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Lazy Faerii
Nov. 22nd, 2010 10:09 pmToday is a little early, because my fic is annoying me, and so I am taking a teeny break to plan something else tonight. (Do not worry, it will be back to annoying me tomorrow.)
Last night, I was treated to a strange dream. I was flying to WinCon, and HOMG TURRORUSTS (who looked oddly like Arnold Schwarzenegger) took over the plane using broken yet sharp pieces of plastic. In the dream, not only was I calm, but I was kind of pissed off. I'd gone through the whole grope fest at the airport (dream me remembered something about "oh, yeah, violate my fourth amendment baby", but alas, the dream was not awesome enough to include that), but these guys had gotten through by shoving plastic up their asses. Somehow, I ended up taking them down by using the block on my laptop power cord as a blunt instrument. It was kind of Xena-like, if that makes any sense, with swinging it around my head and clonking them in theirs. oO The dream ended when I opened a newspaper a month later and saw that the TSA had banned laptop cords.
Yeah. I've been following that particular clusterfuck a little too closely, I think.
Ficcing today was hard, at least partly because I procrastinated all day. WOE. The dramatic climax weighs heavily on me. I'm making :| faces at my PoV rotation, which is silly and nitpicky of me. Also, I'm having to pull reasons out of thin air why the villain doesn't just grab Pepper and drag her off to a life of servitude. I have a vague idea, but nothing concrete. It will have to do, because I am not letting anyone go on another 40k wild goose chase, nor am I going to tie myself down to fic 3 just yet.
Words are only 72,079, so my slacking resulted in 1,973. (sigh) I will try to hit 75k tomorrow.
( Nothing interesting today )
Last night, I was treated to a strange dream. I was flying to WinCon, and HOMG TURRORUSTS (who looked oddly like Arnold Schwarzenegger) took over the plane using broken yet sharp pieces of plastic. In the dream, not only was I calm, but I was kind of pissed off. I'd gone through the whole grope fest at the airport (dream me remembered something about "oh, yeah, violate my fourth amendment baby", but alas, the dream was not awesome enough to include that), but these guys had gotten through by shoving plastic up their asses. Somehow, I ended up taking them down by using the block on my laptop power cord as a blunt instrument. It was kind of Xena-like, if that makes any sense, with swinging it around my head and clonking them in theirs. oO The dream ended when I opened a newspaper a month later and saw that the TSA had banned laptop cords.
Yeah. I've been following that particular clusterfuck a little too closely, I think.
Ficcing today was hard, at least partly because I procrastinated all day. WOE. The dramatic climax weighs heavily on me. I'm making :| faces at my PoV rotation, which is silly and nitpicky of me. Also, I'm having to pull reasons out of thin air why the villain doesn't just grab Pepper and drag her off to a life of servitude. I have a vague idea, but nothing concrete. It will have to do, because I am not letting anyone go on another 40k wild goose chase, nor am I going to tie myself down to fic 3 just yet.
Words are only 72,079, so my slacking resulted in 1,973. (sigh) I will try to hit 75k tomorrow.
( Nothing interesting today )