So even though 2005 was probably the least productive fic year ever, I noticed as I compiled the list that I at least branched out in terms of writing. I went from being an almost exclusively Clark-based writer in 2004 (Omiai being the biggest example) to almost 50/50 Lex and Clark POV (with a few others thrown in for variety, natch). I also got far, far dirtier. I think I've had more NC-17 ratings this year than any other kind. I wrote in 2 new fandoms, one of which I will almost certainly return to (SPN). I stuck closer to canon than ever, in many stories, avoiding the shiny shiny lure of the AU. But it got me thinking... what do I want to do for fic in 2006?

A meme! Feel free to steal if you like.

1. My Fandoms: (more fandoms? fewer? one fandom you're dying to try?)

2. My POVs: (is there a character on the sideline who needs a voice? do you always avoid one half of your pairing? or do you want to try writing in 2nd or 1st person?)

3. My Genres: (do you need more funny? more angst? more plotty goodness? less death!fic? more canon, less future? a really good AU?)

4. My Creative Style: (do you want to improv a story? work from wee little prompts? or finally train yourself to plan your plot in advance and stick to it?)

5. My Unfinished Works: (what are you secretly working on? what do you want to abandon at the roadside like so much flattened hedgehog?)

6. My Plot Bunnies: (what ideas will not let you go? do you want to start feeding your muses? or do you want to start sifting through your hundreds of bunnies with more selective eyes?)

7. The One Thing I'd Die To Be Able To Write: (a murder mystery AU where Lex is a castrato? Oh, no, wait -- that's mine. But you get the idea.)

My own version's under the cut tag.



1. My Fandoms: I want to write more SPN! Ooh, and maybe SPN RPS. I want to write Voogie. And now I have the first season on DVD (thanks, iykwim!), I might even try Veronica Mars! Of course, I don't think SV is about to let me go, but writing different characters sounds wonderfully appealing, too.

2. My POVs: I want to write a Lex who is as cool as he needs to be. A problem with being such a spazz myself is that it's much harder to get inside the heads of characters who are socially ept. I always suspect that everyone is secretly as goofy as I am on the inside. I'd also like to write a good solid Jonathan POV fic. I don't get that guy. As for narrative voice -- I still dislike stepping outside of 3rd person limited. Maybe that'd be a good wall to break down.

3. My Genres: Well, I think I've finally drowned my little 'I can't write plot' insecurity. Because I can write plot. I just HATE doing it. *glares at Constellation* And I do love writing humour, and angst comes when it wants to. What I'd love to do is get into something like a mystery, or try a really cinematic style.

4. My Unfinished Works: Oh Lordy. Who thought up these questions? *g* This requires a new paragraph.

Of course, I want to finish Constellation, as evil as the story is. I have invested 250 pages into it, so I'm not stopping now. Dammit.

My other unfinished WiP (Clark Kent Woke Up Canadian) will take 5 hours and a few polls to wrap up. I should really do that.

I also have a little Chloe-POV ficlet growing on my desktop. I loff it, but it has No Plot. And not even in the sex way.

5. My Plot Bunnies: Again with the new paragraph.

Well, I do have a Lex-as-Lois bunny that is a persistent little mofo. What kills me about bunnies is not the *idea* -- those I can ignore. It's the 2 or 5 pages that I wrote once upon a time that I occasionally rediscover. And they're *good* and they *taunt* me.

"I'm attracted to people," Lex said abruptly, using the brusqueness of his tone to cover any potential immediate applications of that phrase. "The packaging matters, yes, but the shape doesn't. And as far as I'm concerned, if I came across the perfect person -- the perfect mate or lover or however you want to describe it -- it wouldn't matter for a second how many X chromosomes they had. Hell, I wouldn't care if they had *any*, if they were right for me."

Somewhere in this drunken rant, Lex's eyes had fixed on Clark's, and now they were staring at each other with a kind of unfocused steadiness. "Don't you think that's reasonable?" Lex asked, and his voice had melted between sentences, because now it was as liquid as the scotch in Lex's hand. "I mean, if you really loved someone, couldn't you love them in any form?"

There was a stunningly hot second where Clark just looked at Lex, his mouth slightly open, and Lex believed, absolutely, that this was it, this was the time when Clark would get up from the couch and walk over to Lex and finally kiss him and all these years of fucking horrible longing would be at an end.

Then something skittered away, something shifted, and Clark was sitting up, he was shaking his head. "But I wouldn't even consider a person if --" he said, quickly. "I mean ... Maybe I'm shallow, Lex, but I couldn't." It was too serious, suddenly, too specific, and so Lex saved them both from falling into alcohol-induced melancholy.

"Because of the boobs," Lex grinned, pretending with all his might that nothing had just happened.

It took a second for Clark to adjust, but Lex was soon rewarded with a grin. "Because of the boobs," he agreed, nodding.

What else? Oh, yes, the ever-plotless and ever-alluring Morning Clex:

Clark walked into the room with a bowl of cereal in one hand and a spoon in the other, munching on something almost certainly containing toxic amounts of starch and sugar. Glancing up, he cast Lex a wicked smile and strode towards where Lex was sitting on the couch.

“You’re just getting up?” Lex asked censoriously, trying to look unhurried as he folded up the morning paper, because he knew what was coming next.

Clark’s grin resurfaced as he descended, one knee on either side of Lex’s hips, the bowl perched on the back of the couch, the milky spoon brushing Lex’s cheek as Clark got comfortable. “You’ve been up for hours,” Clark drawled in his best Lex voice (which sounded nothing like Lex), “and you’ve already had time to take out several unstable small corporations while I was just lying in bed.” A flash of playful tongue, and Lex was fighting against a compulsion to smile back. “All by myself, all alone in bed,” Clark appended meaningfully.

Of course, there's also Hooker!Sammy and that Ethel Mackenzie thing I promised a couple months ago, and (terrifyingly) I've started writing Doogie Howser slash (*waves at iykwim again).

6. The One Thing I'd Die To Be Able To Write: Hmm. I could be cynical and say, "something good", but I'll be slightly less cynical and say, "something truly original". That'd be very cool.