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Making of Monday
This week I offer up a deleted scene from Pining in Preschool chapter 30, where Obi-Wan and Anakin come back home again after reconciling at Qui-Gon’s after their big fight.
I had a major habit of throwing SO MUCH into every chapter of PiP. Part of it was I did want them going through a lot, it was what pushed them to work through their collective baggage to arrive in a much better place. BUT a lot of it was I was new to writing and figuring out pacing and crammed in a ton, worried about showing the downtimes when big things weren’t happening.
This scene got cut because it was leading to Anakin being sick - he was going to wake up in the morning super sick and Obi-Wan was going to take care of the kids and take care of everything work on rebuilding trust and showing the kids he wasn’t going anywhere.
Too much.
[edited to add: ALSO I can’t really remember but I think i had previously cut or at least significantly reduced the interaction between Anakin and Quin when he asked him to come take care of Boga so he and the kids could flee the Obi-Wanless house go camping for a few days]
I instead ended chapter 30 on a positive note at Qui-Gon’s cabin, and then had chapter 31 be the family camping trip where they have family time and solid communication and rebuild that trust all together.
Read below the cut for the deleted scene
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Luke’s head rolls to the side as Anakin lifts him from his car seat. Both twins had fallen asleep on the ride home shortly after leaving Qui-Gon’s cabin in the woods, as soon as they were convinced that Obi-Wan was coming as well. He arrives to ease Leia into his arms, snoring softly.
“What is Quinlan doing here?” Obi-Wan sounds mystified as he eyes the extra car in the driveway as they pass by.
“Oh, I asked him to stop by and feed Boga while we were camping.” Anakin grunts as he shifts Luke to one side to open the door. From the entryway they can just see Quin sprawled on the floor with the ginger tabby kneading his stomach. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” he calls out.
“Excuse me for spending a couple minutes looking after this precious thing, like you asked.” Quin rolls his eyes as he stands. “You look like shit, Obes,” he frowns as he looks him over. “Uhhh you too, kid. Is everything -”
“I don’t think we like camping,” Anakin mumbles in his direction. Now that he’s home everything must be catching up to him, he feels leaden as he moves to take Leia from Obi-Wan. “Take your time and hang with Quin if you want, inspect the damage. I’ll put these guys down and then pass out myself. I’m dead tired.”
“I’ll bring her up first,” Obi-Wan attempts to protest, but Anakin ignores him and shifts her out of his arms with ease of practice. “I don’t know how you do that,” Obi-Wan smiles softly as he watches him adjust one child on each hip and move to the stairs.
“It’s my workout. Got to maintain my dad bod,” Anakin purses his lips in an air kiss as he walks away.
“Oh love, you do not have a dad bod,” Obi-Wan corrects, mostly to himself. Quinlan snorts and scoops up the cat as he plops down on the couch with a scrutinizing look. “Go on then,” Obi-Wan sighs, sinking down with exhaustion. “Get on with it.” He figures he’d rather just get the inquisition over with, he wants to get upstairs to bed. To Anakin.
“Come on Obes, don’t be like that. You look like you’ve been on a bender.”
“I was not,” Obi-Wan snaps, his eyes flashing. “And I’m alright, Quinlan, just exhausted. Thank you for looking in on Boga.”
Quin narrows his eyes. “Why did he ask me?”
“Hmm?” Obi-Wan asks distractedly as Boga lands in his lap and he pets her absently behind the ears glancing wistfully at the stairway.
“Why did your boy toy, who avoids contact with me at all costs, craft a cryptic message worthy of the CIA to ask me to take care of your cat? It’s not like you to take off on an unplanned camping trip. And you just returned in separate vehicles looking like you’ve come home from war. ”
Obi-Wan holds the cat to his chest gently in stark contrast to the rock hard stare he turns onto Quinlan. “He is NOT my boy toy.” He grits his teeth and seems unwilling to address the rest of his friend’s astute observations.
Quin seems to pick up as much and softens his stance. “I just want to make sure you’re alright.”
“Yes! Your concern is noted, but I can take care of myself, thank you. Secondly, I am fine. Just very tired at the moment.”
“Okay, okay, I can take a hint,” Quin rolls his eyes as he makes for the door.
Obi-Wan snorts in disagreement. “That would be a first” and
“That reminds me: I’m pretty sure you guys owe me a favor now so I’ll let you know when I’m ready to cash in on that: I have a couple of ideas in mind -“
“Goodnight, Quinlan!” Obi-Wan shoves him toward the door without any heat behind it. He’s just glad he can finally head upstairs to join Anakin. He doubts he would have slept very well the last few nights by himself, even if it hadn’t been for the mess of emotions that was absolutely impossible to keep at bay in the quiet of night; he’s become too used to sleeping with the weight of Anakin in his arms, snoring lightly into his chest.
