One of the more interesting side-effects of doing 14 Valentines is the way my unfinished stories folder gets rode hard and put away wet — left used and abused. In fact, the only stories still in there are things with filenames like “omgwtfkillmeplz” and “jack+john=bff” and “hahahawhatwasithinking.” Stories that never had much likelihood of being finished anyway. It’s comforting and at the same time a little strange to be suddenly bereft of all the guilty half-finished pieces I’ve clung to. It’s giving me time to think about new projects.
There’s the one that’s slowly percolating about John’s ex-wife, who I’ve decided met him for the first time when he was bullied into being her escort for a debutante ball and fell in love with her when she helped him sneak out and they drank whiskey out of her flask and smoked Parliaments all night on the kitchen steps of the hotel.
But more than the old school stuff I’m considering, my head’s been filled to the brim with ideas and snatches from new, possibly more interesting avenues — and for those of you who’ve been around the block once or twice, you’ll know what it means when I say — anime.
My love for bad anime is probably legendary at this point, and the fact that CLAMP has sucked me (concurrently) into xxxHolic and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles is a shame so deep and balck in my soul I can’t even talk about it. All I do know is that in order to comfort The Hoyden the other morning I found myself writing the beginnings of a post-TRC Kurogane/Fai story where (I’m not even kidding) Fai and Kurogane had moved back to Suwa where Fai was maintaining the kekkai and they’d found a baby. It was so insanely self-indulgent that it had “huge hit” written all over it.
Then there’s the fact that on xxxHolic the relationship between Doumeki and Watanuki is not only, you know, basically canonical, it’s one of those deliciously codependent things where — if left to the devices of the 14-year-old girls who write xxxHolic fanfiction on ff.net — overly emotional weeping and healing sex is almost requisite. I cannot stand for that. There must be shenanigans of the non-teary kind.