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moragmacpherson) wrote2010-03-10 08:04 pm
moragmacpherson) wrote2010-03-10 08:04 pm
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When the meta stares back into you...
Spring break, how are you so close and yet so far away?
So, this may just be sleep deprivation, but I think the characters in the fic I'm working on are messing with my head.
Right now, Dean Winchester, having finally gotten a decent night's sleep and a good home-cooked meal in his belly, is sitting rather contentedly in a place he kind of likes. I successfully got clothes for him (don't throw things at me, my soul of course screamed betrayal, clothes are supposed to be taken away from Dean whenever possible, but it was a plot thing that needed to be taken care of). Our fully clad hero now needs to go do something that he's incredibly uncomfortable with but which nonetheless must be done. In order to get from where he is now to where he needs to be, I need a quick transition, get him across town. Probably could do it in five lines if I was being efficient, maybe three paragraphs if I were feeling expansive (but this fic is already getting out of hand (18,074 words right now)). What would be referred to in the moving pictures as a walking scene: quick handwave to indicate motion.
Can't write the fucking transition. Have now attempted it six times. It's all wrong. Too brusque. Too wordy. Poorly paced.
I swear to God, Dean's gotten in my head and he's comfy where he is, he doesn't feel like going on the next part of the journey, and he's a stubborn sonovabitch. To which I should say, "Duck Amuck," you dumb redneck: author calls the shots, characters go along with the plot, or else they wind up flower-headed polka-dotted tetrapods. With a flag sticking out of their butts. Except just over the horizon Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg are rubbing their hands together, because they have some very strong opinions about forcing stories on people.
I think they might be ganging up on me.
Meep.
So, this may just be sleep deprivation, but I think the characters in the fic I'm working on are messing with my head.
Right now, Dean Winchester, having finally gotten a decent night's sleep and a good home-cooked meal in his belly, is sitting rather contentedly in a place he kind of likes. I successfully got clothes for him (don't throw things at me, my soul of course screamed betrayal, clothes are supposed to be taken away from Dean whenever possible, but it was a plot thing that needed to be taken care of). Our fully clad hero now needs to go do something that he's incredibly uncomfortable with but which nonetheless must be done. In order to get from where he is now to where he needs to be, I need a quick transition, get him across town. Probably could do it in five lines if I was being efficient, maybe three paragraphs if I were feeling expansive (but this fic is already getting out of hand (18,074 words right now)). What would be referred to in the moving pictures as a walking scene: quick handwave to indicate motion.
Can't write the fucking transition. Have now attempted it six times. It's all wrong. Too brusque. Too wordy. Poorly paced.
I swear to God, Dean's gotten in my head and he's comfy where he is, he doesn't feel like going on the next part of the journey, and he's a stubborn sonovabitch. To which I should say, "Duck Amuck," you dumb redneck: author calls the shots, characters go along with the plot, or else they wind up flower-headed polka-dotted tetrapods. With a flag sticking out of their butts. Except just over the horizon Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg are rubbing their hands together, because they have some very strong opinions about forcing stories on people.
I think they might be ganging up on me.
Meep.
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