Category: storytelling

The Destroyer, pt. deux

~ Nancy E. Shaffer ~ 2 Comments

starryniteshade has been doing fascinating reviews/analyses of my fic, The Destroyer, that concentrates on how the fic reveals aspects of those characters we all know and love from AtS. He comes at them from his own unique perspective, which includes Native American psychological perspectives and similar ideas.

His latest analysis is of my season 1 ep, “The Life of Reilly“. I have my own commentary on the episode in the comments. Worth reading if you’re into AtS, Connor, Angel, Faith, etc., even if you don’t read the fic.

I have indexed the rest of his reviews here: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=masqthephlsphr&keyword=Starryniteshade%27s+TD+reviews&filter=all

Writing angst, part deux

~ Nancy E. Shaffer ~ 4 Comments

So I finally got motivated to do something with my writing rut, and contacted my old writing coach in San Francisco. I figured she could help, because her specialty was classes to help people find their inner writer, their inner stories, the stories that really get them going, and that’s what I need. She’s not cheap, but this is pretty damned important.

I didn’t hear back from her for several days, and started to wonder if she was active in the writing coach business, but she wrote me back today! She’s a busy stay-at-home mom at the moment, but she and I have worked together via email correspondance even when we lived in the same city, so this is a good, and I am cautiously hopeful.

The muses have abandoned me

~ Nancy E. Shaffer ~ 15 Comments

So Julie’s reading my old novel chapter by chapter, and I’ve had to read it myself to clean up the editing remarks embedded in the text before sending it off to her. And it’s making me kinda sad. I’m a pretty good writer, damn it, and after four years of fan fic, I think I’m even better.

I should be writing a novel again.

::sob::

I.Just.Have.No.Good.Ideas.

ETA: It’s not an inability to write (I’ve been writing a lot…of fan fic), or lack of desire to write (I’m tormented by my desire to write original fic), or even lacking for writing prompts. It’s an inability of the prompts to connect to something inside me, inspiring writing.

ETA ETA: And it’s not related to my dad’s death. It’s been going on for *four years now*.

*sigh*