Boga leaps out of his arms when he peeks into Leia’s room, a relief because he doesn’t know that Anakin would tolerate anything coming in between the two of them in bed this evening. He spends a few minutes lingering in each room, readjusting blankets and watching the rise and fall of chests through peaceful rest.
He’s overwhelmed with the realization that he could have lost this. All of this. He’s not sure at what point after seeing Anakin breathless and on his knees at Rex’s garage, red faced and stammering and perfectly disheveled, he started to imagine a future where he might not just find love but a whole family.
He can’t resist the pull of Anakin any longer. He enters the bedroom and immediately wraps the younger man in his arms. It would seem Anakin had face planted onto the bed directly after his shower, his hair and upper body soaking Obi-Wan’s clothes, his hips still wrapped in a towel. “Ugh, love, you didn’t dry off. You’ll get the pillows wet.” Obi-Wan complains without moving away, in fact, he hugs the wet body to his side even tighter.
“Too tired,” Anakin mumbles into the mattress. He lets out a small whine of protest, still unmoving, when Obi-Wan presses a chaste kiss to a damp shoulder and eases off the bed. He returns only moments later with sleep pants, which he maneuvers onto a supremely unhelpful Anakin after freeing him of the towel and gently patting him dry.
“I try to avoid saying this as a matter of policy, but Quinlan was right. You look terrible,” Obi-Wan murmurs, taking in the bags under Anakin’s eyes as he rolls him onto the pillow. Anakin spares a critical glance that lets Obi-Wan know he hasn’t missed the swollen eyes, gaunt cheeks, and unkempt hair and beard on the face looking down with him in concern.
“ ‘M better already,” Anakin slurs sleepily, and Obi-Wan didn’t think his heart could melt any further until an arm reached up for him. “Hold me tonight?” There isn’t a single night that Anakin doesn’t end up chasing Obi-Wan across any space that manages to move between them during the night, closing the distance and tangling their bodies together even in his sleep, but the request is endearing and Obi-Wan is happy to oblige.
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Making of Monday - Die for You - Alternate Ending
First of all, thank you to everyone who has read Die for You. This fic took me a really long time to work through and I'm so happy with the way it has turned out.
Anyway, I figured Making of Monday was a perfect place to reveal that, in the original draft of this fic, the ending was from Anakin's POV, not Obi-Wan's.
I never thought this ending was bad, but when I finished, it just didn't feel right [thank you thank you to @yourfavoritefridge and @palfriendpatine66 for encouraging me to make the change]
The shape of the events stayed the same, and some lines made it over from one version to the other, but I do think there's something to be gained from what was left on the cutting room floor.
Anyhow! You can find the original ending below the cut 🖤 [backed it up a few lines for context. you get it.]
“—kiss me like you don’t think you’re dying.”
Obi-Wan’s entire body is trembling like he’s struggling to hold onto some wild beast, and when their eyes connect and his master breathes “Anakin—“ there is nothing in the entire galaxy that can stop him from taking what he wants — not when the Force burns with need and Obi-Wan’s lips are practically begging for Anakin to drag him into danger the way he always does.
That’s why he never hesitates to jump.
That is why he has no fear.
Because Obi-Wan will always jump after him.
The first few moments are fevered and frantic — a frenetic collision — clashing together like blades in a desperate duel, all teeth and tongue and shattering tension and it’s immediately too much and not nearly enough.
Anakin loses himself so quickly he’s certain it should scare him.
But how could it?
How could he be scared when it’s Obi-Wan?
Strong fingers twist in silky curls, tightening in a warning Anakin’s mind does not register until the hand in his hair is tugging him back far enough that he can see Obi-Wan’s focus lingering on his lips for half a breath before his hungry gaze connects with Anakin’s.
Obi-Wan’s usually bright and brilliant eyes are stained dark, pupils blown so wide Anakin feels like he might simply fall into them.
Desire burns behind his stare, desperate and dizzying but the fire in his eyes flickers with something far more familiar — his brow hard and his jaw tight the way it always is when he has some biting retort about Anakin’s petulant impatience hiding behind his teeth and for a moment the knight worries he may have made a horrible mistake.
His vision begins to blur and his pulse races but before fear can pull him under — his mind spiraling like a wild hurricane — a gentle warmth wraps around Anakin, soft and familiar, a tender touch tugging him back from the edge of panic.
Slow down.
It’s a familiar refrain.
“You said you wanted me to kiss you.”
That silky voice is low and rough and the knight can only nod.
“Then please, darling—”
Anakin has never been good at slowing down.
But for Obi-Wan, he’s willing to try.
“—Let me kiss you.”
