||[Oct. 6th, 2007|08:45 pm]
The DC Day in the Life Challenge
Before you read this, there’s something I need to explain.
So. This community has been open for only a few weeks, and already it’s getting to be… can I call it touching?
My own entry turned out to be amongst the more humorous ones –I have no trauma or pain to speak of and for that I’m grateful. And… then I saw other entries. I know for a fact that most, though not necessarily all, of the fics here are going to be self inserts.
Somewhere out there a woman understands Barbara Gordon’s hell. Someone else misses a brother like Hank Hall. Watched their parents shot down. Someone else is stuck nightshift at McDonalds and has had more than a few customers she might well want to smack.
When we read an entry on this site, what we’re reading is a fictional story based on truth. We’re reading but a fraction of the writer’s real pain and past. Understanding it in a way we otherwise might not. And… in some ways it makes me understand how and why we relate to these fictional beings. What of our real lives we put into them.
I’m nota survivor. I’m nothing special, not even in the DCU where everyone, it seems, has a purpose and meaning. But I have watched these things happen and… I guess, even if on only the most simple, basic, unconnected level, I understand too, a little.
But only a little.
So… yes. This is technically a sequel to: Loglines, and it’s not intended to be nearly as humorous. Details under the cut, because there’s no room here.
( I’m not a patriot. But I’ve met the queen. She’s kinda cool.Collapse )