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*Fan*taszing vs. Fanficcing: this car has jumped the cable, folks
So, is there a huge disconnect between the kinds of stories you fantasize for your favorite characters and the kinds of stories you actually write for them? Because the answer for me is YES! Even if I have fantasized a story in excrutiating detail (which is how I fantasize--excrutiatingly. My fantasies come equipped with bathroom breaks for all and long expositiony bits that explain what everyone had for dinner and just how long that drive from Cheyenne Mt. to the HoJo is), I most likely will not write that story down for public consumption. I tend to actually write stories that interest me on an intellectual level rather than a sexual one. I want to *read* stories that are like the ones I fantasize, but I don't often write them.
Here's an example.
Lately, I've been having this fantasy that Sheppard and Caldwell are captured by slave traders who specialize in . . . wait for it . . . SEX SLAVES! And they are trained in the sensual arts over a long period of time by this one guy who decrees that they must always be naked. And oiled. Their training starts with erotic massage and culminates in full-on manloving. But it takes an excrutiatingly (back to that word again) long time between steps; so all they do for two weeks is give each other backrubs LOL before moving forward to KISSING and so on. The fantasy also involves a lot of the Trainer watching them on video and wishing they would just get on with actually doing it, which they don't for a long time because they're military. And because they don't really like each other. But eventually, they do have sex and FALL IN LOVE but no one can ever know when they're resuced because of DADT but Rodney figures it out because he and Sheppard are best friends and Rodney connives a trip for Sheppard and Caldwell to the mainland for which Sheppard is eternally grateful as there's fellatio in a jumper and then DADT is repealed after months of pining for each other and Elizabeth is shocked but supportive and Ronon and Teyla don't see what the fuss is all about.
I would read the hell out of this story and feedback it and rec it on my journal and love it and name it George. But I have no compulsion to write it. I think that's because the act of writing de-eroticizes the scenario for me. It turns it from this situation that I think is hot into SOMETHING I AM TRYING TO GET RIGHT. You know what I mean? I want the characterization to be spot on and the dialogue to ring true and the language to be interesting and vital in the pieces I write. Translating something that turns me on into a product that I want to share with you guys takes me out of my comfort zone in terms of writing.
What about y'all? Am I alone in this?
ETA: I almost never get turned on or scared or saddened by the things I write. It's almost as if they don't affect me on an emotional level at all. (The only exception being "Thanatopsis" for which I bawled during the entire four hour period of time it took me to write it). I get the feeling this makes me a weirdo.
Also, where is all the Sheppard/Caldwell? *whines*
Here's an example.
Lately, I've been having this fantasy that Sheppard and Caldwell are captured by slave traders who specialize in . . . wait for it . . . SEX SLAVES! And they are trained in the sensual arts over a long period of time by this one guy who decrees that they must always be naked. And oiled. Their training starts with erotic massage and culminates in full-on manloving. But it takes an excrutiatingly (back to that word again) long time between steps; so all they do for two weeks is give each other backrubs LOL before moving forward to KISSING and so on. The fantasy also involves a lot of the Trainer watching them on video and wishing they would just get on with actually doing it, which they don't for a long time because they're military. And because they don't really like each other. But eventually, they do have sex and FALL IN LOVE but no one can ever know when they're resuced because of DADT but Rodney figures it out because he and Sheppard are best friends and Rodney connives a trip for Sheppard and Caldwell to the mainland for which Sheppard is eternally grateful as there's fellatio in a jumper and then DADT is repealed after months of pining for each other and Elizabeth is shocked but supportive and Ronon and Teyla don't see what the fuss is all about.
I would read the hell out of this story and feedback it and rec it on my journal and love it and name it George. But I have no compulsion to write it. I think that's because the act of writing de-eroticizes the scenario for me. It turns it from this situation that I think is hot into SOMETHING I AM TRYING TO GET RIGHT. You know what I mean? I want the characterization to be spot on and the dialogue to ring true and the language to be interesting and vital in the pieces I write. Translating something that turns me on into a product that I want to share with you guys takes me out of my comfort zone in terms of writing.
What about y'all? Am I alone in this?
ETA: I almost never get turned on or scared or saddened by the things I write. It's almost as if they don't affect me on an emotional level at all. (The only exception being "Thanatopsis" for which I bawled during the entire four hour period of time it took me to write it). I get the feeling this makes me a weirdo.
Also, where is all the Sheppard/Caldwell? *whines*