It takes every ounce of strength in the young Jedi not to collapse onto the ground, his knees going weak beneath him but Obi-Wan has one hand still twisted in his hair and the other grips tight around his waist and the moment Anakin sees the last drops of doubt drain from the man’s gaze, his eyes flutter shut in sinful surrender as he simply lets his master kiss him.
There’s a soft press of lips to one corner of his mouth, then the other, copper whiskers tickling Anakin’s skin in a way he feels all the way down in his toes. The hand in his hair slides to his jaw, a saber rough thumb stroking reverently along his flushed cheek and Anakin can’t help but lean into the touch, shivering when he feels the breeze of a small laugh against his lips.
Then Obi-Wan kisses him.
Really kisses him.
And Anakin has never felt more alive.
He can feel the fire inside Obi-Wan.
Taste it.
The life he tried to give away.
The faint flickering flame Anakin had gripped so tightly even as it seared into his soul.
The fire Anakin had fed with his own.
The piece of himself he’d left behind in a man who has always felt a part of him.
Obi-Wan kisses Anakin again.
And again.
Then the man is sucking on his lower lip and Anakin’s mind finally catches up, his fingers twisting in beige robes as he kisses Obi-Wan back, ignoring the way heat pools in his stomach when he feels a familiar smile press to his lips.
It’s slow and syrupy, the drag of Obi-Wan’s lips against his covetous and indulgent in a way the man never is and Anakin is content to just let himself be kissed like this until the world fades away and time becomes a foreign concept.
The air around them sings and slowly the kiss begins to deepen, their lips parting to explore a topography of teeth with their tongues tangled together.
Obi-Wan tastes like fate and for the first time in his life, Anakin truly feels he is Chosen.
Prophecy can’t possibly compare.
By the time they break apart, gasping for air, it feels like the entire galaxy is vibrating.
A breath passes.
And another.
Their eyes meet.
“You’re never allowed to leave me—”
The words slip from Anakin’s lips before he can stop them.
It’s not the right thing to say.
He knows that.
A petulant demand in the face of the only thing he’s ever truly wanted.
But Obi-Wan only smiles.
“—Never again, master— I will never let you go.”
It’s more true than the man who presses a hungry kiss to his lips could possibly know.
But when Obi-Wan pulls back again — his eyes shining with the vibrance of a life that Anakin is certain has always belonged to him— he thinks perhaps the man understands perfectly.
“And I will die for you as many times as I see fit.”
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, Anakin wants to argue.
He wants to protest.
He wants to lock Obi-Wan away somewhere he knows the man will always be safe but when their lips meet again in a soft sweet kiss he suddenly understands the man’s meaning—
You are never allowed to leave me, either.
“I love you, Anakin.”
It tastes like spun sugar against his lips — soft and low and full of honest affection, blazing with a fire he’s always known has roared inside his master — and this time when the words sink in, Obi-Wan isn’t trying to slip away into the living Force, but slipping his arm around Anakin’s waist to pull the young man impossibly closer, repeating the words again and again against longing lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Anakin whispers as his master’s words wrap around his bones like armor around his soul, close and comforting, a cloak he will wear for the rest of his life.
It becomes an echo in the cavern of open mouths, a mantra repeating on kiss-bitten lips long after the words fall away.
I love you.
I love you, too.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Too much.
I love you.
I love you too much.
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Making of Monday - How NOT to Write a Long Fic
Haven't posted one of these in a hot minute! Story time: sometime around 2021, I decided I was sick of having all these ideas for Star Wars fics and never actually writing them. So I decided to buckle down, and write a damn fic.
But of course that didn't happen. What I did instead was try to plot out a long, winding, action-adventure story, and to do that, I decided to study to study from the masters. Or master. I wrote down all the chapter titles for every Lord of the Rings book, and was planning on modeling my story based off a similar pacing.
But of course that didn't happen either. And I realized that I was getting nowhere fast. So, I took out a different piece of paper, and with no plan in place, just started jotting down thoughts.
Warning: terrible formatting and terribly inconsistent handwriting below the cut
And as you can see, I didn't get far with unconnected ideas before I started planning once more.
Inspired by short fic I had just read, I wanted to write a long fic where a whole and hale Anakin Skywalker shows up on Tatooine some amount of years into exile. Seeing as how this was before the Obi-Wan Kenobi show came out, there was a lot of room for interpretation in canon. I could take ideas from Legends, make theories about what they were going to do with canon (and be extremely right about some of them), and just make shit up whenever I wanted to.
But immediately, I came to a question that I wanted an interesting answer to: where did this new Anakin come from, and how did he get to Tatooine? Time travel is simple, and not where I wanted to go. Something something Sith magic, yeah, whatever. Also not what I wanted to do. But dimension travel? Now, there was an idea.
