Can't brain today. Perhaps three hours sleep was a bad idea, yes?
@.@ Need... Candidates. Or perhaps duct tape. It solves everything. I'll just twist some of it into people-shapes and plop then down on the hatching grounds... or use it to tape my father's mouth shut. (No, not going to Arkansas. No, I'm not interested in why you argued with my brother over hairloss. And NO, I don't want to hear about how you and Mom are going to get old and die on day when I'm driving to work at 55 MPH on a minimum of sleep and coffee at seven-thirty in the morning. I wanted to talk to MOM this morning, not YOU, damnit!)
Ahem. >>
Um, this is probably a sign of sleep dep. Obvious subplot is obvious. Maybe it should be dropped? It's designed to be unresolved (because life ≠ perfect, and why waste a perfectly good minor-character subplot that can possibly flavor other things? I haven't even gotten to the meat of the fic itself yet—there is no room for subplot here.
No matter what a certain dragon thinks. Hmph.
And what amuses me most is that this makes no sense at all to anyone who's not me.
ETA: Eight hours into the work day and I've written exactly 108 words. @.@ I will write 500 minimum a day. I WILL.
Only 352 to go. I CAN DO IT.
...
(dies a slow death by coffeelessness)
@.@ Need... Candidates. Or perhaps duct tape. It solves everything. I'll just twist some of it into people-shapes and plop then down on the hatching grounds... or use it to tape my father's mouth shut. (No, not going to Arkansas. No, I'm not interested in why you argued with my brother over hairloss. And NO, I don't want to hear about how you and Mom are going to get old and die on day when I'm driving to work at 55 MPH on a minimum of sleep and coffee at seven-thirty in the morning. I wanted to talk to MOM this morning, not YOU, damnit!)
Ahem. >>
Um, this is probably a sign of sleep dep. Obvious subplot is obvious. Maybe it should be dropped? It's designed to be unresolved (because life ≠ perfect, and why waste a perfectly good minor-character subplot that can possibly flavor other things? I haven't even gotten to the meat of the fic itself yet—there is no room for subplot here.
No matter what a certain dragon thinks. Hmph.
And what amuses me most is that this makes no sense at all to anyone who's not me.
ETA: Eight hours into the work day and I've written exactly 108 words. @.@ I will write 500 minimum a day. I WILL.
Only 352 to go. I CAN DO IT.
...
(dies a slow death by coffeelessness)