Then there'd be puppies and birthday parties and many things sparkly and pink.
All of which made me realize that this would be a cute but very plotless story, which made me think of josselin's post, Thoughts about Plot, where she says:
This brings me to another point. Sometimes fanfic does not have action. We're okay with that, as readers. Because we don't always require a classical plot structure with rising action and climax and catharsis. Often, we just like to indulge ourselves by seeing our favorite characters behaving in character and doing normal undramatic things, or being happy together, etc.But she also notes this is often "snippet" type fiction, and she gives an example of a good, plotty fan-fiction story, which could be considered to offer a guideline that: "any happy times must be summarized quickly and not dwelled upon--it's best if they're looked upon retrospectively, when it’s clear that they’re over." And she concludes:
...what sometimes separates good fanfiction from bad fanfiction, or perhaps good fanfiction from great fanfiction, is not what you write, but what you don’t write.And I agree with these things in a general way. My point in mentioning all that is: here's a story in my head that's all flesh, no backbone, all happy, no drama, except perhaps the dramatic question of whether Wes will order a croissant with his tea. It would be endlessly self-indulgent, and therefore prone to displaying all my worst flaws as a writer.
People have been discussing kinks and anti-kinks, good posts, good comments, some of which I agree with. That doesn't change the fact that I was kind of upset to realize that my kinks squick other people, possibly to a heavy degree, and that there could easily be 500 lurkers reading my LJ who weren't happy with my little slave-puffs. I posted about this yesterday in brief and immediately removed my comments because I realized I was kind of depressive while many other people are still in full kink-mode and having great fun. Then I saw a comment in one of the threads about someone's difficulty reading shmoopy S/X--not S/X in itself, but *shmoopy* S/X--and I sighed and forced myself to admit what is always terribly obvious to everyone but me, which is that there's no way everyone's tastes are going to be the same. That's me sighing at my own dumbness, by the way, and *not* at the comment. I mean, really: what's up with me? I'm such a Jasmine. I really am. I'm always wanting to impose my will on the entire world and have everyone happy and in tune with my program of mind-altering, ultra-conformist good times. Happy happy, joy joy. And yet it's not as if I don't have critical opinions about other fan-fiction.
My goal in world domination is to build the perfect story and then force all fans to (a) read it, (b) adore it, (c) declare it the best jelly ever, and of course (d) worship my toes.
Can I just say that I'm writing this while on a conference call and the project manager just said "dildos." We're actually having a business-related call about sex toys, penis pinatas, XXX videos, and other adult products. Cognitive dissonance collapses and my two worlds slide together.
See me multitask. Back to work now.