On dreams and art

Last night I dreamed of tidal waves, cliffs, churches, salt and ice, and Dale Midkiff.  Also that I was dreaming, which was disorienting when I thought myself to be awake anyway. 

My latest plot bunny is running in my veins like a virus, and the only thing keeping me from working on it at my lunch break is the fact that if I start I probably won't be able to stop.  Well, that and it's probably going to be NC-17, muse willing, and this is a work computer.  It's not letting me work on PK or anything else, which could be a problem given that I haven't finished the next chapter yet, but I suppose I could take a week off if I had to.  I'm hoping I can get this one done by Sunday, at least in rough draft. 

It's an odd piece.  Much more angsty than I usually do, particularly for this fandom, and it is very defined--I know what's to happen, it's just a matter of getting the characters there.  The thing is, it's full of emotion, and I keep looking at what I've written and wondering where the heck it's all coming from, because I haven't experienced anything remotely like what I'm putting Pepper through.  More so than usual, that is.  

This sort of push from a story is rare, and I love it even as I grumble about it.  I wrote almost three thousand words yesterday, which is more than what I'd push for during NaNoWriMo, and I stopped only because I ran out of time. 

I don't even know if people will like this one, and it'll probably be a while before I post it.  But just to write it is a joy all its own. 

On dreams and art

Last night I dreamed of tidal waves, cliffs, churches, salt and ice, and Dale Midkiff.  Also that I was dreaming, which was disorienting when I thought myself to be awake anyway. 

My latest plot bunny is running in my veins like a virus, and the only thing keeping me from working on it at my lunch break is the fact that if I start I probably won't be able to stop.  Well, that and it's probably going to be NC-17, muse willing, and this is a work computer.  It's not letting me work on PK or anything else, which could be a problem given that I haven't finished the next chapter yet, but I suppose I could take a week off if I had to.  I'm hoping I can get this one done by Sunday, at least in rough draft. 

It's an odd piece.  Much more angsty than I usually do, particularly for this fandom, and it is very defined--I know what's to happen, it's just a matter of getting the characters there.  The thing is, it's full of emotion, and I keep looking at what I've written and wondering where the heck it's all coming from, because I haven't experienced anything remotely like what I'm putting Pepper through.  More so than usual, that is.  

This sort of push from a story is rare, and I love it even as I grumble about it.  I wrote almost three thousand words yesterday, which is more than what I'd push for during NaNoWriMo, and I stopped only because I ran out of time. 

I don't even know if people will like this one, and it'll probably be a while before I post it.  But just to write it is a joy all its own.