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starwatcher_fic.
Story number three was, once again, written for Sentinel Angst dues, and beta'd only by myself. I'd been reading a list-discussion of the behavior and care of plot-bunnies, very amusing and tongue-in-cheek. <g> As I was heading out to feed the horses, I idly wondered what color a plot-bunny would be; this story was soon clamoring to be written. But, short as it is, this story surprised me all to pieces. I conceived it as going in a very different direction -- a light farce, with Blair making pets of the critters -- but the story took over and insisted on going its own way. This was my first experience with the story deciding how it would be written, and it was a trifle unnerving. Certainly we've heard many authors say, "The muse insisted," or, "The story wouldn't let me." I had thought those were just figures of speech, until it happened to me. Five years later, it's still a little unsettling when it happens, but I'm learning to relax and ride the waves.
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Story number three was, once again, written for Sentinel Angst dues, and beta'd only by myself. I'd been reading a list-discussion of the behavior and care of plot-bunnies, very amusing and tongue-in-cheek. <g> As I was heading out to feed the horses, I idly wondered what color a plot-bunny would be; this story was soon clamoring to be written. But, short as it is, this story surprised me all to pieces. I conceived it as going in a very different direction -- a light farce, with Blair making pets of the critters -- but the story took over and insisted on going its own way. This was my first experience with the story deciding how it would be written, and it was a trifle unnerving. Certainly we've heard many authors say, "The muse insisted," or, "The story wouldn't let me." I had thought those were just figures of speech, until it happened to me. Five years later, it's still a little unsettling when it happens, but I'm learning to relax and ride the waves.
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