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For the past two days, I've been out at the sites rather than at the central office. This means using the shared computers owned by the county school system rather than my own, and therefore, no LJ.
In order to keep my brain from exploding of data entry, I started emailing bits of fic back and forth to myself. Like, I'd type up a couple of bullet points (as opposed to an organized outline; this is how I do story notes) on Yahoo, send it the very same Yahoo address, and then reply to that email once I got struck by a new bit of dialogue or plot point.
Except I wasn't doing this with the fics I am already writing. There are now no fewer than three new files open on my laptop, ALL OF WHICH I first thought up, went "Oh, I'll never write that!" and then...wrote that.
There's the first one with maybe 2500-3000 words of notes (all of yesterday, basically), which is an enormous let's-torture-Bones angstfest (IN ADDITION TO THE PREVIOUSLY EXISTING LET'S-TORTURE-BONES ANGSTFEST) and in which I am now so emotionally invested that it will definitely be finished. Then today, I started working out the novelization-inspired idea of Bones attempting to restrain Kirk in his quarters (before Delta Vega) and getting a hypospray in the neck for his trouble. And lastly, I started wondering why I'm not particularly interested in Kirk/Spock/McCoy OT3. And then I thought about what if Kirk and McCoy were in an established relationship, and all three of them realize that Kirk and Spock are drawn to each other but Kirk's not about to leave McCoy; and then Spock goes into pon farr and Kirk is like "I HAVE TO SAVE HIS LIFE BONES" and McCoy goes "...okay, but only if I get to watch." Except it's way less cracky and more serious business in my head.
Sometimes, when I'm really desperate and a line pops into my head in the car, I'll save it as a text message on my cell phone.
I HAS A SICKNESS. SEND CHOCOLATE.
In order to keep my brain from exploding of data entry, I started emailing bits of fic back and forth to myself. Like, I'd type up a couple of bullet points (as opposed to an organized outline; this is how I do story notes) on Yahoo, send it the very same Yahoo address, and then reply to that email once I got struck by a new bit of dialogue or plot point.
Except I wasn't doing this with the fics I am already writing. There are now no fewer than three new files open on my laptop, ALL OF WHICH I first thought up, went "Oh, I'll never write that!" and then...wrote that.
There's the first one with maybe 2500-3000 words of notes (all of yesterday, basically), which is an enormous let's-torture-Bones angstfest (IN ADDITION TO THE PREVIOUSLY EXISTING LET'S-TORTURE-BONES ANGSTFEST) and in which I am now so emotionally invested that it will definitely be finished. Then today, I started working out the novelization-inspired idea of Bones attempting to restrain Kirk in his quarters (before Delta Vega) and getting a hypospray in the neck for his trouble. And lastly, I started wondering why I'm not particularly interested in Kirk/Spock/McCoy OT3. And then I thought about what if Kirk and McCoy were in an established relationship, and all three of them realize that Kirk and Spock are drawn to each other but Kirk's not about to leave McCoy; and then Spock goes into pon farr and Kirk is like "I HAVE TO SAVE HIS LIFE BONES" and McCoy goes "...okay, but only if I get to watch." Except it's way less cracky and more serious business in my head.
Sometimes, when I'm really desperate and a line pops into my head in the car, I'll save it as a text message on my cell phone.
I HAS A SICKNESS. SEND CHOCOLATE.