Authors note: It has been said recently, that short is bad.. but this story
comes in short bits for me, written as a reward to myself for getting other
bits of writing done. So, I share it with you, I hope you find some value
in it. I know I'm enjoying writing it!
It was very difficult to know what kind of story he should write. When the idea had first come to him, he thought it would be easy. Shuichi wasn't a complex person on the surface. Eiri closed his eyes and pressed his thumb to the lines forming between his eyebrows. Diamonds weren't complex when you first looked at them either. He shook his head, shaking still slightly damp hair, then yawned.
Shuichi would be home in three days. His editor wanted to see the preliminary draft in two. And yet he sat there staring at the outline. It wasn't a complex story. The editor's boss had called it a 'gay fairytale' and didn't think it would sell. At which point, Yuki had told them that he had sufficient funds in his account to publish Shuichi's story independently, sufficient value in his own name to make it work, and perhaps he could even get Nittle Grasper to do a sound track to go with it. Did they want the story or not?
He closed his eyes that he hadn't realized he'd opened and told his rebellious stomach to stop flopping around like an indignant caught fish. This story did this to him, because it mattered. It told a real story, a story of his own heart, not some flashy story for someone else. Knowing that did not make him not want to puke.
Maybe it would have been easier to put it down on paper, with a typewriter, the way his first novel had been written. One key striking the virgin white paper at a time, ink on paper forever. Not like the laptop. Two key strokes and the all would disappear, except that it wouldn't. This story wouldn't leave him.
There on the screen he started again
Prince of Dreams: the impossible heart By Yuki Eiri
And the cursor sat there, blinking.
The galaxy of love and respect he felt for Shuichi would never fit in a paragraph, not even if he'd done the outline already. If Shuichi were here, maybe it would be easier.
Two days. He had two days to turn this in. He wanted this story under the same imprint as his other books, wanted it to have the same respect and status. And so what if the characters were really Shindo Shuichi and Yuki Eiri and not some ideal man and ideal woman?
He tapped out a cigarette. Twenty thousand words. He could do twenty thousand words in two days. Sure he could.
At the editor's office..
The paper trembled in his fingers. Gay. Steel gray eyes read over the plot outline once again. Sleeping beauty does Cinderella and they're both male. Perversion. It was perversion.
Yuki Eiri wanted something more real in his writing, the cover letter said, more true to his heart. John laid the outline back down and closed the folder. It wasn't his desk. He didn't get a say in the matters of what could be published and what couldn't. He was just the janitor, a nobody, but unlike them, he knew right from wrong and if Yuki Eiri wanted to write something close to his heart. Well, he could write about the vengeance of God too. Sleeping beauty. John knew just thing for that obscene pink haired singer. Just the thing.
It was very difficult to know what kind of story he should write. When the idea had first come to him, he thought it would be easy. Shuichi wasn't a complex person on the surface. Eiri closed his eyes and pressed his thumb to the lines forming between his eyebrows. Diamonds weren't complex when you first looked at them either. He shook his head, shaking still slightly damp hair, then yawned.
Shuichi would be home in three days. His editor wanted to see the preliminary draft in two. And yet he sat there staring at the outline. It wasn't a complex story. The editor's boss had called it a 'gay fairytale' and didn't think it would sell. At which point, Yuki had told them that he had sufficient funds in his account to publish Shuichi's story independently, sufficient value in his own name to make it work, and perhaps he could even get Nittle Grasper to do a sound track to go with it. Did they want the story or not?
He closed his eyes that he hadn't realized he'd opened and told his rebellious stomach to stop flopping around like an indignant caught fish. This story did this to him, because it mattered. It told a real story, a story of his own heart, not some flashy story for someone else. Knowing that did not make him not want to puke.
Maybe it would have been easier to put it down on paper, with a typewriter, the way his first novel had been written. One key striking the virgin white paper at a time, ink on paper forever. Not like the laptop. Two key strokes and the all would disappear, except that it wouldn't. This story wouldn't leave him.
There on the screen he started again
Prince of Dreams: the impossible heart By Yuki Eiri
And the cursor sat there, blinking.
The galaxy of love and respect he felt for Shuichi would never fit in a paragraph, not even if he'd done the outline already. If Shuichi were here, maybe it would be easier.
Two days. He had two days to turn this in. He wanted this story under the same imprint as his other books, wanted it to have the same respect and status. And so what if the characters were really Shindo Shuichi and Yuki Eiri and not some ideal man and ideal woman?
He tapped out a cigarette. Twenty thousand words. He could do twenty thousand words in two days. Sure he could.
At the editor's office..
The paper trembled in his fingers. Gay. Steel gray eyes read over the plot outline once again. Sleeping beauty does Cinderella and they're both male. Perversion. It was perversion.
Yuki Eiri wanted something more real in his writing, the cover letter said, more true to his heart. John laid the outline back down and closed the folder. It wasn't his desk. He didn't get a say in the matters of what could be published and what couldn't. He was just the janitor, a nobody, but unlike them, he knew right from wrong and if Yuki Eiri wanted to write something close to his heart. Well, he could write about the vengeance of God too. Sleeping beauty. John knew just thing for that obscene pink haired singer. Just the thing.