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bktheirregular) wrote2003-01-30 09:34 pm
bktheirregular) wrote2003-01-30 09:34 pm
Grr. Jigsaw fic bites.
Part of the problem is, I get ideas for a moment in a story. I write 'em down so I don't totally lose them - I've got so many .txt files named with some variation on "scratch.txt" it's not funny. Then I get to writing the fic, and I reach the point where I know that the moments I have envisiond are coming ...
... and what I have is half a chapter of hash, some snippets which have been biding their time for a year and a half. Their time has come ... but I can't stitch it all together.
This is the bad part of writing fic.
...oh, and then there's the always ever-so-enjoyable stolen moments for writing which get ... well, here's how it is.
The job I'm at, there's 45 minutes for lunch, and once in the morning, once in the afternoon, you get a 15-minute break. Now the past couple of weeks I've been packing the laptop to see if I can't get some writing done.
Unfortunately, just as soon as I get the laptop started, sitting down, trying to gather the pieces of the jigsaw and write the in-betweens, the frelling in-betweens without which a fic is nothing but plot bunnies, a co-worker sits down and kinda forcibly engages me in conversation. He pesters me about what could be causing the "check engine" light in his car, he asks me about clues for the crossword he's doing, and I try and answer him as quickly as I can so I can get back to it ... and then I look at my stopwatch and it's fifteen minutes gone and back to work.
The muses do not give a damn about when I have free time, unfortunately. And so they leave me with pieces.
Grr. Arrgh. (copyright 1997-2003 Mutant Enemy Productions Inc.)
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... and what I have is half a chapter of hash, some snippets which have been biding their time for a year and a half. Their time has come ... but I can't stitch it all together.
This is the bad part of writing fic.
...oh, and then there's the always ever-so-enjoyable stolen moments for writing which get ... well, here's how it is.
The job I'm at, there's 45 minutes for lunch, and once in the morning, once in the afternoon, you get a 15-minute break. Now the past couple of weeks I've been packing the laptop to see if I can't get some writing done.
Unfortunately, just as soon as I get the laptop started, sitting down, trying to gather the pieces of the jigsaw and write the in-betweens, the frelling in-betweens without which a fic is nothing but plot bunnies, a co-worker sits down and kinda forcibly engages me in conversation. He pesters me about what could be causing the "check engine" light in his car, he asks me about clues for the crossword he's doing, and I try and answer him as quickly as I can so I can get back to it ... and then I look at my stopwatch and it's fifteen minutes gone and back to work.
The muses do not give a damn about when I have free time, unfortunately. And so they leave me with pieces.
Grr. Arrgh. (copyright 1997-2003 Mutant Enemy Productions Inc.)
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