Blame it on the cramps, or...
Ugh. Being a woman in somewhat trying at times. Though I suppose I'd rather be bleeding than pregnant.
On to the point of this:
I was out walking tonight (I still can't run...being able to walk a whole hour is terribly exciting for me!), listening to the characters bitch in my head:
James: "My goodness! Men of this day and age, they're pigs all to a one. I swear on my life, if one more man leans out of his metal contraption and whistles at you..."
Cutler: "You'll do what, exactly? We're confined to this room. We can't really go anywhere."
James (with a perturbed sigh): "That isn't the point. Having a sense of honor is the point."
So I got to thinking. What if somehow these characters we write about could get out of the green room? What if they could meet you, face-to-face and in the flesh? Would they like you? Get along with you? Think you were sexy? Would you get along with them? Could you even be friends, let alone lovers?
It's a crack fic idea, but I tell you it's speaking to me.
On to the point of this:
I was out walking tonight (I still can't run...being able to walk a whole hour is terribly exciting for me!), listening to the characters bitch in my head:
James: "My goodness! Men of this day and age, they're pigs all to a one. I swear on my life, if one more man leans out of his metal contraption and whistles at you..."
Cutler: "You'll do what, exactly? We're confined to this room. We can't really go anywhere."
James (with a perturbed sigh): "That isn't the point. Having a sense of honor is the point."
So I got to thinking. What if somehow these characters we write about could get out of the green room? What if they could meet you, face-to-face and in the flesh? Would they like you? Get along with you? Think you were sexy? Would you get along with them? Could you even be friends, let alone lovers?
It's a crack fic idea, but I tell you it's speaking to me.