a bit of nothing much
Feb. 21st, 2007 03:17 amHave you ever written the start of something, then abandoned it, only to find it years later and reread it and realize you have absolutely no memory of where it was supposed to go?
So I suddenly recalled I had a snippet of SV from back when I first got into the fandom, and I remembered, vaguely, the premise, but upon reading the story itself I can't for the life of me recall how I was planning to end it. I don't know why I never write endings down. I've done this enough times that one would think I'd at least scribble an outline, but no, I always think I'm going to finish it before I forget. And then I don't. Anyway, in the spirit of
wip_amnesty (yeah, I know I'm a couple days late, sue me) here's the opening of an unfinished fic. The date for the file creation is January 17, 2002 (SV's first season) and while most of it was probably written sometime in the year after that (though before "Achilles' Heel", I'm pretty sure, as their themes are so similar I think I abandoned this to write that), it still was way before "Asylum" aired. I mention this because the basic plot is that Lionel subjects Lex to an "'accident" such that he loses most of his memory of Smallville, thus allowing him to become Lex Luthor of legend - because even in first season it was obvious that there was no way Lex wouldn't recognize Clark when Superman came out.
It's pretty dark, with a bit of NC-17 man-on-man smut (possibly the first I ever wrote) and Lex-being-evil. I believe it would have had a Clexy ending eventually (really, in my mind every SV fic ends, "And then they had sex, and lived happily ever after") but here there's just angst. And Superman strippers. Also a bit of awkward writing I didn't edit; my style has changed in the past five years. Though really not as much as I'd expect. I don't know if that's a good sign or a bad sign. I rather like the jarring quick-cuts here, I've been impatient with my overly prolix prose of late. (oo, triple word score, 'prolix' used in a sentence for the win!)
( Unfinished SV fic: Third )
So I suddenly recalled I had a snippet of SV from back when I first got into the fandom, and I remembered, vaguely, the premise, but upon reading the story itself I can't for the life of me recall how I was planning to end it. I don't know why I never write endings down. I've done this enough times that one would think I'd at least scribble an outline, but no, I always think I'm going to finish it before I forget. And then I don't. Anyway, in the spirit of
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It's pretty dark, with a bit of NC-17 man-on-man smut (possibly the first I ever wrote) and Lex-being-evil. I believe it would have had a Clexy ending eventually (really, in my mind every SV fic ends, "And then they had sex, and lived happily ever after") but here there's just angst. And Superman strippers. Also a bit of awkward writing I didn't edit; my style has changed in the past five years. Though really not as much as I'd expect. I don't know if that's a good sign or a bad sign. I rather like the jarring quick-cuts here, I've been impatient with my overly prolix prose of late. (oo, triple word score, 'prolix' used in a sentence for the win!)
( Unfinished SV fic: Third )