Almost Easy
So the Boyz of Mirkwood are back, helping me write the next super-secret story that I can't share until the opportune moment (not that anyone cares to see it earlier). We laid some ground rules and so far, so good.
My rules:
- No slash
- No mention of the name Turin... At. All.
Their rules:
- No mention of mad archery skillz
- No mention of either of them in the story, so that there is no possible way for a comparison of archery skillz (apparently, someone is still a little touchy).
So after an hour, it was going really well:
Me: I forgot how much I like working with you guys. Writing 1600 words - 1600 good words - in an hour is awesome. And they're so, just, I don't know... right. Like perfect and elf-like and it really captures exactly what I want to say. And I'm writing all this without slashing poor Beleg.
LegolasMuse: See what happens when you send Evil Incarnate away.
ThranduilMuse: And Morgoth too.
FeanorMuse (muffled, from the closet I locked him in): I resent the implication that I am evil incarnate.
ThranduilMuse: If the backstabbing, kinslaying, traitorous shoe fits...
Me: Ok, ok, can we get back to writing?
Maybe some day I should just let the two of them duke it out and see who wins.
FeanorMuse: Works for me.
ThranduilMuse: Oh, you would love that, wouldn't you...kinslayer.
FeanorMuse: Is that the best you can do? Pitiful. Too long association with dark elves has obviously addled your brain.
Ok... maybe that's not such a good idea...
My rules:
- No slash
- No mention of the name Turin... At. All.
Their rules:
- No mention of mad archery skillz
- No mention of either of them in the story, so that there is no possible way for a comparison of archery skillz (apparently, someone is still a little touchy).
So after an hour, it was going really well:
Me: I forgot how much I like working with you guys. Writing 1600 words - 1600 good words - in an hour is awesome. And they're so, just, I don't know... right. Like perfect and elf-like and it really captures exactly what I want to say. And I'm writing all this without slashing poor Beleg.
LegolasMuse: See what happens when you send Evil Incarnate away.
ThranduilMuse: And Morgoth too.
FeanorMuse (muffled, from the closet I locked him in): I resent the implication that I am evil incarnate.
ThranduilMuse: If the backstabbing, kinslaying, traitorous shoe fits...
Me: Ok, ok, can we get back to writing?
Maybe some day I should just let the two of them duke it out and see who wins.
FeanorMuse: Works for me.
ThranduilMuse: Oh, you would love that, wouldn't you...kinslayer.
FeanorMuse: Is that the best you can do? Pitiful. Too long association with dark elves has obviously addled your brain.
Ok... maybe that's not such a good idea...