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tamingthemuseTitle: The Ways of Writing
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Prompt #362 Malleable
Fandom: Original
Disclaimer: Mine !
Summary: Sometimes, stories grow up on their own and talk back to you.
A/N: This is basically a story about a girl who wrote a story, which is the first installement of a series I myself have been thinking of for sometime now (but without the background given in the present story). Ad I find it extremely difficult to come up with a better name than Criminal Minds for profiling-based stories.
Etta Neckson's office was an open space of neutral colors, furnished with the practical yet stylish furniture that reflected the seriousness and efficiency of its resident.
Rosalee knew it was complete bluff.
Not that Etta wasn't efficient. If she wasn't, Rose would never had chosen her as her agent – well, she wouldn't at least have worked with her for the last three years. But the whole "sharp as a shark" show the older woman put in pretense was merely that – pretense. Etta had a way to get the better out of her protege while acting as their BFF, figuring out how every one of them worked to be able to press the right button at the right time and make them exceed their own expectations. She was a kind of profiler in her own way, come to think of it. The author wondered sometimes how would it be if Etta started her own sect, like Jim Jones or Charles Manson ; she had promised herself she would exploit that idea in one of her books, one day. She already saw the fun and colorful universe the agent would create, and the crazy, hippy-like values she would lay as its basic philosophy. Rosalee smiled slightly. Yeah, after her last book, she thought it would be refreshing to work on a story like this.
"Tell me you're thinking about the next "Criminal Minds"", Etta said in a half-excited, half-bossy way, crossing her hands over her desk.
"Maybe", Rosalee replied smugly. She could make it work in the series, she guessed, but she wasn't sure she wanted to. "Criminal Minds" hadn't been meant to be a series when she wrote it, six months ago. In fact, it hadn't really been meant to be published in the first place. She had written the story of a potential, of a what-would-have-happened, something deeply personal she needed to get out of her brain. Etta had found out about it – it hadn't been that difficult, to be honest -, and somehow, the daydream born from a meeting had changed into a best-selling novel that called for a sequel – or, better, a whole bunch of sequels. It was like seeing your child shape-shift into a rogue demon, except it was a lot more cost-effective.
"I hope so. Matthew Hayton might be your ticket out of the romance section."
Maybe that was the problem.
Rosalee sighed deeply and sank a bit in her chair. Life was ironic. She had written "Criminal Minds" when she had dreamed of romancing some profiler she had helped on a disturbing case involving her previous books. Maybe it was because she was personally involved in the story, but the general feeling of the book had felt different from the romance crime novels she had been writing for a living. One could help but think how fake and cliché the romance section was, when the most personal romance an author could write felt out of it.
"You know, I'm not sure I can do better than "Criminal Minds". It was a one-time inspiration."
Etta gave her an understanding look. "Well, maybe" we should find that "one-time inspiration" and pay him a little visit sometime.
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Prompt #362 Malleable
Fandom: Original
Disclaimer: Mine !
Summary: Sometimes, stories grow up on their own and talk back to you.
A/N: This is basically a story about a girl who wrote a story, which is the first installement of a series I myself have been thinking of for sometime now (but without the background given in the present story). Ad I find it extremely difficult to come up with a better name than Criminal Minds for profiling-based stories.
Etta Neckson's office was an open space of neutral colors, furnished with the practical yet stylish furniture that reflected the seriousness and efficiency of its resident.
Rosalee knew it was complete bluff.
Not that Etta wasn't efficient. If she wasn't, Rose would never had chosen her as her agent – well, she wouldn't at least have worked with her for the last three years. But the whole "sharp as a shark" show the older woman put in pretense was merely that – pretense. Etta had a way to get the better out of her protege while acting as their BFF, figuring out how every one of them worked to be able to press the right button at the right time and make them exceed their own expectations. She was a kind of profiler in her own way, come to think of it. The author wondered sometimes how would it be if Etta started her own sect, like Jim Jones or Charles Manson ; she had promised herself she would exploit that idea in one of her books, one day. She already saw the fun and colorful universe the agent would create, and the crazy, hippy-like values she would lay as its basic philosophy. Rosalee smiled slightly. Yeah, after her last book, she thought it would be refreshing to work on a story like this.
"Tell me you're thinking about the next "Criminal Minds"", Etta said in a half-excited, half-bossy way, crossing her hands over her desk.
"Maybe", Rosalee replied smugly. She could make it work in the series, she guessed, but she wasn't sure she wanted to. "Criminal Minds" hadn't been meant to be a series when she wrote it, six months ago. In fact, it hadn't really been meant to be published in the first place. She had written the story of a potential, of a what-would-have-happened, something deeply personal she needed to get out of her brain. Etta had found out about it – it hadn't been that difficult, to be honest -, and somehow, the daydream born from a meeting had changed into a best-selling novel that called for a sequel – or, better, a whole bunch of sequels. It was like seeing your child shape-shift into a rogue demon, except it was a lot more cost-effective.
"I hope so. Matthew Hayton might be your ticket out of the romance section."
Maybe that was the problem.
Rosalee sighed deeply and sank a bit in her chair. Life was ironic. She had written "Criminal Minds" when she had dreamed of romancing some profiler she had helped on a disturbing case involving her previous books. Maybe it was because she was personally involved in the story, but the general feeling of the book had felt different from the romance crime novels she had been writing for a living. One could help but think how fake and cliché the romance section was, when the most personal romance an author could write felt out of it.
"You know, I'm not sure I can do better than "Criminal Minds". It was a one-time inspiration."
Etta gave her an understanding look. "Well, maybe" we should find that "one-time inspiration" and pay him a little visit sometime.
