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Apr. 16th, 2003 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonFever dreams, fever dreams ... even though I've hauled myself into work for parts of the last two days, I've also spent a huge amount of time sacked out, floating in and out of restless feverish sleep, waking and drifting, with words running endlessly through my mind. I've sketched out at least a dozen LJ entries in my head, and a couple of stories, and have had the usual feverish moments of transcendent and yet utterly passive insight, in which all things seem tranquilly illuminated, with no need to explain or analyze. Despite the physical unpleasantess, I really like the peaceful detached free-floating mental states of fever.
Among these swirling vapors was something I was going to write about Anna's S/X series, the elements I especially love about it, and relate that back to emotional atmospheres she's created in her earlier fiction. That segued at one point into musings on how much I'd still love to lure her into writing due South, and then a whoosh of insight about why that will likely never happen, which was part of a larger insight about Fraser as a character. Then there was some vaporing about teacher-student relationships in slash; this had something to do with Pembleton and Bayliss, and the ways that Pembleton tries to teach Bayliss stuff, and also something to do with Methos and Duncan, and Sylvia Volk's line from The Good Student about how the only enduring Immortal relationship is the teacher-student one. (This isn't--the teacher-student thing--about formally-constituted relationships, or the power dynamic per se, but rather about the particular kind of love that goes with the effort to transmit life wisdom, and the ways that that effort can turn out harsh and painful.)
There was a long and highly embarrassing dream-wake-dream fantasy, a sort of RPS-with-Marty-Sue hurt-comfort epic, about which I will say no more except dear me.
And one of the story-fantasies that was floating around is in the process of being hacked into prose for the dS flashfiction thing, although god knows if I'll actually finish it, since I'm still not able to sit up for more than a half-hour at a time.
I need a cortex-reader, something I could plug straight into the grey matter and download all these vaporous ideas before they dissipate.
Back to bed now. Drift and dream, drift and dream...
Among these swirling vapors was something I was going to write about Anna's S/X series, the elements I especially love about it, and relate that back to emotional atmospheres she's created in her earlier fiction. That segued at one point into musings on how much I'd still love to lure her into writing due South, and then a whoosh of insight about why that will likely never happen, which was part of a larger insight about Fraser as a character. Then there was some vaporing about teacher-student relationships in slash; this had something to do with Pembleton and Bayliss, and the ways that Pembleton tries to teach Bayliss stuff, and also something to do with Methos and Duncan, and Sylvia Volk's line from The Good Student about how the only enduring Immortal relationship is the teacher-student one. (This isn't--the teacher-student thing--about formally-constituted relationships, or the power dynamic per se, but rather about the particular kind of love that goes with the effort to transmit life wisdom, and the ways that that effort can turn out harsh and painful.)
There was a long and highly embarrassing dream-wake-dream fantasy, a sort of RPS-with-Marty-Sue hurt-comfort epic, about which I will say no more except dear me.
And one of the story-fantasies that was floating around is in the process of being hacked into prose for the dS flashfiction thing, although god knows if I'll actually finish it, since I'm still not able to sit up for more than a half-hour at a time.
I need a cortex-reader, something I could plug straight into the grey matter and download all these vaporous ideas before they dissipate.
Back to bed now. Drift and dream, drift and dream...