I have begun this fanfic in a (perhaps vain,) effort to coax my begrudging mind from retirement, and better understand my own process in my currently neglected work of original fiction. Thus, I am not going to insist upon some great, well timed story arch within this peice, but will rather use it as a sort of writer's sketch book of technique, conversations, jokes, character study, and perhaps even poetry. More often than not I'll include commentary at the end of each chapter about my process, inspirations, or the direction of the characters and their psyches. Selfishly, this is more for me than it is for the reader. (If there are readers.) However, is someone would like to comment about any part of my work, I'd be more than happy to read even the drollest of opinions.
It should be confessed that I am not a scholar of the Greek classics, and it's been nearly half a decade since I've last cracked The Iliad. Most of the geography of this story will come solely from my ass- of which an atlas it is not. Also, Hector and Patroclus should not be considered necessarily in character with the movie's protrayal, but (hopefully,) will take on the life I force upon them. I love Eric Bana's physicality as Hector in the film, and will use his form as inspiration here. However, I've written Patroclus to be a different hue from the stereotypical jock-like Gerret Hedlund, and hope my descriptions will be sustenance enough to flesh him out in his world.
Relationships on paper do not come any easier than relationships in the waking world. Falling in love is sometimes honest and sometimes just a delusion you convince yourself is real. Either way this turns out, I'll try to stick through it for better or worse. After all, you lose 100% of the races you start, but then get sidetracked and distracted, or give up on and instead end sitting in a fast food parking lot with your college roommate discussing how fat you're both getting.