Of course, because I am a planner, it couldn't be simple, now could it? It couldn't be just hand-wave the Force that caused it. There had to be a real, concrete, series of events that caused Anakin to appear out of thin air.
And thus began the Yeetverse.
A chain of 4 separate universes (plus 1 bonus one for my own torture amusement. And actually now with one more added on later!). A to B to C to D. It's far too complex for baby's first fanfic in a fandom, and yet the ideas would not stop flowing.
Yes, that was all just written because I couldn't stop thinking about these ideas. It may not seem like a lot, but any brave soul who attempts to read my handwriting can see that there are many things going on at once. (And the only thing I blocked out is the ending to what was meant to be the first fic in this chain, the thrill of the fall)
But for all those ideas, all that planning...
I haven't even finished the first fic I truly tried to write.
I actually have so much of it outlined. I even wrote the outlines of the first 2 chapters of the original fic idea that started it all down on paper.
But I haven't written more.
Why?
Turns out, I'm not good at writing long fics. Planning them? Yes. Finishing them? Hell no.
It will be 3 years since I came up with these ideas. I haven't given up hope yet that I might actually get around to writing all those fics one day, but one-shots and event fics have drawn my attention away.
Who knows; maybe I'll finally take another shot once I've finished up more of my posted WIPs.
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Making of Monday
More of a fun fact than a making of, but I struggle a lot to not edit as I go, which slow me down so much, and a while ago I read a writing tip that said that setting the font to something you can't read helps with that (since you can't read it you can't edit and you keep writing). I finally tried it and honestly it's working pretty well so far I think?
Anyway,
I'm writing a star wars fic in aurebesh:
(Sorry for the bad quality, I took a photo of my laptop like an old person lol)
#it's not monday anymore where i am but let's say it still is somewhere else#wait i'm in france and it's tuesday: making of mardi !#also i guess if you're very motivated to translate that's a sneak peak into my next fic lol#tho it's a first draft probably full of typos#(i also have no idea which part of the fic it is)#making of monday
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Making of Monday: Can't Stop the Suns Part 1
(I am thinking SO positively rn that I am calling this part 1, like I will remember to actually write more. YMMV; we'll see how I do.)
I'm hard at work on the concluding chapters of Pick Up the Pieces right now, and working on Pick Up the Pieces means I also need to do a fair bit of rereading An Uncivil War, so it's very much on the forefront of my brain, and also I have yet to participate in a single MoM, so: here's some backstory on An Uncivil War.
Okay I actually need to back up even farther than that, all the way to Solsbury Hill and February 2020. I started Solsbury Hill - it wasn't called that, then; it didn't have a name, just 'weird doc file/outline I'll probably never finish because I don't have a track record of finishing creative writing projects, ever' - and then the very next month I started working from home AND season 7 of Clone Wars premiered.
To get ready for season 7 - and because I was home a lot more during the day, now, and didn't have to commute to work - we decided to do a rewatch of Clone Wars season 1 through 6. And you know how we joke about plot bunnies, and why they're called that? That the hardest idea is your first one and once you have that the ideas just keep multiplying? So, I'm sitting on an outline for what would become Solsbury Hill, and we're watching Clone Wars, and we get to season 5, and the episode with Ahsoka's trial, and I think to myself, huh. That's weird. Why is Obi-Wan acting like that? Why is he not sticking up for our Padawan? If he had, I bet things would have turned out differently. Ahsoka might not have left the Order. Anakin might not have turned to the Dark Side. Clone Wars is full of all these little things that individually might not be enough to push Anakin over the edge, but they start stacking up, collectively...
From there, it was a pretty easy leap to, 'what if Obi-Wan left the Order instead of Ahsoka', and that created this whole domino effect because Anakin would obviously leave with him, right, and Ahsoka was getting kicked out anyway, and now I've got this scenario with three Jedi on the run in the middle of a war.
And that was fascinating to me. Once I started thinking about it I couldn't stop. But I was also getting really into Solsbury Hill, at that point, so this new story needed to take a backseat. I dumped a bunch of notes into a Word doc and went back to my AU.
It turns out, though - and this was the first time I'd learned this about myself - that I liked having both an AU and a canon project going at the same time. Solsbury Hill and An Uncivil War both used such different parts of my brain and required a different skillset and researching vastly different things, and if I got bogged down in one it was nice to be able to switch to the other one and hack away at that one for a while. So I ended up, from early 2020 until August 2022 when I posted the first chapter of Solsbury Hill on AO3, working on both projects nearly simultaneously, although obviously Solsbury Hill (despite being three times longer) got to the finish line first.
