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As some of you are aware. Any writing, (which is very little at the moment), I get done is usually for formal purposes. As it were.
Occasionally I come up with ideas for scenes for fanfic but then I usually get distracted by the next shiny thing and by work and I never actually write anything down. If I do, it's usually some garbled mess which I only inflict on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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When inspiration does strike it's usually in the form of one of the characters who has taken up residence in my head having a conversation. This is very distracting, it can be entertaining and occasionally it even makes me write something coherent down.
Today Duncan has spoken to me for the first time. Ever. Do you know what he said?
"I wasn't in New Orleans at that time"
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
*throws hands up in air*
Is this actually the first sign of incipient drooling insanity? I mean surely the voices in my head can't be writing stories without any actual reference to my conscious brain can they?
I am perturbed. I haven't been able to get any work done this afternoon as all I keep thinking is what on earth Duncan could be referring to. It's like worrying at a hangnail or a loose tooth. Only in my head.
Gah!
Meanwhile in other news. Fandom = SOAPY TIT WANK.beeej I love you but we only have 24 hours to save the world!
Occasionally I come up with ideas for scenes for fanfic but then I usually get distracted by the next shiny thing and by work and I never actually write anything down. If I do, it's usually some garbled mess which I only inflict on
lastrega When inspiration does strike it's usually in the form of one of the characters who has taken up residence in my head having a conversation. This is very distracting, it can be entertaining and occasionally it even makes me write something coherent down.
Today Duncan has spoken to me for the first time. Ever. Do you know what he said?
"I wasn't in New Orleans at that time"
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
*throws hands up in air*
Is this actually the first sign of incipient drooling insanity? I mean surely the voices in my head can't be writing stories without any actual reference to my conscious brain can they?
I am perturbed. I haven't been able to get any work done this afternoon as all I keep thinking is what on earth Duncan could be referring to. It's like worrying at a hangnail or a loose tooth. Only in my head.
Gah!
Meanwhile in other news. Fandom = SOAPY TIT WANK.
beeej I love you but we only have 24 hours to save the world!![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
*grins*
Methos is jumping up and down saying "I was there, I was there" now.
You know, I like your idea much better. Can you write the story for me? *big kitten eyes*
From:
Re: *grins*
It will free you first from burning thirst
That is born of a night of the bowl
Like a sun 'twill rise through the inky skies
That so heavily hang o'er your souls.
At the first cool sip on your fevered lip
You determine to live through the day,
Life's again worth while as with a dawning smile
You imbibe your absinthe frappe.
Query: by a "night of the bowl" is he referring to opium, tobacco or simply rum punch?