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[brainofck]

So.

Although I know what I want to happen in the second part of that first date thing, I absolutely, cannot, no matter how I bribe myself, make myself write it. My brain becomes immediately insanely bored just typing the first few sentences. I have a plan. I think I'm going to skip the beginning and come back to it. At the beginning, I need to set the scene with the wardrobe pretty, which I consider essential to the fact that it is a first date, but apparently my brain is completely insulted to be asked to write about what they are wearing if it's not some kinky black leather thing.

In case you are wondering, Jack will be feeling underdressed in khakis and a white cotton shirt (miraculously spotless after cooking!) and no shoes or socks. He will be looking very do-me-on-the-dining-room-table-please-please, but will not be aware of this fact.

Daniel will be will be delicious and touchable in slacks of soft lightweight charcoal grey wool, with midnight blue linen shirt. Soon to be shoeless, as his host. Because you know, the feet. *licks the feet*

But back to the killing me part.

At the doctor's office today I wrote a substantial portion of the first part of a new WIP. (In longhand. Perhaps will post again for my own amusement.) I don't know when I'll get this one posted. It may be a bit long, and I'm not sure that I know how to end it, and will have to decide if I should post it even if it never goes anywhere. Just to share the porn. You know? Though not sure how the porn will be working in that, either. *ponders* There will be amnesia and parties protecting other parties from themselves and not being sure of their own identity, la, la, you've read it all before. But it should be fun for the angstdrama it can generate. Gotta love brain damage as a driving force in slash! :D Anyway, if I do write it, it should cover who? what? when? where? and why? in the matrix, which would be excellent.

And I have a plan for New Year's.

But what to do about Christmas? *eg*

So, that's the status of the brain for today. Oh! And I was thinking of new crack!fic the other night? Damn! What was it? Now blaming hormones for my lack of long term memory. Well, anyway, I think I rejected it as far to cracked.

And I believe that is all. :)

Comments

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Yeah, starting in the middle is pretty much how I got going on stupid long cliche fic. (Which I still haven't finished. Or started.) So, why do you need to write the getting dressed part anyway? Just describe their clothes during the date. Just like you did here. *points up*

Yay, new WIP! That's the one you were telling me about before? *salivates*

Christmas fic -- bleh. That's probably me least favorite prompt on the page, because as a fic chestnut, it's NOT my fave. Too much syrup and sap out there. Pleeeeeze do something weird. Different. I dunno.

And there's no such thing as too cracked. So there.

Wardrobe

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

No, I meant the arriving at the door, wow he looks hot moment. But I was already thinking what you said. Maybe the arrival can just be wow he looks hot, with specifics worked in more naturally later. I think it is the case that my brain doesn't like doing the fashion show thing. Aside from outfits involving leather, have I ever really described how anyone was dressed? I seem to have an aversion. Maybe it will turn into a first date without the he-looked-amazing-in-fuscia-which-perfectly-accented-the-color-of-his-lips type descriptions after all! :D Ha! Or I could make a note in the disclaimer! Yeah, this is how they're dressed, bug off! *snickers*

Well, must say this day is starting off better than yesterday. SG-1 is our friend.

Re: Wardrobe

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

I think you can lift the sentence above and insert it into Jack's reaction to Daniel's appearance at the door, and take the sentence about Jack's outfit and insert it into a later Daniel-perving-on-Jack moment. My take on fahion description is if it doesn't fit the story organically, it doesn't need to be in, ya know?

Don't even enter the fuchsia/lips sweepstakes! You'd have to beat Halrolpillar's (howeve the hell you spell her name) My First Stargate Story descriptions of Daniel's eyes, and I don't think anyone can top the fluffy baby bluebird feathers thing.

SG-1 makes every day a good day. :-)