hackthis_archive (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-04-17 04:26 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-04-17 04:26 pm
Well, there’s mud in yer eye
I’m gawking at reading GQ’s Special Edition of Hollywood’s Leading Men. Yeah. Woo.
Someone pointed out that if you enjoy writing something it will show, but if you force it that will show too. Lex isn’t coming naturally right now, but this is, ergo the influx of this:
LOTRips
Gravity
Billy only remembers the middle.
The beginning is hazy now, and he chooses not to remember the end.
There are some things that are not worth the effort.
There are some things that are.
Dom is worth the effort, which is exactly why Billy works so hard to forget.
*
There was a time before the beginning, when they were just friends. It doesn’t seem this way now, but this time actually did exist. It was the place in between arriving and shooting. It was the time between fittings and relearning lines and still asking if leaving trainers in the middle of the sitting room was ‘all right?’
There was a before.
It’s the after that causes the problems.
*
In the beginning, everything was new and tentative.
They held hands under the table and laughed uneasily when other people were in the room. They stumbled home alone and found their ways to each other under the guise of drunkenness and oversized sleeping arrangements.
Their hands fumbled when they touched, and in the morning they cleaned their teeth while the other pretended to sleep.
The beginning was like learning to fly.
They made the effort to get it right.
*
In the middle it was even better. They worked from an arsenal of experience and knowledge, which they had been building together throughout filming.
They kissed openly, without the desperation and fear of rejection. They attended parties and openings together, and finished sentences when the other stopped for a breath. The replaced their anticipation with a surety that spoke volumes about DominicandBillyandDominic.
Words didn’t have to be said, actions didn’t have to be completed. They were connected. They didn’t have to communicate to get their points across.
They worked on scripts together. They split the housework.
They could fly alone or together.
Everything came naturally.
In the middle, they didn’t have to make the effort. It wasn’t necessary.
*
What goes up must come down.
*
There was no second sign of the end.
There was no first sign of the end.
There was just the end, because Dom (Billy) couldn’t do it anymore.
Too young to settle down.
Too old to wait for someone so young.
(Too scared to commit).
In the end they abandoned the effort they had made, and walked away. Not because they wanted to, but because they didn’t know any other way.
People weren't made to fly, so when their relationship crashed to the ground, Billy felt lucky he could still walk away.
Someone pointed out that if you enjoy writing something it will show, but if you force it that will show too. Lex isn’t coming naturally right now, but this is, ergo the influx of this:
LOTRips
Gravity
Billy only remembers the middle.
The beginning is hazy now, and he chooses not to remember the end.
There are some things that are not worth the effort.
There are some things that are.
Dom is worth the effort, which is exactly why Billy works so hard to forget.
*
There was a time before the beginning, when they were just friends. It doesn’t seem this way now, but this time actually did exist. It was the place in between arriving and shooting. It was the time between fittings and relearning lines and still asking if leaving trainers in the middle of the sitting room was ‘all right?’
There was a before.
It’s the after that causes the problems.
*
In the beginning, everything was new and tentative.
They held hands under the table and laughed uneasily when other people were in the room. They stumbled home alone and found their ways to each other under the guise of drunkenness and oversized sleeping arrangements.
Their hands fumbled when they touched, and in the morning they cleaned their teeth while the other pretended to sleep.
The beginning was like learning to fly.
They made the effort to get it right.
*
In the middle it was even better. They worked from an arsenal of experience and knowledge, which they had been building together throughout filming.
They kissed openly, without the desperation and fear of rejection. They attended parties and openings together, and finished sentences when the other stopped for a breath. The replaced their anticipation with a surety that spoke volumes about DominicandBillyandDominic.
Words didn’t have to be said, actions didn’t have to be completed. They were connected. They didn’t have to communicate to get their points across.
They worked on scripts together. They split the housework.
They could fly alone or together.
Everything came naturally.
In the middle, they didn’t have to make the effort. It wasn’t necessary.
*
What goes up must come down.
*
There was no second sign of the end.
There was no first sign of the end.
There was just the end, because Dom (Billy) couldn’t do it anymore.
Too young to settle down.
Too old to wait for someone so young.
(Too scared to commit).
In the end they abandoned the effort they had made, and walked away. Not because they wanted to, but because they didn’t know any other way.
People weren't made to fly, so when their relationship crashed to the ground, Billy felt lucky he could still walk away.
no subject
But, I love your progression. In every single one of your stories, the arc is there, the phases, and they're built up so naturally-- you can see that this happened because of that and that happened because of this. It's so wonderful. Your stories reek of hindsight, this quiet regretfulness, when it's too late to do anything but wonder what if and why and when.
And I love that. I honestly do.
no subject
But, I love your progression. In every single one of your stories, the arc is there, the phases, and they're built up so naturally-- you can see that this happened because of that and that happened because of this. It's so wonderful. Your stories reek of hindsight, this quiet regretfulness, when it's too late to do anything but wonder what if and why and when.
And I love that. I honestly do.
Okay, what's really really freaky right now is that I'm listening to 'Warning Sign' and all I keep thinking is, I have lots of fun breaking people up, but how come I never put them together? Ohhhhhhh, because of commitment issues. Huh. Maybe I will try and put Humpty and Dumpty back together at some point. Would you want to even read that?
Re: