blocked writer is blocked
OMG blockage.
It's one thing to be a little blocked on fic because you signed up for a BigBang and are freaking out about it a little. And by you I mean me.
It's another thing to be blocked at work, on deadline. I spent most of the afternoon shouting at my colleagues: "who will write this script for me?" and "Why haven't you written my script yet?" and "Why don't these things just write themselves?!"
I've lost the plot, totally. And so have my colleagues, so it's this sort of conundrum where we sit in the basement, bored out of our minds, while the work piles up. I blame the weather. I blame the fact that there is fuckall on TV. We've become obsessed with this criminal case that we read about in the Washington Post. So we talk about that a lot. Anyone that has a new theory can provide at least 30 minutes' worth of entertainment for everyone.
And French Geek plays Lily Allen's "fuck you" song at least three times a day. In this respect, we are lucky to work in a basement, especially on days where the management forgets about us!
I really miss Stargate: Atlantis and I feel like I am the only one. *sad face* Remember when it was the shiny new fandom? AH SHINY NEW FANDOMS. I was excited at first last night when I saw Merlin on the Taxi TV. NBC seems to be doing a lot to promote the show... and there he was, Colin Morgan, in the back of my taxi. I was overjoyed. Then I thought about how if it becomes mainstreamed in America, it's likely to be much less gay. And that made me sad.
I wonder if that would really happen. Like the producers of the show would think, "hey, we better tone down the homoerotic here so we can keep selling product in the US." Or would they say, "fuck you, US, we're going to have them kiss next season!" (Morgana is in Merlin's body of course, or somesuch thing, I'm sure). This leads me to my main complaint about life - there isn't enough gay text. Not really enough subtext for me, either. I'm a greedy whore.
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It's one thing to be a little blocked on fic because you signed up for a BigBang and are freaking out about it a little. And by you I mean me.
It's another thing to be blocked at work, on deadline. I spent most of the afternoon shouting at my colleagues: "who will write this script for me?" and "Why haven't you written my script yet?" and "Why don't these things just write themselves?!"
I've lost the plot, totally. And so have my colleagues, so it's this sort of conundrum where we sit in the basement, bored out of our minds, while the work piles up. I blame the weather. I blame the fact that there is fuckall on TV. We've become obsessed with this criminal case that we read about in the Washington Post. So we talk about that a lot. Anyone that has a new theory can provide at least 30 minutes' worth of entertainment for everyone.
And French Geek plays Lily Allen's "fuck you" song at least three times a day. In this respect, we are lucky to work in a basement, especially on days where the management forgets about us!
I really miss Stargate: Atlantis and I feel like I am the only one. *sad face* Remember when it was the shiny new fandom? AH SHINY NEW FANDOMS. I was excited at first last night when I saw Merlin on the Taxi TV. NBC seems to be doing a lot to promote the show... and there he was, Colin Morgan, in the back of my taxi. I was overjoyed. Then I thought about how if it becomes mainstreamed in America, it's likely to be much less gay. And that made me sad.
I wonder if that would really happen. Like the producers of the show would think, "hey, we better tone down the homoerotic here so we can keep selling product in the US." Or would they say, "fuck you, US, we're going to have them kiss next season!" (Morgana is in Merlin's body of course, or somesuch thing, I'm sure). This leads me to my main complaint about life - there isn't enough gay text. Not really enough subtext for me, either. I'm a greedy whore.
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