Tonks love! And If you're going to tell me I suck, send evidence

[mhalachai]

First off: Tonks love! theregoesyamum has a great character profile up on Tonks: The Deconstruction of a Miss Nymphadora Tonks. In which Gun goes into the character, how Tonks is smart and blunt and fallible and real, and then the writer backs her shit up with evidence. Good times.

Second: You know, if you don't like what I'm doing in my stories, tell me. But give me evidence and specifics, not just "yeah, this licked, you hack." I'm willing to take criticism as much as anyone, but give me a hand and make it constructive, KTHNX.

PS No one actually said that my writing licks, or called me a hack. I'm paraphrasing.

Comments

[igeria.livejournal.com]

So, deleted my last comment because I fangirled you SO horribly and also pontificated endlessly. Sorry about that. To sum up: love your story, intrigued by your references to Nathaniel/Anita misunderstanding, knew Anita could not be reading it right. (Line "Jean Claude's silence told me everything I needed to know", even at time, immediately apparent as work of true evil genius.) Found something interesting, below, while rereading from the beginning. Looking forward to more.

Anyway I include my original question in case you were inclined to answer it, but otherwise I will just wait patiently until chapter 64 or beyond!

In Chapter 28 you wrote that Anita says to Nathaniel:

"But first, you need to open your marks so we can do this right."

"They are," he said. I paused, my hands on his waist. "They're always open. In case you need me."

Am I crazy? Well, yes, but to think this is important? I was so sure that he was angry that Anita did not even try to feel his marks all that time. But then he was there when Anita was giving her statement and said that she knew she couldn't feel Nathaniel and went in anyway. So I abandoned that theory, but then when I reread this I became intrigued by it again...

[mhalachaiswords.livejournal.com]

So, deleted my last comment because I fangirled you SO horribly and also pontificated endlessly.
I actually saw that comment before you deleted it; I rather liked it :D But it's all good. We're all friendly 'round here.

I was so sure that he was angry that Anita did not even try to feel his marks all that time. But then he was there when Anita was giving her statement and said that she knew she couldn't feel Nathaniel and went in anyway. So I abandoned that theory, but then when I reread this I became intrigued by it again...

As chapter 64 showed, Nathaniel was mad at Anita for a) being stupid and saving him and b) for not realizing he was in danger and getting there sooner. Two opposite things, but when he was trapped in that situation, all he could think of was that if Anita came to save him, she'd be killed. What does he want, in that light?

Poor guy.

The marks between Anita and Nathaniel is something I need to expand on a little more before future chapters. Thanks for the reminder :)

And feel free to ramble any time. As proven by my verbosity, you're in good company :)

[igeria.livejournal.com]

Oh, every time you mention "future chapters" my heart goes pitter-pat.

Of course they are two opposite things. That was what was confusing me, because I assumed it would be either/or without thinking about it. But the contradiction is a very human real-life one, if easy to forget while reading a less insightful type of fiction. I forgot who I was dealing with. :) (I love that feeling while reading, when something hits you simultaneously as so true to life/character and yet so totally unexpected. I forget where that happened in the last Harry section right now, but it totally did.)

The marks between Anita and Nathaniel is something I need to expand on a little more before future chapters. Thanks for the reminder :)

NO PROBLEM I am SO looking forward to it!!!

And thanks :) since you don't mind, perhaps I will stop limiting myself to five or six word reviews, but in the future I will at least wait until I have calmed down somewhat before posting. Trust me. You haven't seen the worst of my enthusiasm.