Ugh.

I can't talk today. My throat is all swollen up. My poor ickle sister is quite worried. Well, she was, then I made her a sandwich and she traipsed off to watch the Disney channel.

I actually wrote some stuff last night! Except it's all weird and I don't think it's very good. For one thing, it's from Justinia's POV. And she knows perfectly well that she's a healer and Seth's a necromancer, so she isn't thinking about it, but no one else knew that (including the readers, with the exceptions of Elishabet and Pyrae, who are rather more perceptive than my other fangirls) and I'm afraid of confusing people even further. Sigh.

And I have this horrible urge to write Discworld/Harry Potter crossover, but no. NO. Have not finished the other fic. Or Fallen. Not to mention that one of these days I really have to finish rewriting TSPB so that I can get it published.

It was supposed to be finished in April, actually. Never again shall I accuse you of taking too long, Pyrae.

Okay, well, I will. I want my birthday present, dammit.

How can anyone not love Terry Pratchett?

( Quotes! Come on, who doesn't love quotes? )

Pyrae, I am just going to keep harping on this. I can't understand how you can not like these books. That goes for you too, Lyra. Although less so.

Huh.

So, I was talking with Pyrae in my last entry, and she has apparently decided that she does not like PTerry's books because of their lack of plot and resolution. (No, 'rae, I'm not bitter. That was a simple statement. I mean it.)

And then it occured to me that I really couldn't care less about the plot in my story. Because, if you look at TSPB/Perfect Imperfection, it started as the typical save-the-world, apocalyptic, utopia/dystopia SF story. But by the end, I just didn't care. I didn't care if the world got saved. I didn't care if the bomb went off. I didn't care about who my main character ended up with, or indeed if she ended up with anyone at all.

I cared, by then, about one thing only: Joseph, Zacharias, and their relationship. Okay, that's three things.

I knew from the moment they met that there was something there. Something different, something worth dying for, something worth living for. And they didn't let me down. (I say that because I'm well aware that it's not me doing the writing, it's them, using my fingers.) Because Joseph wanted to die when he thought Zacharias was dead. Because the first time Zacharias cried on the page was when he was weeping for the loss of Joseph's innocence/sanity. Because they were completely and totally in love, in a platonic way, and they never realized it.

I cared about them. To hell with the MC, she was only a plot device anyway. The plot, which was contrived anyway, was just there because Joseph and Zac needed something to do. The resolution - the original one, anyway - was less about Lasa learning to live without Zac than about Joseph learning to live with him. And I haven't finished the rewrite, but I'm sure it's going to end up being even more about Joe and Zac than the first draft was.

In short, I don't care about plot or resolution. I only care about characters. That might be a failing, in an author, but I don't care. They're my precious little darlings and plot is overrated, anyway.