For a long time - almost three years - An Uncivil War was just called, An Uncivil War. And it had this expansive outline that I just kept cracking away at, and whenever I came across something cool in another piece of Star Wars media or another show premiered or I read another book I'd think 'Ooh, that's neat! That's going in the fic!' and I'd add it to my to-do list. And at some point I looked at my word count and realized I was pushing 100k and not anywhere close to the end of the story I wanted to tell.
So, I started thinking about sequels, and series. I had (still have) this outline, fortunately, and there was one pretty obvious stopping point at what was then the mid-point of the plot. (I say, 'then' because it has since, of course, expanded. It turns out I'm very bad at guessing word counts.) So I took half my outline, dumped into a brand-new doc, called that one Pick Up the Pieces, and wrote the 'ending' of An Uncivil War, as much as possible, as if it were the ending, just in case I for some reason never got around to writing Pick Up the Pieces.
Because it was important to me that An Uncivil War be able to stand on its own. It's got a beginning, a middle, and an end, and the end calls back to the beginning, and the main threat to the characters is resolved, and they talk about what they're going to do next but even if that was the only story you had, it should still be a satisfying conclusion (or, at least, I hope it is).
But it isn't the entirety of the story I wanted to tell. Because they originally were one big story, I actually had maybe half of Pick Up the Pieces already written by the time I started posting An Uncivil War, so while the first part took me three years to write, the second has technically only taken me a year, but I was definitely not starting from scratch.
I also - and this should shock absolutely no one - was once again wildly off in my word count estimate. Pick Up the Pieces is, right now, already as long as An Uncivil War (120k), and I've still got three chapters left to go...plus a bunch more things in my outline I haven't gotten to yet.
So, in true Star Wars tradition, I'm now plotting a part three! Pick Up the Pieces, like An Uncivil War before it, has a logical ending point, so it will wrap up there, but the plot will move merrily along to the next thing on my to-do list, which is in fact the same to-do list I've had since March 2020. (It's a good thing I love this story so much or I would have quit long ago.) Part Three, at the moment, is tentatively titled Sometimes Fate Steps In, and I'm really, really sorry to have to admit that that's where all the smut is going to be. (I know. It's Solsbury Hill all over again.)
(I do love it, though. I feel like I should...apologize, to my fics, somehow, for having a favorite? I do have a favorite, though. It's this series. I love it so damn much. This is the one thing I write where, if you told me right now that I would never get a single comment or kudos on it, I would still write it anyway, because I just get so much enjoyment out of researching and writing it and re-reading it.)
(Which is not to say you shouldn't comment on it. Please, please do! You will absolutely make my day, week, month, year! But I love it enough to do it anyway.)
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Knowing, to understand, to create.
Making of Monday
I haven't always been a SW fan (I came late to the party), and I'm definitely behind in my knowledge of canon.
Wookieepedia is a great help when I'm lacking in knowledge, but I've also thrown myself into reading the books that can give me more knowledge.
This is my modest collection.
#making of monday#writing tools#writing process#reading to gain knowledge#star wars#canon knowledge so I can twist it#fanfiction#writing#fanfic
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making of monday: the stressed student's guide to binge writing a one-shot
(not that I'm a very good writer, but I loved seeing these on the dash, and decided to join. all this is only a little tongue-in-cheek.)
step one: try to work on an irl assignment*
(* not fandom related at all. preferably an intellectually challenging task that is also time-sensitive and reasonably important.)
There's nothing like the looming dread of deadline that stimulates the mind! Combine the perfectionist's fear of beginning, the procrastinator's tendency to distraction, and the pressure on the brain to produce something— for the most bizarre results. Namely, mildly unhinged fic ideas. Just sit down (curl up into a ball in the corner of the room), relax (stress), and wait for inspiration to come!
step two: "just, uh, just to note this down for later"
You never know when the idea would come, but it does. Now, you've got a seed, that your brain has instantly latched onto. It's growing and blooming and taking over every thought. "damn it," you think, "this is a fun idea. I can't write it before I finish the assignment though!" But the idea doesn't let you go, it's like a haunting, which is in all honesty very rude. Well, what can you do.
You open a doc.
Within half an hour, you realize that you should have known better than believing the idea (tm) would leave you alone.
step three: give in. you're writing the fic instead.
Congratulations! Your brain has once again chosen the path of least resistance instead of what you should be doing. But there's no time for guilt when you have to finish the fic (and finish the assignment after that). So you're writing the fic like your life depends on it, and the words come surprisingly easy because given the baseline stress, you aren't overthinking every single word or ridiculously lines of narrative. It's been hours, your mind's afloat, and you (unfortunately) forget approximately every duty to your body. But it's fun and you swear you've never written like this in your life.
