may motivation, days 6-7

elisa-pie:

Day 6 – 96 words (for Chapter 2 of the rockband au, pretty well considering I was all wiped out after posting Chapter 1 the previous day)

Day 7 – 320 words (for Chapter 2 as well, with the words “some sex happens” marking the place where I need to, you know, actually WRITE a sex scene at some point)

Okay first off, yay you!

Secondly, “some sex happens” is just awesome.  In a pinch I think you could leave it…

PSA: RANT ahead…

Okay, first of all, I apologize.  But this is one of those things that riles me up almost as much as someone using “irregardless” (which, btw, spell check has no problem with, so fuck you apple) or using the wrong “your” or something.  But it reflects a basic lack of understanding about the physical world that I find intolerable, and it can’t really be explained as a brain fart or typo.

What set off my ire?  A Sunday comic:

See the problem?  I’ll give you a hint.  Not once, in the entirety of your life, have you seen a sunset and full moon at the same time.  Unless you’re a horse and can look in opposite directions at once.  The reason?  It’s fucking impossible. 

You’ve seen the moon and the sunset together, but since the moon reflects sunlight, when that happens the moon is NEW, barely a sliver of a crescent (since the sun is mostly behind it) and so faint you’ve probably barely noticed it.  A FULL moon is QUITE LITERALLY on the other side of the world, rising at almost the exact moment the sun is setting.  That’s how the sun is able to TOTALLY ILLUMINATE the side we see.

And I know it’s just Family Circus, which somehow has gotten by on sap for decades, but Bill Keane’s been on this planet at least as long as I have and if he’d just looked up a few times when he was actually outside he might have noticed.  This isn’t rocket science.  This is the stuff neolithic communities understood. 

/end rant

Muses are fucking fickle things

seepunkrun:

ato-the-bean:

So, this happened in comments for Premieres between me and @seepunkrun…

Punk: Yep, that blowjob is still super hot, and I still have lots of feelings
about their feelings for each other. Especially that moment on the phone
when Chris wants Zach with him now so they can go inside and have dinner. ❤

Me: Yeah, I like that moment when Chris wants Zach there *right now*…
And now I’m wondering what that first trip out was like.  How awkward
was it when Zach first showed up, and how quickly did it melt away?  
Damn.  And I really need to finish Cleaving…  

Punk: This time through, I was wondering about how that first trip went,
too–do they fall back on their friendship even though it feels filled
with awkward potential now, or do they try to kiss hello and it’s weird,
or is it not weird and they get a little carried away and the dogs are
still in their crates in the entryway and they have to put kissing on
hold to deal with life first or do they just go ahead and get all the
way carried away, first, before they deal with everything else.  I have questions.

Me: I know!  Poor Cleaving boys… stuck in that hot tub, hard and getting
wrinkly while my muse is all “but would the Premiere boys fuck the first
night?  Or would it take longer?”  Muses are fucking fickle things.  At
least if I decide I have to write this, readers of  Cleaving already
know the ending is happy.  I’m not being THAT cruel.  But those poor
wrinkled prunes of newlyweds… do you think hardons get wrinkly if
they’re in the water too long?

And then I said, because I have no self-control:

Oh my god, I had the same question yesterday–thinking about that Pinto cockwarming story and wondering if Zach’s dick was going to get all wrinkly from spending an hour in Chris’s mouth. It would have to, right? It’s just skin. Oh no, wrinkly dicks. Those poor boys.

They’ve got to be getting frustrated too, on the edge like that for
months, getting wrinkly and hot and in sight of the bed after a long
day.  I’m a bad writer-mom. 

Muses are fucking fickle things

So, this happened in comments for Premieres between me and @seepunkrun…

Punk: Yep, that blowjob is still super hot, and I still have lots of feelings
about their feelings for each other. Especially that moment on the phone
when Chris wants Zach with him now so they can go inside and have dinner. ❤

Me: Yeah, I like that moment when Chris wants Zach there *right now*…
And now I’m wondering what that first trip out was like.  How awkward
was it when Zach first showed up, and how quickly did it melt away?  
Damn.  And I really need to finish Cleaving…  

Punk: This time through, I was wondering about how that first trip went,
too–do they fall back on their friendship even though it feels filled
with awkward potential now, or do they try to kiss hello and it’s weird,
or is it not weird and they get a little carried away and the dogs are
still in their crates in the entryway and they have to put kissing on
hold to deal with life first or do they just go ahead and get all the
way carried away, first, before they deal with everything else.  I have questions.

Me: I know!  Poor Cleaving boys… stuck in that hot tub, hard and getting
wrinkly while my muse is all “but would the Premiere boys fuck the first
night?  Or would it take longer?”  Muses are fucking fickle things.  At
least if I decide I have to write this, readers of  Cleaving already
know the ending is happy.  I’m not being THAT cruel.  But those poor
wrinkled prunes of newlyweds… do you think hardons get wrinkly if
they’re in the water too long?