Comments | hiyacynth: In which I require enabling

hiyacynth

In which I require enabling

Jul 16, 2007 20:39

Apparently today is the day where I sit and think about doing things, but then do not do them. Except my laundry, which I actually did. Haven't put it away, of course, nor the other bags of it in my bedroom, but this latest batch is washed and dried, and that's progress ( Read more... )

writing, family

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likethesun2 July 17 2007, 01:58:31 UTC

Write! Write! It's just one scene! You have written novels. You'll nail it.

I'm really intrigued as to how you're going to make your fandom activities selfless. If it's any reassurance, though, I find that bright teenaged girls are often the best possible (half-oblivious) partners in fandom. Just as long as you're not the one to point them at the porn.

hiyacynth July 17 2007, 02:05:43 UTC

Here's how it works. If I give HER my bedroom, saying things about how it's important than a 16-year-old girl have a space that's just hers, and I sleep in the sunroom, then I can be up at all hours on the computer without worrying about whether I'm keeping her up or whether she thinks I'm crazy because what am I doing on the computer all the time?

See? See how that works? And, yes, I'd have to not point her at porn. Good point.

Right. Write. One scene. I just... I'm tired of it. If I send it to you and tell you what I want to happen in it, will YOU write it?

likethesun2 July 17 2007, 02:17:42 UTC

Ev0l genius! That works out perfectly.

You know I would totally write it for you. Except (a) apparently I can't write SPN fic these days and (b) you're going to write it much better than I ever could anyway.

liptonrm July 17 2007, 02:31:36 UTC

Note to self: Do not utter the phrase, 'Sam's cock' in front of impressionable teenagers. Find some sort of appropriate eupehmism. Vast consumption of 1940-1950 era movies may be needed.

WRITE! You know you want to. You know you want to get to the stuff we talked about today. You know you do.

hiyacynth July 17 2007, 02:41:55 UTC

I'm becoming quite fond of "Dean and/or Sam's compass euphamism" myself.

I do!! I DO want to get to the stuff we talked about today. That's the problem. I want to do that, not this.

Okay. I have a seven minute piece of music. I'm going to put it on and write all the way through it.

OMG in a meeting (small, thankfully) today, I accidentally let slip that I knew that EvilCorps' UK offices were at Canary Wharf because I'd flipped out when Doctor Who had an episode there and if I'd been in Doctor Who, I would have been killed--KILLED!--by Cybermen. Honestly, I don't know what came over me.

liptonrm July 17 2007, 04:33:07 UTC

The compass euphemism! Yes, that one is gold.

How could you keep such vital information from me re: the location of EvilCorp's UK office! I watched those episodes with you and everything!

Well, if everyone else at work didn't know you were a fangirl, they do now. Hee. And that's the kind of vital information they should all have, seeing as if they'd been there they would've been killed too. Alt world, baby, alt world.

abyssinia4077 July 17 2007, 02:46:09 UTC

OMG so cool! I hope it works out with you because awesome! (except...could you watch SPN with her in the condo? - not that should stop you)

*pokes with stick*

hiyacynth July 17 2007, 04:04:45 UTC

I know! It would be a huge change for me, but I think it could be really good for both of us. And obviously very challenging, but... well. It's only in the idea phase now, so I'm not going to flip out either way.

As for SPN... She, um... She understands that I'm a fangirl, and that I have shows I watch obsessively. And after her own descent into mad fangirling of Fall Out Boy, I think she understands in a more concrete fashion. So, yeah, I don't think I'd have to, like, hide it from her. I'd just have to practice not screaming or saying horrifically dirty things at the TV.

I have written 688 words. I hate about 570 of them. But it's a draft.

shanghai_jim July 17 2007, 12:56:47 UTC

How's the stick-poking going? I am working out my suppressed aggressions and self-hatred in the continuing story of Danny. Danny is currently in love and beloved by a pretty and sweet if somewhat overly optimistic and rather obsessive-compulsive girl name of Lisa, for whom he has come off the streets and gotten two honest if low-level jobs that don't interfere with his flashbacks and anxiety attacks. They are practically living together and she's making noises about taking care of him forever. It's like you can hear the timer ticking if you press your ear to his brain.

hiyacynth July 17 2007, 15:17:17 UTC

Huh, sounds like we're in roughly the same spot, then. Bombs have started blowing up right and left in mine. And yes, stick poking went all right. Got through the scene in question. Have thoughts on the next one. Progress, slow but sure.

ultraviolet9a July 17 2007, 13:37:32 UTC

*pokes you with stick gently* Hey, honey? You can't leave me hanging like that...so write? Please? *sugar voice*

OR ELSE. BOOTS.

(and that's all I have to say about it.)

hiyacynth July 17 2007, 15:12:33 UTC

Jeebus, scare a girl's sandals off, why don't you?! lol. Happy (and now, relieved) to say that I achieved a shitty first draft of the scene in question. Trying to move on today. However, I do have to warn you that I'm about go on vacation and am unlikely to finish the chapter before I return. So, um... Valium?