I’m naturally introspective. I think, usually too often and too much, analyzing everything. This is especially true of milestones and anniversaries, and the process of writing the end of Counterpoint has been no different.
In many ways, Counterpoint is the greatest gift my involvement in fic has given me. It started as a simple writing exercise in narrative voice when I asked myself if I could create a narrative voice that was distinctly male, then expanding into a full-blown study in perspective—how two people can take two completely different things from the same experience, and context can change the entire landscape of a story. I’ve grown so much through the process of writing it—as an artist and a human being, and I am eternally grateful for this.
There is one chapter remaining of Counterpoint, but it’s not the end of these characters. I owe several Fandom Gives Back pieces from Eclipse, and many winners have asked for more Youngward. Speaking of Fandom Gives Back, after much thought I have decided I will not be participating in this round. I massively overextended myself last time, and I cannot in good conscience commit to additional projects when I still have so many outstanding obligations. Perhaps after I’ve caught up (and I will catch up; I take my commitments very seriously), I’ll do the next round.
Many reviewers have commented that the last chapter of Counterpoint was not nearly as graphic as they’d thought it would be. There was one part in particular that concerned me:
I didn’t want to rush it; it was all too significant. It wasn’t about fetishes or my fascination with her backside—it was about her giving herself to me in a way in which she’d never given herself to another human being. Taking her in the ass was just a metaphor—a hard-on inducing, fantasy-worthy, fantastically kinky metaphor. Her days of holding out on me were over. Wanting to express my gratitude, I fell to my knees and kissed her—trailing my tongue over both where my fingers had just been and where I knew they were about to go—before rising to my feet and making the necessary preparations.
I will now admit to being stressed about a rim job. Even slash writers tend to avoid writing them, as many readers are squicked by them. However, I felt strongly that it was in character and needed to be included, that as a precursor to the act that causes B so much pain, it needed to be clear that Youngward was not just thinking about his own gratification.
I hope this came through.
As always, thanks for reading, and I hope everyone has a great week.