Dress-Bet Thing. (I totally don't remember hearing about a bet)

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Oh man. My intertia is battling with my powerful lust for new books. I'm so conflicted! I WANT the new Bujold novel. I REALLY REALLY WANT IT. My local bookstore has a copy reserved for me a measly ten minutes' walk away. But it's so awful out, all rainy and dark and RAINY and I'm in my soft flannel pajama bottoms. MAN. SO CONFLICTED

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I like that snippet, it feels very true to life. And I definitely hear you on the inspiration thing; if I tell myself to wait for inspiration hits, everything ends up feeling even more forced than it would otherwise.

...now I'm trying to imagine how fandom would run by telegraph. Heh.

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My problem with inspiration is that I DO sometimes legitimately get it! So it's very seductive to me to just hang out and wait for it. (Especially since I could be reading fic if I'm not writing it, and reading is so much easier.) The thing I have to keep reminding myself of is that while what I write when I'm just plodding along and being a workhorse may not exactly sparkle, but I can shine it up later.

Wow. That was a graceless sentence.

Aaaaaand then sometimes that happens, where words just feel like foreign objects in my hand that I keep dropping.

Wow, fandom by telegraph!

WE HAVE GAY STOP PETE KISSED MIKEY ON STAGE STOP.

I think we'd all get better at morse code. That would be cool!

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Exactly! And then you're left with this illusion that it'll come when it's meant to, don't mess with the muses, and it just... never happens. I like your thoughts on prettying things up later, I'm too often seized with the desire to make everything perfect the first time round.

My little heart couldn't take the sight of seeing STOP after Pete kissing Mikey! But I definitely endorse telegraphs in any form. Just imagine a historical AU where Pete had to communicate by telegraph instead of posts and away messages: left behind my heart in a cloud of dust stop send your love in a smoke signal stop

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left behind my heart in a cloud of dust stop send your love in a smoke signal stop

OMG YOU ARE A GENIUS. Oh god. Now I want to write something where Pete has to communicate by written note. He totally would. It would appeal to his romantic streak with a tinge of irony.

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He'd eschew notepads and scribble on the edges of yellowed newspapers and bar coasters. And he still wouldn't use apostrophes properly, aww. (This translates to: write it, write it! :D)

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Oh. OH. Words cannot describe what the image does to me. It would have started when they were all still in Chicago, notes taped to Patrick's door with rehearsal times, because Pete was the kind of guy who'd bum a ride off a friend and leave a note on the way to a trip to the movies instead of calling and leaving a message with Patrick's mom. Once they got on tour, finally, after struggles with parents and equipment and schedulers, Patrick would find them mixed in with his CDs, shoved into his pillow to give a papery crinkle when he lay down, slid in between the pages of his magazines. Not often, and never anything too important. The wrapper from a piece of laffy-taffy with the joke underlined. A reminder to not eat cheese. Fragments of obscure song lyrics. A message from Patrick's older brother that Pete had taken when Patrick was showering

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also. Let's pretend I used the word "reassurance" in place of "reassurement." SIGH.