Part 2....
I don't write about Bucky because I'm a fan of Sebastian Stan...because I'm not. Given the way he's behaved toward a very dear friend of mine, I don't particularly like the man at all (yes, I'm aware that I don't really know him; I only know surface-y stuff, and what's shared with me, so I don't have the full picture of who he is...and, again, how he's treated my friend doesn't sit well with me). The man is not the characters he portrays. He's a separate, fully-autonomous individual (something that many Bucky "fans"—gods, I detest that word, because it's now synonymous with toxic, parasocial, delusional behaviour—seem unable to accept).
The fact is, though, that he's become the face of Bucky. Which means that, even though I'm fully aware that he is a completely separate, unique entity, there is some overlap (even if it's just in the appearance department...and, as an author who knows that descriptive text makes a story better, that becomes a bit of a sticky wicket).
I'm tired of Sebastian Stan. And, even though I refuse to give him any power over my favorite character, the fact is that, currently, every time I try to write Bucky, my brain inevitably lumps Sebastian in with him. Which means that I cannot write the story so that it's energetically clean...and I refuse to publish something that's 'scudgy'.
As I stated earlier, Stardust will be finished. I just have to finish it the right way.
Now, for The Fall.
…To be continued….