for the 40 questions meme - 1 / 8 / 18
1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.
hey, y'all remember canon, right? what if we changed literally one thing and see how big of a mess we can make?
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
After maybe thirty seconds of this, the man's head snaps up and he demands, "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"No," Rebecca tells him, both indignantly and not-entirely-truthfully.
"Shocking," the man replies, rolling his eyes in a highly unappealing way. "If you don't mind, some of us are here to do actual work."
"I have actual work." She gestures at the case file she'd taken from the office, which, admittedly, she hasn't touched since she sat down. "What do you have that's so important?" she fires back, reaching out and snatching the brief from his side of the table before he has a chance to react. "Foreclosure, very classy."
He leans across the table with his dumb long arms and attempts to grab the paper out of her hand, but she dodges, standing up and raising her arm over her head so it's just out of his reach. "Don't be a child."
"Nathaniel Plimpton the Third, Esquire," she reads aloud from the first page, then tosses the brief down on the table. "You're Nathaniel Plimpton, from Plimpton, Plimpton and Plimpton?"
"My fame precedes me," Nathaniel replies in an extremely not-humble way.
"Your dad's fame precedes you," Rebecca counters. She sees something falter in Nathaniel's expression for just a second and thinks ha, got you. "What would daddy say if he knew you were hiding out in a hipster coffee shop?"
"I'm not hiding," Nathaniel insists, finally stretching far enough to retrieve the brief from Rebecca's hand. He settles back down on the stool very indignantly and flicks his wrist as though to remove Rebecca's girl cooties from the paper.
"Uh-huh, right." Rebecca folds her arms on the table and leans across, smirking. "You can't fool me. I used to be like you."
Nathaniel looks up from the paper, scans up and down Rebecca's body with his eyes, and says, "Doubtful."
"Oh, fuck off," Rebecca snaps. "I can read you like a book. Overbearing parents who never let you make any choices for yourself and only selectively love you, leading to a lifetime of overachievement accompanied by a smorgasbord of emotional detachment and abandonment issues. Right? Any of that ring a bell? I met you an hour ago and already know exactly who you are, Nathaniel Plimpton the Third, Esquire, so don't sit here on your high horse and pretend you're not just as miserable as me."
no big, deep reason for loving this really, other than the fact that it's incredibly fun to write season two rethaniel snark and i think i did a pretty good job!
18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
i always think that things like this will help me, and they never ever do! the closest thing to a tool for me right now is writer bot on my personal discord server, but that's ultimately more for organization and bragging opportunities than something that actually helps me write. i feel like every time i try to use something prescriptive like a method of outlining or whatever it manages to demotivate me in a really frustrating way, so instead i prefer to make a complete mess in my draft with comments to my future self.
(40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers)