From time to time you swap back to the page where your assignment stares helplessly back at you. You blink. You drop it back under the metaphorical rock.
step four: "fuck, the deadline is in [x] hours. I can't do this anymore"
By now, the first draft is probably sitting there in a messy, wonderful glop. And depending on the circumstance, it's either [start editing now, future rain can deal with this shit] or [despite all evidence to the contrary I actually do not want to fail this degree. time to pull myself by the hair into doing the Thing]. Either way, you've maybe slept for 6 of the last 40 hours, and you're contemplating the strange quality of your vision and why you can hear the inside of a conch at the back of your head, etc etc.
step five: sleep, and spare a moment to pause and wonder what the fuck is your life
when the assignment is done, it's like someone's poked a hole in your sand balloon and your entire being sags. it's a nice feeling, kind of. the fic stops you from spending too much time wondering why the hell are you doing the degree at all.
time to turn the glop into coherence! this is the most time consuming part, and could take up to days after the initial burst of [stuff].
step six: edit until your eyeballs fall out
what it says ^
step seven: when you finally cannot stand another minute of re-reading and editing, throw it onto ao3, and hopefully never think about the fic ever again.
that's a lie. you'll be checking the ao3 stats approximately every two hours for the next two days at least.
fics that actually happened like this:
Infinite Joy (the one that started it all)
Designation (in which I forgot Plo Koon had a mask)
on not sleeping with your students
(the first chapter of) the prophecies spoke of you and I
family line
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🦋Making of Monday!!! 🦋
The fantastic @palfriendpatine66 had this lovely idea (see this post), and I was eager to jump on board! Sometimes, I feel a bit... self-conscious about my writing process, because it can be a bit chaotic. You know... the whole imposter thing; I'm not a real writer because my process isn't nice and tidy and clean. Sound familiar to anyone?!
Lets change that!
I just started a new WIP (Escort/Never a Jedi AU anyone 👀), so I'll share what the process of starting a new WIP for me usually looks like!
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Typically, when I have an idea for a new fic I'd like to write, I'll throw the prompt into the title for a new Google Doc, adding any ideas to the document itself, and save it in my "in progress folder". I may or may not be ready to start working on it, but I'll have my ideas jotted down for if and when I'm ready to give it a shot.
When I'm ready to start writing, I'll usually just have at it. Might not start from the beginning of the fic, but start writing from a point where I've had inspiration. I might not even end up keeping this piece, but it serves as a little... warm up for the specific fic, if you will.
This allows me to get a feel for the prompt, and to start generating ideas to fill in the fic, outside of the initial point of inspiration. At this point, I'll usually stop writing, and generate an outline. And when I say outline... it's nothing special. Just a point-form list of the things I want to hit while writing, in the order I want to hit them. This allows me to see where I've got gaps, and to make sure I touch on all the things that I want to. It also helps me see places where I might have too much clutter—in this case, I'll decide what I want to keep, and throw the other ideas into a document for future works. As I work on the piece, I'll remove bullet points as I hit them (or as I decide they are unnecessary).
At this point... there's no rhyme or reason for my process. I just riff on my ideas. When I write, I'm not going for a style or rhythm. I'm just trying to get the words on the page. It's messy, not grammatically correct, and often bulky, but it doesn't matter. I actually really like sprinting for this reason... when challenged with a clock, I'm less focused on making things "perfect", and more focused on just having fun with the prompt.
I do have a process I go through with editing too, but I thought I'd save that for next week!
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Excited to see who else participates in these posts. Tag me if you do! Curious as to everyone else's approach to their writing.
Happy Monday Friends! 💖✨💖✨
#making of monday#obikin#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#star wars#clone wars#fanfiction#fanfic#a03 fanfic#fanfiction by darkwhisperings#wip#my wips
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Making Of Monday (TMA/SW + Obikin)
A look into the writing process - “how it’s made” for fics (for more on what it means see this post here)
So this first MOM is an interesting one! It's for and inspired by @sweet-cynic during our meandering conversations about horror and eldritch things and TMA and Obikin and of course they all fused and it's like, yeah, we're doing this baby!
Granted, that's not normally how the process goes for me. I'm usually a solitary kind of writer. But it's good to talk with people! Throw silly ideas at each other. Sometimes one of them sticks. Like a magnetized bowling ball.
In this case the catnip quotent is high. I don't want to divulge too much ahead of time (even though I've gushed to way too many people about it already lol) but there's a fascinating element of inherent otherness to Anakin that I love to see explored, and this is a good fic to play around with that.
And Obi-Wan, good god, Obi-Wan, canon-wise and in this fic--he's handed this walking nuclear bomb and he still only sees Anakin (always only eyes for Anakin) to the point that he doesn't see other things as clearly. Things that alarm others.
