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reina_isabella

Wherein Izzy looks for a puppy to kick:

Feb 26, 2007 20:59

Okay. So the piece for the twdw_ficathon is dreck. Shite. Pure poo. I have written myself into a corner, I have no bloody idea where I'm going with it and, all right, some of the bits are good but on the whole it is totally useless ( Read more... )

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order_of_chaos February 27 2007, 05:00:25 UTC

I don't suppose you can blow a hole in the corner? No?

Still - 700 words is 7 drabbles is one drabble every 2 days, which is almost achievable. Or 150 each as beginning and end and two blocks of 200 in the middle.
Who's pregnant? I could brainstorm ideas at you if you'd like, if you keep being stuck (and if you don't like, I'll stick to contemplating the potentially fatal consequences of Jack with a craving for barbecue sauce).

Good luck.

Bless you. reina_isabella February 27 2007, 06:10:16 UTC

the potentially fatal consequences of Jack with a craving for barbecue sauce

Oh my. I think you may have just solved it.

I must just accept the crack. Embrace the crack. The crack is where I live. I get myself into terrible trouble when I try to get all serious and angsty and shippy. I've actually been mucking about in some Belle Epoque Parisian nightmare of late (hence the corner, and uselessness therein).

Nope. Barbecue sauce. That's done it!

Re: Bless you. order_of_chaos February 27 2007, 07:27:04 UTC

You were trying to make mpreg sane? Ouch. You have my most sincere sympathy, (backdated a few days to when it would have been useful). Glad you're unstuck!! Sounds like something I'll have to hunt down and kill read, once it's done :D

And now I've got plotbunnies. Of course, Jack's from the 51st century - it probably won't even bother him if his kid has an extra tentacle or two.

Re: Bless you. reina_isabella February 27 2007, 14:42:45 UTC

You were trying to make mpreg sane?

I was trying to resist it with all my might, while simultaneously being all fearless and "Oh, sure, I can write that - I can write anything!" Petulant, is I believe the word for it.

Still not sure where it's going, but at least it should actually be fun getting there, now.

I love bunnies. Even when they have tentacles.