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Ready for it to be the weekend
I'm tired. Not just sleepy, but a deep bone-weariness that comes only after 2 weeks of 5 hour nights, and long days of shelving, moving and coding books.
My brain is toast. As in "with jam" level. And maybe a couple of poached eggs on the side. Mmmm, sounds good, actually. Eggs poached in maple syrup.
I keep thinking of really, really stupid story cliches:
London apprentice kidnapped off the docks and made cabin boy.
A slashy pastiche of Ghost in the Noonday Sun (I think I'll save that for a Han/Luke. Luke's the sort in 19th century New England who would see ghosts)
Viking raiders show up, loot and pillage. Pillaged man is taken back as a present for the Captain, who likes smjorr-redr argr.
(Old Norse just sounds so very piratical. Arrr!) He's forced to wear a dress (as would be done in that culture) and repeatedly informed he will be sold when they reach Birka.
Space pirates capture a small vessel with the scion of a wealthy family. Plans to ransom him procede, even while he's entertaining the Captain.
The ever popular, Ur-narrative of Spock slash: Pon-farr strikes at a bad time, and McCoy is the only solution.
Also got word about a Sentinel X-over zine. I was wondering how it'd do with Buffy. "This town stinks, chief." ::Sneeze:: "Blood, dust and a lot of decay. How many cemetaries did you say there were again?"
A really, really stupid tale about Jim & Blair fixing a window and finding out why one doesn't use caulk as lube.
Still percolating the 2 generation MPreg, and figuring out where to go with the new story. Turns out it's an addiction narrative, so, am reading some.
I want chocolate.
I want a nap.
40 minutes.
My brain is toast. As in "with jam" level. And maybe a couple of poached eggs on the side. Mmmm, sounds good, actually. Eggs poached in maple syrup.
I keep thinking of really, really stupid story cliches:
London apprentice kidnapped off the docks and made cabin boy.
A slashy pastiche of Ghost in the Noonday Sun (I think I'll save that for a Han/Luke. Luke's the sort in 19th century New England who would see ghosts)
Viking raiders show up, loot and pillage. Pillaged man is taken back as a present for the Captain, who likes smjorr-redr argr.
(Old Norse just sounds so very piratical. Arrr!) He's forced to wear a dress (as would be done in that culture) and repeatedly informed he will be sold when they reach Birka.
Space pirates capture a small vessel with the scion of a wealthy family. Plans to ransom him procede, even while he's entertaining the Captain.
The ever popular, Ur-narrative of Spock slash: Pon-farr strikes at a bad time, and McCoy is the only solution.
Also got word about a Sentinel X-over zine. I was wondering how it'd do with Buffy. "This town stinks, chief." ::Sneeze:: "Blood, dust and a lot of decay. How many cemetaries did you say there were again?"
A really, really stupid tale about Jim & Blair fixing a window and finding out why one doesn't use caulk as lube.
Still percolating the 2 generation MPreg, and figuring out where to go with the new story. Turns out it's an addiction narrative, so, am reading some.
I want chocolate.
I want a nap.
40 minutes.
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(Old Norse just sounds so very Viking) He's forced to wear a dress (as would be done in that culture) and repeatedly informed he will be sold when they reach Birka.
Being a Swede I'm very tempted to ask to get to use this for my next slashy story ^__^;;;
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Please feel free to confiscate the idea. i may have finished writing my Nordic fic.