Which of your fics…
Tagged by @snugglyducklingbrewhouse and @crazylittlethingcalledobsession Thank you both for thinking of me, I’m really excited for this one! I’m gonna stick with my multi-chapter/long fics for these.
Which fic did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got? Tale as Old as Time. The fairy tale AU with Rami as Prince Adam. But, as usual, Rami fics don’t tend to do as well as the others.
Got a better reaction than you expected? The Most Dramatic Season Ever. I really thought no one would be into the idea of a Bachelorette AU since I don’t see much Bachelor content here on tumblr. But the fic did really well. It still gets notes here and there.
Is your funniest? Just Like a Woman has to be some of the best comedy I’ve written. Or the bits of standup in Peace Like a River.
Is your darkest/angstiest? Peace Like a River had dark moments, but I think this one actually has to go to Beautiful Mess. So much sadness happened in that fic. Poor Bri got shot. Oof.
Is your absolute favourite? This is tough. My fics are my babies, but I’m gonna have to go with my OG fic of the Queen fandom that started it all - My Man.
Is your least favourite? I don’t love Soft in Love. Idk why, but I don’t feel like my heart was totally in that one and I think it shows.
Was the easiest to write? Part of Your World. I had soooooooo many ideas for that fic going in and when I started writing, it flowed out of me. That was the fairy tale AU I was most excited about.
Was the hardest to write? Journey to the Past. I feel like I’m rushing the story in that one, and I’m not proud of the stuff I have so far, which is making my motivation to finish it even worse.
Has your favourite line/exchange/paragraph? I Don’t Like You or Your Band has most of my favorites overall but this one was the big moment:
You arrived to the studio early the next morning. It was raining heavily as thunder rolled in the distance. Cosmically, John was the only other person there. You didn’t let the fact that you’d gotten off to the thought of him throw you. You just took your seat on the couch, ringing out your hair, and waited in silence with him. You pulled out the book you were reading and dove in. The only sound was the patter of the rain on the roof. “Why didn’t you tell me what happened to you when you came to London?” he asked suddenly. You snapped the book shut and looked at him icily. “I didn’t realize that was any of your business.” “I know you’re not this person,” he said. “When you looked at Cora yesterday, you were yourself again.” “You don’t know anything about who I am, John Deacon,” you said. “A lot has changed since we left Oadby.” “You’re avoiding my question.” “You’re assuming you have a right to an answer.” “I think I do have a right,” he said hotly. “A lot of this anger you’ve got is clearly directed at me. Maybe if you stopped biting everyone’s head off and talked about it, you wouldn’t be so pissed off.” There was that look again. The pity guilt combination that made your stomach roil. “Fine,” you snipped. “You wanna know what happened to me? Yes, I got robbed and left naked behind a building. I took a job as a waitress to scrape by and pay back a fraction of debt I owed Cora. And there were a few regulars at the bar who I fucked for money. Anything else?” “How’d you get a writing position?” he asked levelly. “One of the regulars introduced me to an editor friend of his,” you said. “I submitted my first article to him, and he took me on. I got better and was eventually offered the job I’ve got now.” “Okay, how is any of this my fault?” “Is that what you think?” you laughed. “I don’t blame you for any of that shit. You weren’t even in my life anymore.” “Then why are you so angry at me?!” he demanded, getting to his feet. You jumped up too. “I’m angry at you because you lied to me!” “What?!” “You did!” you cried. “You broke up with me, and it broke my heart. But it was okay because we were supposed to be friends. And yet I was the only one who made any effort. Then suddenly you were off to London and then I never heard a thing from you! And I wrote you every day! Every day until I came here looking for you! And you promised you’d write to me, John!” You choked on his name as your throat got thick with the old wound. “You promised,” you repeated with childish stubbornness. “I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. You rolled your eyes. “What do you want from me, John? My forgiveness?” “Well, it was only letters,” he said. “Only letters?” you repeated quietly. “John, it’s not about the letters. It’s the fact that you didn’t give enough of a shit about me to pick up a goddamn pen. Our relationship meant that little to you. I meant that little to you.” You had scarcely gotten the words out when Roger and Brian walked in, both rain soaked, and flicking water off their coats.
Have you re-read the most? Lingerie and I’m sure we all know why lmao
Would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time? Just Like a Woman or Catching Up. Those are the most my style I think.
Are you most proud of? Dancing With Ben. A lot of work went into that fic - finding the dances and figuring out how to describe them. And I think the pacing worked great, and I just loved how it ended. Story structure wise, I felt like it was my best.
Tagging: Anyone who wants to! I’m not really sure who’s still writing anymore, so I don’t wanna put the pressure on lol
