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Where to start? Had a head full of thoughts... okay, Supernatural. Watched episode two, do not know the man you're all squeeing about as guest star ::feels out of the loop:: but cool that he was there if it made you happy :-) I enjoyed it (still very, very dark visually but not all that scary) and although a little thin plot-wise, this was all about setting up the characters so they were on the same page I think, rather than the putative A plot.
I read some fanfic just before bed that was better than anything I could write which was nice because, yay, good fic, and bad because I was filled with this yearning that wasn't envy, no, but more akin to hopelessness because, like any activity, all the good intentions and determination in the world can only take you so far. I can spend every moment of every day writing and still not be able to get better past a certain point. It's not solely down to practising. Sometimes I read a fic that whacks me about the head and I stare at my stuff and it's scribbles on the fridge door.
Not that it stops me writing or ever will ::reaches for crayons::
I started two stories yesterday; one drabble that I couldn't make work and plan to beat into submission later on and a Daniel/Mitchell ficlet based on 'Prototype' that was going really well until I realised that I had a sentence of which I was proud (TM) in the middle.
Kiss of death, baby.
You have one of those and you just know when you get back from making a cup of coffee and idly scroll through what you've written to get back in the mood you'll realise it's pretentious, overly arty and verging on badfic.
Oh, well.
I have too many fics going on. That never works well for me because I am a butterfly flitting from flower to flower (clutching a crayon. No, not a yellow one. Blue. Or Purple. Purple is good.)
This mood is all down to me missing David, staying up very late (for me) and feeling aimless and bored. I'm just watching vids, reading fic, and mooching (currently totally addicted to Barkley's Daniel vid 'Fancy' which is hilarious and spot-on at the same time). What I should be doing is tidying (gah. Really, really need to tidy), exercising (supposed to be doing sit ups and treadmilling) and writing in a less lacksidaisical way.
One more vid and I will.
Did I mention Fancy includes the clip with devoted body slave Daniel kneeling down in front of Lord Yu? I don't want to slash them particularly (at all) but there's something about Daniel going to his knees like that that makes me quiver in a badnaughtywrong way and moan just ever so slightly.
I'm going to that special hell already for so many things I might as well add another, so I'm unrepentant. And I did have a far more soulful quiver in Lost City 2 where Teal'c is trying to tell Jack how he feels and Jack just reaches up and cups his face for the longest moment... except we needed a matching Jack/Daniel moment, because Sam had one too and Daniel... didn't.
Must. Stop. Rambling.
Puddle jumper or puddlejumper?
Stopping now.
I read some fanfic just before bed that was better than anything I could write which was nice because, yay, good fic, and bad because I was filled with this yearning that wasn't envy, no, but more akin to hopelessness because, like any activity, all the good intentions and determination in the world can only take you so far. I can spend every moment of every day writing and still not be able to get better past a certain point. It's not solely down to practising. Sometimes I read a fic that whacks me about the head and I stare at my stuff and it's scribbles on the fridge door.
Not that it stops me writing or ever will ::reaches for crayons::
I started two stories yesterday; one drabble that I couldn't make work and plan to beat into submission later on and a Daniel/Mitchell ficlet based on 'Prototype' that was going really well until I realised that I had a sentence of which I was proud (TM) in the middle.
Kiss of death, baby.
You have one of those and you just know when you get back from making a cup of coffee and idly scroll through what you've written to get back in the mood you'll realise it's pretentious, overly arty and verging on badfic.
Oh, well.
I have too many fics going on. That never works well for me because I am a butterfly flitting from flower to flower (clutching a crayon. No, not a yellow one. Blue. Or Purple. Purple is good.)
This mood is all down to me missing David, staying up very late (for me) and feeling aimless and bored. I'm just watching vids, reading fic, and mooching (currently totally addicted to Barkley's Daniel vid 'Fancy' which is hilarious and spot-on at the same time). What I should be doing is tidying (gah. Really, really need to tidy), exercising (supposed to be doing sit ups and treadmilling) and writing in a less lacksidaisical way.
One more vid and I will.
Did I mention Fancy includes the clip with devoted body slave Daniel kneeling down in front of Lord Yu? I don't want to slash them particularly (at all) but there's something about Daniel going to his knees like that that makes me quiver in a badnaughtywrong way and moan just ever so slightly.
I'm going to that special hell already for so many things I might as well add another, so I'm unrepentant. And I did have a far more soulful quiver in Lost City 2 where Teal'c is trying to tell Jack how he feels and Jack just reaches up and cups his face for the longest moment... except we needed a matching Jack/Daniel moment, because Sam had one too and Daniel... didn't.
Must. Stop. Rambling.
Puddle jumper or puddlejumper?
Stopping now.