I just added half a dozen odd fics to
keisarmy. Only the ones I don't hate. :P I reread them all as well, which was fun. There are some I wrote before Half-Blood Prince came out. Nothing older than that, I think, though I'm pretty sure I do
have things that were post-GoF, just, uh, not good ones.
The funny thing is, despite being a rabid Zerry-shipper these days, my three favourites are Dancers (Zacharias/Daphne), Glow (Cedric/Zacharias) and A Good Run (Zacharias/Ginny). Though the hints of romance in Dancers and AGR are very very minor parts of the story. They're also part of the quartet of short stories that were Zacharias+otherpersonfromoneofthe houses - A Good Run for Gryffindor, Flight for Hufflepuff, Chicken Scratch for Ravenclaw and Dancers for Slytherin.
Then I wrote Really Good Quidditch Players and had two for Gryffindor, which wasn't nealy as pretty. :P Re-reading that made me remember my plotbunny for Hermione and Zacharias
at the Slug Club Christmas party, though, which was not so much going to be a sequel to RGQP because they're a lot more civil at the party than would follow after how he responded to the invitation.
Really I just like Zacharias when he's antagonising people and being a brat.
It's fun watching how writing style changes, though. In some of the pieces for
30_somethings there are comedic asides, the whole mood is quite light-hearted. Like, "Anthony appears not to find this amusing. Really, Zacharias thinks, he is incredibly under-appreciated." Whereas when I read AGR and the older fic like that, it's a lot more emotive and somber. There aren't so many quips, extra details and things. It's a lot more upfront, without the subtleties and different layers. Which isn't a bad thing - I still like AGR, I still like Glow, I'm still getting
feedback for Glow. It's just a different style.
I have definitely grown as a writer, though. I think this is really just a sign that I have more range now. I can write quiet reflection, I can do Daphne's moral dilemma on whether to choose idealism or her family, I can do the resignation and defeat of Zacharias when faced with his only visitor after the final battle, or Terry's quiet hopefulness and reading too much into things. But I can also do the magic of going to the Yule Ball with a boy who seems so incredibly sure of himself, and wondering why he asked
you because that's everything you're not. And I can do Zacharias' more usual quirkiness, coping with stress and indecision the only way he knows how, by making himself into something larger than life and inherently noticeable.
Of course, I still struggle madly with anything that's longer to write than one sitting, my plots are weak and my endings leave a lot of things wide open and loose threads everywhere, but you know, that's okay. Because everyone has more to learn, and I'm only 22, and I have time to either figure out how to fix that stuff or refine the art of writing in a way so that it doesn't matter, to just avoid my weaknesses and focus on my strengths instead.
And the continuity in my
30_somethings is absolutely horrid. Zacharias' father has two different names, he and Daphne are happily (or not) talking about letters from her parents a few scant weeks after his father dies, and there's mention of his father going into St Mungo's for some unquantified illness but he dies as a victim to some kind of violent crime. So, you know, pretty much all of it's related to his father. :P A. Smith interferes with the space-time continuum!
And, uh, this was going to be a couple of sentences about re-posting fic, and instead has gone off on rambling tangents about writing. Terribly sorry.