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I read an odd thing once in a writing manual. It was something about needing to let your characters be wrong once in a while. No need to worry about that on my part. I disagree with my characters all the time. My hands always still when I'm about to write a particularly off thought of theirs, but write it. Else writing Adam would have been impossible. There was also another section about not babysitting your characters. Apparently some people love their characters so much that they can't bear to see them hurt and will not write them hurt. Once again, I stared and shook my head because while I have much more fun and even prefer to write my guys all happy and smiling, for some reason the angst takes over my brain and I wind up with tears and trauma. Funny how the mind works.

We had the birthdays yesterday. My cousin, my dad, and me, plus my niece and nephew who tagged along in the picture, but they get theirs celebrated separately for some reason. Though I haven't heard anything about a party for Andres, whose birthday is this week. Not that anyone tells me anything. We have the worst communication problems in this family. I don't know how anything gets done. I'm afraid I made a bit of a fool of myself with the kids yesterday. I was in the midst of an attack of depression, so in no mental state to deal with children. I need to have full toleration mode for that. Or for the kid to be my niece Ortensia (guess why the "H" was removed from the front of her name). Her I get along with just fine. Okay, so she's older now, but she was never loud. No shrieky screaming. That helps a lot. And I've had intelligent conversations with her. When she was nine. She's great. I wish she and her mum didn't live so far away. Her mum (my cuz) is the one I have to talk to about this future career of mine that I have no idea how I'm going to do. I need to do that soon.

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Naturally, the "no Spartan upbringing" caveat is invalid if you write 300 fic ;)

I've become such a fandom isolationist; I don't read any pairing other than Plaude (for the most part), and I only read angst etc. when it comes from people I know. As for writing it, well, I prefer the little, day to day tragedies of the world to the big ones; for one I understand them better, and feel less disingenuous about using for fic. And I am unabashedly fond of fluff. Writing it, reading it, whatever, I wish I could do more of it but it doesn't come as easily as angst.

I think there's a difference between disagreeing with a character and thinking they're "wrong"; I come from an entirely different point of view than Peter's in just about every way possible, but that doesn't mean I think he's wrong. Of course I also have him do really stupid stuff sometimes, because he's Peter.

Well, my dad's family is like that. They're very reserved about sharing personal information. And feelings.

*laughs* Well, you never know when the new age "realize your potential" books will come in handy. You can use them to prop up wobbly desks!

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I only sometimes write about stuff I've experienced and then it's only little things. I think it's because I don't like writing about my own life in fiction form, even indirectly. But then again, sometimes I do, so I don't know. I do prefer things that have no relation to my life precisely because of the escapism. Escapism is my drug. I get so few fluff bunnies that when I do get one, I notice I can't write it for very long before angst grabs me again, which is horrible because I do like writing it. Just in short spurts. But it does depend on how fluffy it is. I'm not fond of excessive fluff even if I'm sometimes guilty of writing it. I once published a Kiro fic that I couldn't bear the ending of (still can't) because it's so sappy, but I left it because I knew people would like it. And they did.

Mostly I just disagree with characters. Only sometimes (like so many in times in Adam's case when he was in deep, over-dramatic denial) do I think they're flat out wrong. It doesn't happen very often.