Hostage Negotiations with the Muses
Jan. 31st, 2012 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdDoing the 1000 words has really helped. The muses are less tempermental, progress is being made.
That doesn't mean all is sunshine and roses here in Angel's Head.
Scene 1
Nick (whining): I'm tired of being straight. This cyberpunk sucks. Write on Nick and Corban. Better yet, watch The Experiment again. Or A Matador's Mistress. You've been holding that over my head for weeks.
Me: You get Adrien Brody in the Tightest Pants In The World when you finish the cyberpunk. Here, have a Nicole Kidman movie instead. *puts in Billy Bathgate*
Nick: *grumbles, then looks up* Whoa, whoa, back it up.
Me: *obliges, running nude scene in the three way mirror for him again*
Nick: I....I get That? Guuuh! Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssh! *faceplants*
Me: Sigh. You're not only an inveterate cock-gobbler, you're apparently a pussy hound. Now, since we know, there will be no more complaints and you will finish the cyberpunk?
Nick: *nods* Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssh! *faceplant*
Scene 2:
David: *replays earring-cutting-out scene for me*
Me: Oh stop. We're almost there. Be good and I'll let Corban fingerpaint in the blood.
David: Really?
Me: Be good
David: I'm very, very good, dear girl, but type faster.
Scene 3:
Me: I'm really not ready to write that WWII novel
Frank, Arthur, and a random Nick: We are! *gives me opening scene with Hank coming to visit Frank and give him a heads-up about construct conscription*
Scene 4:
T: Ever getting back to Manhunt? How about the Studio one? I like that one.
Me: You would. Just because you get to fuck everything that breathes in your direction.
Nick: *looks all scared in his overalls and glasses as T holds the pitchfork to his throat*
Me: Boys! How many fingers do you think I have to type with?
Scene 5:
Anthony, all crucified: Not enough. Come on. Your stuff is out of contract with Phaze by now.
Josh, holding the camera: Yeah, get him off there. Let's get Passion Hearts done.
The chorus comes up: Edward and Charlie, the flower fairies, everyone. They all want me and they all want me now. Loved, but spread too thin.
That doesn't mean all is sunshine and roses here in Angel's Head.
Scene 1
Nick (whining): I'm tired of being straight. This cyberpunk sucks. Write on Nick and Corban. Better yet, watch The Experiment again. Or A Matador's Mistress. You've been holding that over my head for weeks.
Me: You get Adrien Brody in the Tightest Pants In The World when you finish the cyberpunk. Here, have a Nicole Kidman movie instead. *puts in Billy Bathgate*
Nick: *grumbles, then looks up* Whoa, whoa, back it up.
Me: *obliges, running nude scene in the three way mirror for him again*
Nick: I....I get That? Guuuh! Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssh! *faceplants*
Me: Sigh. You're not only an inveterate cock-gobbler, you're apparently a pussy hound. Now, since we know, there will be no more complaints and you will finish the cyberpunk?
Nick: *nods* Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusssssssssssh! *faceplant*
Scene 2:
David: *replays earring-cutting-out scene for me*
Me: Oh stop. We're almost there. Be good and I'll let Corban fingerpaint in the blood.
David: Really?
Me: Be good
David: I'm very, very good, dear girl, but type faster.
Scene 3:
Me: I'm really not ready to write that WWII novel
Frank, Arthur, and a random Nick: We are! *gives me opening scene with Hank coming to visit Frank and give him a heads-up about construct conscription*
Scene 4:
T: Ever getting back to Manhunt? How about the Studio one? I like that one.
Me: You would. Just because you get to fuck everything that breathes in your direction.
Nick: *looks all scared in his overalls and glasses as T holds the pitchfork to his throat*
Me: Boys! How many fingers do you think I have to type with?
Scene 5:
Anthony, all crucified: Not enough. Come on. Your stuff is out of contract with Phaze by now.
Josh, holding the camera: Yeah, get him off there. Let's get Passion Hearts done.
The chorus comes up: Edward and Charlie, the flower fairies, everyone. They all want me and they all want me now. Loved, but spread too thin.