Did I mention we're flirting with horror? We're flirting with horror. ;)
Horror is... hm. Honestly? I never thought I'd vibe so hard with writing horror. But there's something fascinating about it that I find exposes characters in ways that are fascinating. So I like to, if it's feasible, Put the Blorbos in Situations and then sit back and watch what happens.
But it has to be the right idea. I do think Star Wars has some intrinsic elements that make it horror-friendly, but it's certainly not usually the focus and therefore, I like to tread carefully, wait until the perfect reason comes along, rather than manufacturing one. (Good on writers who can do this! alas, I am weak.)
So. Idea. Where does it go from there? It goes to "I don't know what I'm doing but the vibe is right, LET'S GO" and I zoom over to Google Drive. (I know, I know, there are better programs out there, but I'm just... so used to it.) I try to keep the main page of Drive neat, with only the things I'm actively working on being listed. Which, yeah, sometimes can mean up to 5 WIPs, but once I hit that number of active WIPs I put the pause on everything until something clears out, like a queue. Otherwise it really starts to feel... oppressive.
And writing can be difficult for a lot of reasons, but it should never feel oppressive. It should bring joy even when you're clenching your teeth and muttering darkly about characters being assholes and not doing what you want, or having to rewrite entire scenes because they don't work anymore.
Actually, I have a confession; I used to never edit. Like. Ever. It bored me. My brain would say, scene done, moving on, there's no looking back.
And honestly that was fine for how I felt at the time. But I'm glad I've learned to edit, to line edit, to accept with begrudging grace that oftentimes I do have to kill my darlings.
It's for the better. Even though I was kicking and screaming about it like a baby for the longest time.
(Maturity? Don't know her.)
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Feed my Inbox! 💞 Half-Pass & Half-Pipes Q&A
In celebration of Half-Pass and Half-Pipes being finished, marking my first full fledged *finished* writing project (that I have published on ao3) I'd love to do a little round of Q&A! So if you have any questions, comments, wishes for future stories in this AU, shoot me a message! 💞
Also in vein with the amazing Making-of-Monday initiated by our friend Palfriendpatine66 (not tagging you dear as to not to clog up your inbox!)
#eden rambles#my writing#writing q&a#making of monday#writing#star wars#obikin#half-pass and half-pipes
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Making of Monday
Today's MOM is a love letter to @fulcrum843 because apparently My Thing Right Now is emotional call out posts. You have all been warned...
My fics spend the greatest amount of time in the daydreaming phase, where I sit on them and spin all kinds of crazy ideas that will never work and don't even fit together until something resembling a plot. And then I brainstorm with a friend.
Authors: get yourself a cheerleader. Someone who is excited and enthusiastic and encouraging. Someone who loves the characters as much as you do. Who listens to all of your nonsense and says, and then what?
I have a lot of supportive friends cheering me on who I can turn to and I appreciate all of them and the help they've given me. But a special shout out goes to Eva because ALL of my big ideas - and plenty of others too - have started as a brainstorm with her. She listens patiently when I talk myself around in circles and work out what it is I'm going for. She asks clarifying questions and helps hammer out details. I regularly copy/paste entire chats into my docs to serve as a working outline for fics.
The biggest motivator for me to write is being excited about what I'm working on, and sharing and talking about my work with someone supportive who is just as excited about it as I am is the best way to build on that. It's why I ALWAYS show up for WIP Wednesday sometimes with a snippet I've written weeks before because I have nothing new, it's why I participate in probably too many ask games, and it's why I've sent @fulcrum843 literally thousands of messages about the nanny au and I'm sure I'll send more 😳
#making of monday#get yourself a cheerleader#thank you to everyone who has put up with me knocking on your metaphorical doors with “what if” questions#i appreciate and love you all
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[Making of Monday]
Joining this spiffy little idea, here's the literal piece of madness that got me started with writing my fics last spring. After watching S3 of Mando, I started trying to figure out the Bo-Katan age shit, and it led me to all this:
So, some of this is me trying to figure out different theories for Satine and Bo-Katan's ages (are they twins? is there a small age different? a big age gap?). Please don't put any stock into any of this shit. I am unwell and fixated way too hard on this for a few days.
But what ended up happening here was, I started thinking about the timeline and I was joking with my husband like, "Look at all the opportunities Satine and Obi-Wan had to hook up," and then I started writing.
And now look at me.
Insane.
Unhinged.
Literally working on a chapter right now.
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Making of Monday - too old for childish comforts
credit to @palfriendpatine66 for the idea
On Making of Monday, we share behind the scenes of one of our works past, present, or future. All the little things that would fit into a DVD bonus content section: cut scenes, outlines, director's writer's commentary, or basically any thing that didn't make it into the final version.
Send me an ask if you're interested in knowing little details about any particular fic!
