacated as if they were toxic, lowered the guardrail on the bed and sat down, his hip to Neal’s hip. The early morning light coming through the window cast an angelic glow on Neal’s face. Peter had seen the same innocence on Neal’s beautiful countenance a hundred times before when he woke before his partner in the bed they shared with Elizabeth. It never failed to tug at his heart, to make him love Neal just a little bit more somehow.

Peter reached around the ventilator tubing and ran his fingers through the soft strands of Neal’s hair. It needed to be trimmed. He touched the dab of gray on his partner’s temple. He had teased Neal about it and getting older just a few days before…

The sound of wood striking bone, a sound Peter would never forget, a sound that haunted his dreams and his every waking moment, rang in his ears again. He swallowed hard against the nausea and the sting of guilt the memory produced.

Despite his love for the game since early childhood, despite his pleasant memories of watching games on TV and throwing the ball around with his father, despite his own short-lived, but fondly remembered career in the majors, Peter would never think of baseball in the same way again.
(From the first story in the 'verse

Will you tell me about how you came up with the idea?

Also, how did you decide on this injury and how it happened? I find it very interesting, as noted in this passage, that it was a baseball bat, which then gave Peter a bad feeling about his beloved game.

What was the hardest scene of the 'verse to write? What was the easiest?

THANK YOU!!! *HUGS*
Edited 2016-04-10 00:41 (UTC)