DVD commentary!

So, I did the DVD Commentary Meme (still open for playing, if anyone wants to), and ravens_gate requested a DVD commentary of a DVD extra, namely, the scene in which Ben and Janni meet again for the first time five years after they graduate from high school and go their separate ways. She goes off to college and majors in Theater and English, and he toddles off to a couple of tours in Afghanistan, where he is captured by insurgents and torture ensues. And... go.


This came about because of my innate inability to just let things go.  The original scene was about three paragraphs long, and entailed Janni describing for Megan her first meeting with Ben after he came back from Afghanistan.  I decided that was too much telling and not enough showing, and went into flashback mode instead, which turned into more like 1700 words.  And that was a fine and shiny thing--except for my aforementioned inability to let things go.  I love writing the same scene from two different points of view (see: both Iron Man stories I've written), and this one has the added bonus of being in first person, which POV I also love writing in and don't do nearly enough of.

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DVD commentary!

So, I did the DVD Commentary Meme (still open for playing, if anyone wants to), and ravens_gate requested a DVD commentary of a DVD extra, namely, the scene in which Ben and Janni meet again for the first time five years after they graduate from high school and go their separate ways. She goes off to college and majors in Theater and English, and he toddles off to a couple of tours in Afghanistan, where he is captured by insurgents and torture ensues. And... go.


This came about because of my innate inability to just let things go.  The original scene was about three paragraphs long, and entailed Janni describing for Megan her first meeting with Ben after he came back from Afghanistan.  I decided that was too much telling and not enough showing, and went into flashback mode instead, which turned into more like 1700 words.  And that was a fine and shiny thing--except for my aforementioned inability to let things go.  I love writing the same scene from two different points of view (see: both Iron Man stories I've written), and this one has the added bonus of being in first person, which POV I also love writing in and don't do nearly enough of.

( The rest of it is under here. )

Oh, god.

Twelve dead, thirty-one wounded, in Ft. Hood shooting.

My dad was stationed there. I went to high school in Lampasas, just up the road. I doubt I still know anyone there, because it's a mobile community, but it's still just a little too close to home.

I just... yeah.

Oh, god.

Twelve dead, thirty-one wounded, in Ft. Hood shooting.

My dad was stationed there. I went to high school in Lampasas, just up the road. I doubt I still know anyone there, because it's a mobile community, but it's still just a little too close to home.

I just... yeah.

Yet more sheepage...

picked up from amonitrate: Post a paragraph from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just the excerpt.

Okay, in no particular order...

1. The power drain had killed this one. That was almost to Gabriel's advantage. No one would question finding a dead old man in his office, who looked like he'd succumbed to natural causes. The comatose ones, those were the problem.

2. "This is so going in my report." Baxter annihilated the last dust bunny and backed out, sneezing. "You can be replaced, you know. It's one thing for a couple of dust mice to get by you. But all of them?"

3. Something sandpapery scraped my arm. I opened my eyes and choked on a scream.

4. Mandy frowned at her on-again, off-again boyfriend. Russ didn't like his crew fraternizing, especially when part of that crew was his daughter--but she was a grown-up and made her own choices. "His mom the dragon princess is not going to be happy with that kind of language," she said. "Seriously, Charlie, what are you teaching him?"

5. "Erm. You don't really believe she's a god, do you? Because that'd weird me out, man."

6. "Enough with the 'it.' I'm a 'he,' thanks very much, and it would suit me fine if you remembered that." The voice sounded like a chipmunk would if it inhaled helium and spoke English. "Now, let me go. I have work to do."

7. "A stranger from halfway across the world," Olwyn scoffed. She deepened her drawl just to annoy her mother, whom she knew looked down her nose at the local accent. "What, none of the local dragons were good enough for Daddy?"

8. "At least the neighbors will be quiet," the realtor said, gesturing over the fence to the overgrown old cemetery fifty feet from the back door.

9. "He's one wolf, and not a very big one at that. He'll not be any trouble."

Yet more sheepage...

picked up from amonitrate: Post a paragraph from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just the excerpt.

Okay, in no particular order...

1. The power drain had killed this one. That was almost to Gabriel's advantage. No one would question finding a dead old man in his office, who looked like he'd succumbed to natural causes. The comatose ones, those were the problem.

2. "This is so going in my report." Baxter annihilated the last dust bunny and backed out, sneezing. "You can be replaced, you know. It's one thing for a couple of dust mice to get by you. But all of them?"

3. Something sandpapery scraped my arm. I opened my eyes and choked on a scream.

4. Mandy frowned at her on-again, off-again boyfriend. Russ didn't like his crew fraternizing, especially when part of that crew was his daughter--but she was a grown-up and made her own choices. "His mom the dragon princess is not going to be happy with that kind of language," she said. "Seriously, Charlie, what are you teaching him?"

5. "Erm. You don't really believe she's a god, do you? Because that'd weird me out, man."

6. "Enough with the 'it.' I'm a 'he,' thanks very much, and it would suit me fine if you remembered that." The voice sounded like a chipmunk would if it inhaled helium and spoke English. "Now, let me go. I have work to do."

7. "A stranger from halfway across the world," Olwyn scoffed. She deepened her drawl just to annoy her mother, whom she knew looked down her nose at the local accent. "What, none of the local dragons were good enough for Daddy?"

8. "At least the neighbors will be quiet," the realtor said, gesturing over the fence to the overgrown old cemetery fifty feet from the back door.

9. "He's one wolf, and not a very big one at that. He'll not be any trouble."