Today on this first Making of Monday, I'm going to highlight some behind the scenes work from too old for childish comforts. You don't have to know anything about the fic, and nothing in this post is NSFW.
This fic is currently the 3rd longest I have written (although love's a hand-me-down brew may have just surpassed that), and the only long-ish fic I have successfully finished.
I'll be honest: I struggled a lot writing it. Several times over, I almost scrapped the entire thing, and when I posted it, I wasn't sure anyone would like it. Next time I attempt something that long, I will definitely have someone read it along the way so the doubt spiral doesn't hit me so bad.
The basic premise is Anakin and Obi-Wan go undercover as father and son. At one point when I was writing, I considered setting it during the events of the novel Clone Wars Siege: Stealth, wherein Anakin and Obi-Wan go undercover as cousins. I started reading the novel, and writing a few notes of how I would change things to fit the purpose of my fic. However, this would have set a dramatically different tone and ultimately it didn't fit with the story I wanted to tell, but I was extremely tempted.
Additionally, my original outline had a lot more focus on the plot. I wrote some scenes of Anakin going to school, trying to make friends. There was even a scene where Anakin accidentally found the bad guys they were looking for, but he couldn't break their cover since he was with a classmate at the time who he could not protect, so he was forced to take the drug that was being smuggled. It would have knocked him down harder than expected, and he would have had to call Obi-Wan to come rescue him, further making him feel like just a child.
But given it ended up being 25,000 words long without the plot, I'm glad I cut all that out. Besides, no one was reading it for the plot
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Making of Monday
Very impressed with some of the things I've seen as people sort out their fics.
My contribution to this new idea is that the other day I figured out the general order of events for the next chapter of "What Must Be Done." It's all in my head except the few hundred words I wrote yesterday morning.
I write lawlessly and without honor.
You all impress the hell out me.
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tired of being scared which means i have to open my heart again which means i have to feel the fear which opens the door for all the emotions stuck behind it
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Making Of Monday
What to do with plot bunnies.
I've found that one of the wonderful and terrible things about being a fic writer is all the many plot bunnies. They breed, the little bastards, and I'll never be able to write them all, sadly. I do enjoy playing with them though, just letting my mind run wild with a weird idea. They're something positive for my overactive brain to focus on, and for that I'm grateful.
But what to do with them.
Of course there are the ones I choose to work on, the ones that end up being more than just a plot bunny, but those are the special few. There are many that I should kill off, but I'm possessive and can't bring myself to just let them go, so I put them in deep freeze (stasis sleep) so I can find them at a later date. The list is now incredibly long, there are so many small and large iders just waiting for their chance, but I have no idea if I will ever return to them.
A few I've released, set them loose on Tumblr so that they might torment/inspire others, and I should do this more often, but like I said, I'm possessive of them, so it's difficult.
In my note app on my phone, I have a running list where I can quickly write down the pesky bunnies when they come to me, usually at the most inopportune times. It can be anything from a single sentence, or just the title, to something more.
This is my current list:
It's far from all my bunnies, as I'm constantly moving them to the deep freeze (a document on my PC) or promoting them into real plot ideas with their own note.
To have one last day with you
Ghost Ship
You're a pretty devil, I have to agree (Halloween fic angel and demon)
Same age Obi Luke Ani
The elven prince and his human, Elver Obi human Ani
To love a god is a terrible and wonderful thing
The dragon in the soul, Anakin turns in to a dragon
In to the woods, Quiobiani, Werewolves, Found in the woods, Forest time strange, Motorcycles
Hig treason, You are found guilty of having assinated the hig Chancellor and will be executed, They found Padmé in the crowd
Bride of the Dragon
Seeking comfort, Padawan and master sleep together, Ahsoka and Anakin didn't know it but with this they continued a tradition in their lineage.
The Pact, Sith and Jedi married every generation
So there is this very old peace treaty saying that in each generation of Sith and Jedi two will be designated to be 'married' to maintain peace and balance (this would probably be in a universe where there are more Sith)
The dark fairytales of the galaxy
R2 secret recordings, Luke discovers that R2 has recordings of sex between two hot men and a woman. He shares with Han and Leia… Unaware that it's their parents and Kenobi. Poor R2…
first kiss reveals a soulmate
fan meet, Anakin Obi and Padme are all fans of meet, modern
song fic, you are the reason, in the end
darkness, gone blind, living in darkness, turning to new other senses, the power of sight.
Feel free to ask about these, I would be thrilled, and if there is one you would like to adopt, abduct, make yours, let me know, I need to practice sharing and letting go.
#making of monday#fanfiction#writing#plot bunnies#star wars fan fic#sharing idears#what to do wiht them???#fan fic ideas#fanfic writing
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