Much Ado About Fanfic
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misscamFanfic Author Appreciation Week Meme of the Day - Cam Recs Some CSI Fics
I don't know that many authors that well in the fandom, so a few pics of stories will have to do. (I should befriend more CSI fans, really.)
A Catherine/Warrick story - Far From Beautiful by Britton
Beautiful....a word that doesn't ring true, stirs up old memories best left buried, causes him a momentary panic before he loses himself in what her mouth is doing to him. But even through the ecstacy, a nagging doubt....
And later, much later, when she's pressing against him, well content, her breathing soft and rhythmic, her sleep easy, the word comes back to haunt him.
Beautiful...
Warrick introspection. I love the writing style and choice of words.
A Grissom/Sara story - Lullaby by Blaze6
The road, like a lullaby. The air, thick and heavy like the center of hell. The scenery, bland and monochromatic. No cows, no country, no work crews, no rest. Peaceful, this going-home journey, this company, this state. Everything he wanted.
The pace and the descriptions are just lovely and I love how subtle the Sara/Grissom dynamic is dealt with.
A Catherine/Grissom story (yes, I know. Not my choice of pairing) - All the Way to Reno by spark fanfic
Sometimes, these days, she feels like her body is old and tired and abused. He touches her, and she feels safe, or at least she feels sure. She wonders how he thinks about her, but she never asks. It's enough that he knows her to the marrow of her bones.
The threads of Catherine's life are just beautifully woven together and the writing style stands out. The ending is particulary lovely.
A Sara/Warrick story (not my pairing either - I'm feeling generous today) - New Ground by J9
“That sounds… nice.” She lets those words settle between them, then she shifts, moving closer to him, closing her eyes and pressing her body to his, just as she had when he first arrived at his door. He feels her breathing even out, knows that sleep is stealing her from him, and he closes his own eyes, leans them back on the couch and waits for the nightmares to come.
Revelations of Sara's darker side and the ending doesn't for once fix everything and what is not said is really felt in this story.
Cam's Fanfic Opinion of the Day:
"Summary sucks but story is better" will not fill your readers with confidence that it is indeed so.
Cam's Fanfic Rant of the Day:
I'd forgotten about 'shipper wars. I guess years around the LotR fandom made me used to Sues and slash, but made me rather forget how intense 'shipper wars can be.
I have been reminded. And I'm suddenly remembering why I wandered out of the CSI fandom for a few years. Sometimes, it feels like gangwars. It's particulary bad when they start with specific character bashing and bring it into fanfic. All right, sometimes you just don't feel love for a particular character - I can't seem to feel much either way about Nick, for instance - but making them villains just because you don't like them or they're a threat to your Twu Wub Pairing? No. Just no. Don't make them rapists either, unless you want to give Cam a heartattack. Deal with it some other way. Or perhaps even accept that people can be attracted to more than one person. Gasp! Then rant about your hate on your LJ or something. (As Cam Would Do With Her Hatred of Horatio, the Grief Vampire.) Please, please keep it out of fanfics.
Cam's Fanfic Tease of the Day:
From very, very future chapters of East of the Sun, West of the Moon because I'm a mean, teasing kind of gal.
"Catherine?"
"Mmm?"
She turned slightly to face him and suddenly his lips were on hers, kissing her roughly, possessively, almost desperately. She could taste the dust and the dry of the Nevada desert and it was hardly the most romantic kiss she'd ever had. But she didn't care. His skin was warm against hers, his hands cupping her breasts through the tanktop and she shivered.
His skin was still warm from the sun that had fallen into the horizon and she pressed herself against him, feeling his heat even through layers of cloth. If she survived this, she vowed, she would tie him to a bed and explore him for days. But all she could feel was need and greed and impatience. She didn't want to have died without knowing how he felt inside her.
His jeans felt rough under her hands and she tugged impatiently. Too much clothes. Not enough of him.
'You're rain on the desert,' she thought, 'and I'm still alive.'
*****
He found her at last by the sea. She was standing still, wind in her hair, water in the wind. Hands stuffed in her pockets, she looked out on the illusion of sea and sky meeting on a blue, blue horizon. The waves broke near her feet, reaching and retreating endlessly.
'Like me,' he thought and it was a calm thought, still and true in his mind. But even the sea had a tide and a high that swept across the land.
She looked up and saw him and her face froze. No anger, no joy, merely a frozen look of recognition.
"Grissom," she breathed, his name swept by the wind out to sea.
"Hello Sara," he said lightly.
"How did you know where to find me?" she asked.
"Warrick."
"The traitor," she said mildly. "I expect he told Catherine and Catherine told you?"
He nodded.
"Why are you here?"
"Chasing the fairytale," he said and she stared at him, waves by her feet, wind in her hair. Sea and sky meeting. "I've come to take you home."
I don't know that many authors that well in the fandom, so a few pics of stories will have to do. (I should befriend more CSI fans, really.)
A Catherine/Warrick story - Far From Beautiful by Britton
Beautiful....a word that doesn't ring true, stirs up old memories best left buried, causes him a momentary panic before he loses himself in what her mouth is doing to him. But even through the ecstacy, a nagging doubt....
