#sent: psychopomp-enthusiast

[cynicalmusings]

I would love to hear about the other lines you loved from your fic!! Were there lines that gave you a lot of trouble to write too? How did you conquer those?

thanks for the interest! :,)

alright… there are actually quite a few sections i’m happy with (the style of prose for this has been really fun to play with, heh), so that’s where all the following excerpts are from:

You know it; feel it as a tug in your bones which leads you towards the sacred site as it has your whole life, and as you are certain it shall on your last day, and as it too shall when the last human, crawling from whichever lonely corner of the world they hide in, returns, like a moth drawn to a flame, to their silver cradle and lays down beneath it for their final rest; and then it will be over, and you will all be forgotten, and that will be that. 

You feel exposed and empty, as though the blizzard has whittled you down; stripped away your skin and your muscles and your nerve endings layer by layer until all that remains of you now is a husk; a heart, frozen solid, trapped within a cage of clean white bones. 

It is your duty to impart them lest they be forgotten—and now, an opportunity: an outsider inquires of your history; you give him as faithful a depiction as you can, and in doing so pass on the narrative of your nation from the forsaken past into an era still able to breathe, receive, to grow; you shake the cobwebs of time from their foundations and take your solitary chronicles into the present. 

That is your life, wrapped in a parcel of charcoal and paper. So bleak does it seem, looking upon it now.

Yet fickle dignity, when faced with necessity, must shed her capricious mask.

it’s a style which you can get really descriptive and poetic with… and it’s fun!

regarding the second part of your ask… there aren’t exactly specific lines which give me trouble, as opposed to specific words or specific sections: e.g. you’ve got the synonym on the top of your tongue but you can’t find it, or you know what happens in the next scene but you can’t quite put it into words. usually these click given some time, and then i can keep writing.

for example, one word i was struggling to find was the term for the wooden structures of fire torches (i.e. the ones on dragonspine)—i was struggling with it for around a month—and then it came to me around 20 minutes ago when i clutched my head and said ‘BRAZIERS’. so that’s kind of how it goes.

[cynicalmusings]

For Christmas/New Years ask game

What is your favourite line from one of your WIPs and why?

oooh… that’s a good question. having scrolled through the major wips i have cooking at the moment, i’ve gone with this one:

It is all an illusion, nothing more than a twisted semblance of things; these memories of life as you wander through a graveyard. 

it’s from the albedo fic i’m working on. there are a few other lines i was considering, too, mostly from the same fic, if you’re interested in hearing them — but i picked this line because it links quite nicely to some of the central themes of the story, and i also think the line is pretty cool with the life/ graveyard juxtaposition and all the illusion stuff.