These are the Editing Notes for my FFVII fanfiction Northern Lights (which you can find at the end of that link). I will be discussing a myriad of topics along with my frequently tangential and harried editing process. You should be able to garner some enjoyment and insight from this without having read the story and/or without prior knowledge of the original game, but if you’re a fan of paranormal romance and/or dark fantasy, you may find it to your liking. The story will be spoiled in this editing examination, though I will do my best to mark spoilers for any other narratives I mention. Thanks for your interest and enjoy!
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Welcome to the second edit of Chapter 7. Yeah, I sound uber stoked. Not that I’m not excited for the editing or the blog, it’s just been a rough couple of days. Let’s just say that things never turn out the way you plan/expect, and it can be very disheartening. But I’m not going to bore you with my stupid life; I’d rather bore you with my stupid story 😉
I always try not to write exactly the same sentence as the one prior in terms of style. So no two sentences in a row start with “The” or a gerund or the same name (or I attempt not to let this occur). Readers tend to get bored of the same sentence type over and over again. Sometimes readers aren’t morons (except when they are).
The coat thing is really bugging me. I don’t think he would remove hers. It’s too invasive/obtrusive. Also the glove thing. I want to say Sephiroth’s still wearing his gloves because he only really removes them when Aeris asks him to at this point. I…don’t think I’m really clear about the gloves actually. I never say whether he keeps them on or off. Ah well, it’s going to be one of those things that could be either or. I think the bank thing also astonishes her because it’s so normal.
I know I’ve mentioned my angel head canon. Well one of the major things about angels is they have stars swimming in their eyes like universes untold…except for fallen, so Sephiroth does not have stars inherent in emerald, only the reflection of light so cold. That’s why the stars “melt in emerald” oooooor they did before I changed it. Huh, this editing session is full of fail today, isn’t it?
I suppose it’s fitting…these past few days have definitely matched. Ugh, it’s not even maudlin Mondays, readers. Tis the Thursday before Halloween *sigh* Anyway…Seph hates any references to himself as “the general” at this point. It’s a staunch reminder of the past. When they’re outside under the starlight, he’s pretty much expecting her hatred and derision to fall upon him in full force. What else can he expect? It’s what he’s been waiting for, but she gives him nothing but kindness. Not…quite the word I’m looking for (see above picture).