First, my daughter informs me, my idea of fan fiction isn’t what the internet expects. I try hard to avoid romantic entanglements in my fan-induced fantasies set in someone else’s world. My first forays into fan fantasy were stories about a Vulcan female in Star Fleet or a half-Romulan love child of Spock and a Romulan commander (you know who I mean). My early attempts to turn my idle fantasies into written word often ended in unfinished stories.
I had planned to attempt to write a modern piece, based on a current show that has sparked my imagination. I have a character. I have a story. But the details keep changing every time I drag out into view. I know what she is, but her relationship to the shows central character keeps changing. Is she his aunt or his grandmother? Does she save the day or just lend a helping hand?
A lot of the uncertainty is driven by how I feel on the day that I call forth my “episode” of the show. I find that I am too deeply connected to my characters. And I also have discovered that I am loath to share when I have a vested interest in the well-being of the character. Perhaps I should focus on the characters that I care the least about or dislike the most.