No, really, I got a *little* work done, I swear
Weirdly enough, since I've got so many online classes, the onset of school might make me more productive. Except for the first week, which will be taken up with fretting. (One of my teachers is in Algeria, two courses still aren't online, one of the ones I absolutely need hasn't even called in books yet, making me nervous it'll be cancelled like my
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As to motivation... it's possible I still need to put a little tag on the end for exposition's sake like I was tempted to, and/or think that through a little bit more myself. Somehow the "What if it wasn't Rose's fault that Jack's immortal?" and "No, seriously, why the hell was Owen not just fired?" questions I'd been entertaining connected in my head. Trust, and the injudicious application thereof. And the consequences of trusting the wrong people too blindly... *blinks* How *did* that all clump together? I'd half forgotten about throwing the memory question in there... Anyway, motivation. It's more a causal loop than anything else-- though, come to think of it, I do wonder what other projects he's been working on; you've got to fill your time somehow...
Well, the angst and betrayal and hurt I could do... it's just the "comfort" bit that'd get me. *grins* Jack would shoot him. And I would have too much fun with that too obviously for anyone who didn't dislike Ten to abide. Hmm, maybe if I tried to stop before it got to shooting... or just left the shooting implied... that'd leave the interpretation open that Jack's misguided and wrong for wanting to shoot him, and probably will come to his senses. That could maybe work. ;)
I am still trying to like Ten. There was a marathon on today; I watched a lot of it. After all this time, it still makes me really want to slap him. Every couple of minutes. I wish I knew exactly why.
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