And later, much later, when she's pressing against him, well content, her breathing soft and rhythmic, her sleep easy, the word comes back to haunt him.
Beautiful...
Warrick introspection. I love the writing style and choice of words.
A Grissom/Sara story - Lullaby by Blaze6
The road, like a lullaby. The air, thick and heavy like the center of hell. The scenery, bland and monochromatic. No cows, no country, no work crews, no rest. Peaceful, this going-home journey, this company, this state. Everything he wanted.
The pace and the descriptions are just lovely and I love how subtle the Sara/Grissom dynamic is dealt with.
A Catherine/Grissom story (yes, I know. Not my choice of pairing) - All the Way to Reno by spark fanfic
Sometimes, these days, she feels like her body is old and tired and abused. He touches her, and she feels safe, or at least she feels sure. She wonders how he thinks about her, but she never asks. It's enough that he knows her to the marrow of her bones.
The threads of Catherine's life are just beautifully woven together and the writing style stands out. The ending is particulary lovely.
A Sara/Warrick story (not my pairing either - I'm feeling generous today) - New Ground by J9
“That sounds… nice.” She lets those words settle between them, then she shifts, moving closer to him, closing her eyes and pressing her body to his, just as she had when he first arrived at his door. He feels her breathing even out, knows that sleep is stealing her from him, and he closes his own eyes, leans them back on the couch and waits for the nightmares to come.
Revelations of Sara's darker side and the ending doesn't for once fix everything and what is not said is really felt in this story.
Cam's Fanfic Opinion of the Day:
"Summary sucks but story is better" will not fill your readers with confidence that it is indeed so.
Cam's Fanfic Rant of the Day:
I'd forgotten about 'shipper wars. I guess years around the LotR fandom made me used to Sues and slash, but made me rather forget how intense 'shipper wars can be.
I have been reminded. And I'm suddenly remembering why I wandered out of the CSI fandom for a few years. Sometimes, it feels like gangwars. It's particulary bad when they start with specific character bashing and bring it into fanfic. All right, sometimes you just don't feel love for a particular character - I can't seem to feel much either way about Nick, for instance - but making them villains just because you don't like them or they're a threat to your Twu Wub Pairing? No. Just no. Don't make them rapists either, unless you want to give Cam a heartattack. Deal with it some other way. Or perhaps even accept that people can be attracted to more than one person. Gasp! Then rant about your hate on your LJ or something. (As Cam Would Do With Her Hatred of Horatio, the Grief Vampire.) Please, please keep it out of fanfics.
Cam's Fanfic Tease of the Day:
From very, very future chapters of East of the Sun, West of the Moon because I'm a mean, teasing kind of gal.
"Catherine?"
"Mmm?"
She turned slightly to face him and suddenly his lips were on hers, kissing her roughly, possessively, almost desperately. She could taste the dust and the dry of the Nevada desert and it was hardly the most romantic kiss she'd ever had. But she didn't care. His skin was warm against hers, his hands cupping her breasts through the tanktop and she shivered.
His skin was still warm from the sun that had fallen into the horizon and she pressed herself against him, feeling his heat even through layers of cloth. If she survived this, she vowed, she would tie him to a bed and explore him for days. But all she could feel was need and greed and impatience. She didn't want to have died without knowing how he felt inside her.
His jeans felt rough under her hands and she tugged impatiently. Too much clothes. Not enough of him.
'You're rain on the desert,' she thought, 'and I'm still alive.'
*****
He found her at last by the sea. She was standing still, wind in her hair, water in the wind. Hands stuffed in her pockets, she looked out on the illusion of sea and sky meeting on a blue, blue horizon. The waves broke near her feet, reaching and retreating endlessly.
'Like me,' he thought and it was a calm thought, still and true in his mind. But even the sea had a tide and a high that swept across the land.
She looked up and saw him and her face froze. No anger, no joy, merely a frozen look of recognition.
"Grissom," she breathed, his name swept by the wind out to sea.
"Hello Sara," he said lightly.
"How did you know where to find me?" she asked.
"Warrick."
"The traitor," she said mildly. "I expect he told Catherine and Catherine told you?"
He nodded.
"Why are you here?"
"Chasing the fairytale," he said and she stared at him, waves by her feet, wind in her hair. Sea and sky meeting. "I've come to take you home."
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Date: 2005-03-09 07:24 pm (UTC)(I see the opposite in the Harry Potter fandom - Americanisms all over and danfics about celebrating THanksgiving.)
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Date: 2005-03-09 07:43 pm (UTC)And yes, betas should really be able to point all these things out. And if they can't, then it's time to find new betas.
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Date: 2005-03-09 07:56 pm (UTC)Amen to that. Alas, good betas are hard to find...
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Date: 2005-03-10 12:16 pm (UTC)[blatant shameless self-promotion] I beta! I beta! LOTR and POTC only, though... I don't know enough about other fandoms to help, unfortunately... [/blatant shameless self-promotion]
*offers chocolate to everyone*