You know how some of the stories you write end up being your darlings, not because they’re particularly good, but because of how writing them made you feel or you put a lot of yourself into them or both, and every bit of feedback feels like someone appreciating not just your story but a little piece of your soul?
A. N. I am currently obsessed with both The Kingkiller Chronicle and Hamilton, and immediately saw a parallel between the two characters. Not to mention, Patrick Rothfuss and Lin Manuel Miranda are huge fans of each others work. So compare and contrast. Also, this is using the fictional
portrayal of Hamilton as he is portrayed in the musical. (And there are many Hamilton puns in here, so try to spot them all) (Also, this is only part one, so stay tuned. I feel like I only scraped the tip of the ice berg on this one)
similarities between Kvothe and Hamilton struck me at the line, “He looked
at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid,” which just sounds like something
Kvothe would say. From then on, the similarities came one after another.
Their origin stories start out similarly. They are orphans at young ages, who
then must take care of themselves using their brilliant minds. They are constantly
struggling with money, always on the verge of being broke. They struggle with
material goods, always impulsive when they should really focus on more using
their mind. Instead, they act on the spot, thinking of one or two outcomes
instead of all the potential results, unable to say no to temptation. Examples include jumping off a building,
bringing fire into a library, showing up your professor, publishing details
about your affair, and participating in duels. (#smartpeopledoingdumbthings) They are past patiently waiting, only seeing their goals, they do not see how others could be affected by their
actions or the consequences of their actions.
Kvothe and Hamilton are both
self-centered. It didn’t start out as a negative trait. They were both on their
own for years, with no one looking after them except themselves. Kvothe was in
Tarben for years on his own and Hamilton was orphaned at a young age when he
still lived in the Caribbean. Even though he was funded to go to America to get his education, he
was still alone when he first arrived. This was a survival skill for them*.
When they make friends and depend on them, it is hard for them to adjust to understanding
that other people need then as much, which causes them to accidentally hurt
others. This manifests differently in each of them. Hamilton’s actions affect
people more while Kvothe’s isolation from others affects his relationships with
his friends. They self-sabotage, making their lives more difficult because they
do not trust anyone.
There’s a not about Hamilton, historically and fictionally, about how he says more when he says nothing at all (131). This also describes Kvothe, who is chatty, opinionated, and charming, but always clams about his family, the Chardrian, and Denna (well, denial). In The Wise Man’s Fear, Simmon and Wil ask him if he is one of the Edema Ruh, a fact the reader’s know, as he brags about it in telling his story years later, but does not reveal to his closest friends at the time until directly confronted. They know virtually nothing about his past, and have only made assumptions about him. Kvothe keeps his friends at arms length out of habit, despite how much he cares for them. It doesn’t occur to him to share more about his past. And neither do Wil and Sim, come to think of it. No wonder they gravitate towards each.
The At My Back series by SallyExactly is one of the best pieces of fiction I have ever read, fic or otherwise (Natasha & Clint & SHIELD, every chapter a full length mission, treating both of the characters with so much respect and depth and so well written that it honestly ruined me for both MCU canon and MCU fic)
and My Graceless Heart by the_moonmoth is one of those pieces that has stuck with me so deeply I can never quite move on. It’s advertised as Sansa/Sandor but that’s incidental – it’s about Sansa and trauma and healing and how ugly it can be.
I don’t read fandom poetry bc I am incredibly picky about poetry and when I was first starting to read fic I accidentally read some really awful fic poems and haven’t been able to move past that grudge SO.
38. Do you reread your own stories?
Oh, absolutely. Not frequently, and not all of them – I tried to reread the enemy unprepared once and couldn’t stand it and nearly deleted it but every once in a while when I’m feeling bad about my current projects I’ll go back and reread and remind myself that when I’m not totally sick of myself I’m a pretty good writer and everything seems better from a distance.
The Signs as Florence + The Machine’s - “Shake It Out” Lyrics
Aries: “And I am done with my graceless heart, so tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart.” Taurus: “Regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments.” Gemini: “'Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me.”
Cancer: “I can see no way and all of the ghouls come out to play.”
Leo: “And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back so shake him off, oh whoa.” Virgo: “And given half the chance would I take any of it back.” Libra: “And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t, so here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.” Scorpio: “I can see no way, I’m always dragging that horse around.” Sagittarius: “Well what the hell I’m gonna let it happen to me, yeah.” Capricorn:
“And every demon wants his pound of flesh but I like to keep some things to myself.”
Aquarius: “It’s a fine romance but it’s left me so undone.” Pisces: “'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn, it’s always darkest before the dawn.”
Luck by American Authors
I’m sorry, brother, I know I let you down.
I’m sorry for how I up and left this town.
Please just listen, because I don’t ask for much.
I am my own man. I make my own luck.
The Call by Regina Spektor
You’ll come back when they call you.
No need to say good-bye.
Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford&Sons
You brought me out of the cold,
but how I long, oh I long to grow old./
I will call you by name.
I will share your road.
Alone Together by Fall Out Boy
I don’t know where you’re going
but do you have room for one more troubled soul?
I don’t know where I’m going
but I don’t think I’m coming home.
Shake It Out by Florence and the Machine
I am done with my graceless heart,
so tonight I’m going to cut it out and then restart.
‘Cause I like to keep my issues drawn.
It’s always darkest before the dawn.
Given have the chance would I give any of it back?
Songs for Lonely Giants by the Mountain Goats
No one washed behind my ears.
High in the trees, alone for years.
My Fault by Imagine Dragons
Walking out to the water’s edge,
asking why I’m here instead of home.
Now I stand alone.
Long Live by Taylor Swift
Long live all the mountains we moved.
I had the time of my life
fighting dragons with you.
Mercury by Sleeping at Last
I am desperate, if nothing else.
In a holding pattern to find myself.
Maybe Sprout Wings by the Mountain Goats
I thought of old friends,
the ones who’d gone missing.
Said all their names three times.
Phantoms in the early dark,
canaries in the mines.
Some Nights by fun.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost.
Oh, lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for.
Brother (Acoustic) by NEEDTOBREATHE
Brother, let me be your shelter.
I’ll never leave you all alone.
I can be the one you call when you’re low.
Wake Me Up (Acoustic) by Aloe Blacc
They tell me I’m too young to understand.
They say I’m caught up in a dream.
They say that life will pass me up if I don’t open up my eyes.
Well, that’s fine by me.
Easy Come, Easy Go by the Decemberists
Limber Jack, he landed on his back.
He was betting on the netting
When the rigging when slack./
His mother is another
who will never get him back.
Stubborn Beast by Bear’s Den
By your window sits a picture full of strangers.
Always looking down on you.
Always sticking around for you.
They were always looking around for you,
never able to find you.
The Cave by Mumford&Sons
I’ll find strength in pain,
And I’ll change my ways.
I’ll know my name as it’s called again.
Out on My Own by Gabrielle Aplin
I think I’ve outgrown my home.
I have a song in my heart.
And just like life it has
a middle, an end, a start.
Keep Your Head Up by Ben Howard
I saw a friend of mine the other day
And he told me that my eyes were gleaming.
And I said I’d been away and he knew
He knew the depths I was meaning.
Talewind by Jared & The Mill
Before me lies the highway and behind me lies the lie.
It slipped through teeth and never caught my eyes. /
You need belief because they’ll bury you.
So pack your things and find yourself.