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Just ... I've noticed, writing the Five, that the writing ... changes, depending on which of them I'm focusing on. Of course, my writing always changes with different characters, but it's ... interesting, the shape of it with the Five.
With Nigel, it's ... solid, steady, dirty and present and grounded. Things happen moment to moment, in Nigel's world, and are solidly linked. With Helen ... there's always this sense of repressed energy, just running under the surface of her, and the writing sort of ... sparks around her. Ideas catch around each other. With James, things are more ... the word 'delicate' springs to mind, though perhaps 'precise' may be better, a series of exacted points threaded together. With John ... oh, with John, it's dark and airy, a skim across some vast dark space, surging sometimes against something, rich and bright.
And Nikola ... it's hard to tell, for me, simply because all my stories have sort of been about him so far. *grins sheepishly* But ... He feels somewhat like Helen, in some ways, in that there's always this current of energy, this rush from idea to idea, but with him ... there's a darker undercurrent to his, something a little like John. But with Nikola, the energy is rushing over the dark spaces, while with John, it's rushing from it. If ... that makes any sense at all.
*blinks some* And it has just occurred to me that all of that is rather strange, and I should probably shut up now. *grins* Brought to you by random introspection, and apologies. Heh.
With Nigel, it's ... solid, steady, dirty and present and grounded. Things happen moment to moment, in Nigel's world, and are solidly linked. With Helen ... there's always this sense of repressed energy, just running under the surface of her, and the writing sort of ... sparks around her. Ideas catch around each other. With James, things are more ... the word 'delicate' springs to mind, though perhaps 'precise' may be better, a series of exacted points threaded together. With John ... oh, with John, it's dark and airy, a skim across some vast dark space, surging sometimes against something, rich and bright.
And Nikola ... it's hard to tell, for me, simply because all my stories have sort of been about him so far. *grins sheepishly* But ... He feels somewhat like Helen, in some ways, in that there's always this current of energy, this rush from idea to idea, but with him ... there's a darker undercurrent to his, something a little like John. But with Nikola, the energy is rushing over the dark spaces, while with John, it's rushing from it. If ... that makes any sense at all.
*blinks some* And it has just occurred to me that all of that is rather strange, and I should probably shut up now. *grins* Brought to you by random introspection, and apologies. Heh.