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Oct. 17th, 2010 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreToday in What The Hell, How Is This My Brain, I Don't Even Know:
So, when I work on Sunday, it is a shelving day. That's pretty much all I do all day long - shelve books. It's cool though, because I like shelving to a certain degree and because I get to spend the time telling myself stories. These vary between things that I'd actually like to write down eventually and terribly indulgent mental fanfic. Sometimes, they continue for weeks and sometimes they're one-shots. I always enjoy them.
Today, I didn't have a continuing story I wanted to play with and had no new inspiration biting especially hard, so I did my normal thing and let my brain just sort of drift and shuffle through the pack of cards that is my favorite tropes and character types. And today, my brain settled on vaguely Innsmouth-inspired fish people. Cool, I thought. Fish people are great and I haven't done anything Lovecraftian for several months, since my brain stopped being All Re-Animator All the Time. And Innsmouth means that the fish people can be cultists, which is even better.
So I'm bopping along, thinking about fish people. And, since my stories are all about feeding into my personal story preferences, it eventually turned into creepy fish people romance. Because who doesn't want creepy fish people in love? Surely that has a universal appeal.
However, there comes a point when one realizes that one has been making up a story in which there are fish people performing eldritch rites naked in a river and eventually there is going to be fish people sex and one has spent the last few minutes considering the erotic possibilities of gill slits.* While shelving in the children's library.
At which point I started wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
Fortunately, fairly soon after that, I got to go home.
*I don't personally find gill slits to be particularly sexy but I imagine that fish people - and especially (as these were) the kind of latter-generation Innsmouth folk who sort of fetishize that which is more fishy than human - definitely would.
So, when I work on Sunday, it is a shelving day. That's pretty much all I do all day long - shelve books. It's cool though, because I like shelving to a certain degree and because I get to spend the time telling myself stories. These vary between things that I'd actually like to write down eventually and terribly indulgent mental fanfic. Sometimes, they continue for weeks and sometimes they're one-shots. I always enjoy them.
Today, I didn't have a continuing story I wanted to play with and had no new inspiration biting especially hard, so I did my normal thing and let my brain just sort of drift and shuffle through the pack of cards that is my favorite tropes and character types. And today, my brain settled on vaguely Innsmouth-inspired fish people. Cool, I thought. Fish people are great and I haven't done anything Lovecraftian for several months, since my brain stopped being All Re-Animator All the Time. And Innsmouth means that the fish people can be cultists, which is even better.
So I'm bopping along, thinking about fish people. And, since my stories are all about feeding into my personal story preferences, it eventually turned into creepy fish people romance. Because who doesn't want creepy fish people in love? Surely that has a universal appeal.
However, there comes a point when one realizes that one has been making up a story in which there are fish people performing eldritch rites naked in a river and eventually there is going to be fish people sex and one has spent the last few minutes considering the erotic possibilities of gill slits.* While shelving in the children's library.
At which point I started wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
Fortunately, fairly soon after that, I got to go home.
*I don't personally find gill slits to be particularly sexy but I imagine that fish people - and especially (as these were) the kind of latter-generation Innsmouth folk who sort of fetishize that which is more fishy than human - definitely would.
