wherein Liz is tipsy and has plotbunnies
Aug. 31st, 2008 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingHow to tell that you are a bit tipsy:
Drink a glass of rhubarb wine. Notice that your reactions are ever-so-slightly off.
Say to yourself, "I'm not quite all there, am I? Yeah, I can feel it. I wouldn't let myself drive if I were me!"
Pause.
Rerun last sentence.
Crack up.
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In other news, I was bitten by a vicious evil plotbunny for a Nolan!verse post-TDK Batman story, involving two plots holes about people who must either know or suspect a connection between Bruce and Batman, and the probable police investigation after Batman takes the blame for Harvey's murder spree. I may or may not actually write the story. The trouble, you see, is that it would involve a lot of legal stuff and police procedure, as well as mundane details about the daily function of high-tech R&D departments and TV news stations -- and I know approximately less than nothing about those four subjects -- but it's been a very fun set of ideas to juggle in my mind during slow periods at work.
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I dunno. I've hardly written a word of fiction in the past two weeks. I just haven't been motivated -- nothing is calling to me, and nothing is pushing at me either. (By 'calling to me' I mean a story that needs to be written whether I want to or not, and by 'pushing at me' I mean a need to write, whether any story is currently cooperating or not.)
I've been here before and I know this will pass, but it's a bit odd during the drifting days. On the one hand, it's very relaxing; I have no compulsions at the moment. On the other hand, I feel rather guilty because I regard writing as something more than just a hobby, and it strikes me as awfully lazy and self-indulgent to just fink out, as it were.
So it's kind of nice to have a plotbunny, even if it's not a convenient one. *grin*
Drink a glass of rhubarb wine. Notice that your reactions are ever-so-slightly off.
Say to yourself, "I'm not quite all there, am I? Yeah, I can feel it. I wouldn't let myself drive if I were me!"
Pause.
Rerun last sentence.
Crack up.
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In other news, I was bitten by a vicious evil plotbunny for a Nolan!verse post-TDK Batman story, involving two plots holes about people who must either know or suspect a connection between Bruce and Batman, and the probable police investigation after Batman takes the blame for Harvey's murder spree. I may or may not actually write the story. The trouble, you see, is that it would involve a lot of legal stuff and police procedure, as well as mundane details about the daily function of high-tech R&D departments and TV news stations -- and I know approximately less than nothing about those four subjects -- but it's been a very fun set of ideas to juggle in my mind during slow periods at work.
...
I dunno. I've hardly written a word of fiction in the past two weeks. I just haven't been motivated -- nothing is calling to me, and nothing is pushing at me either. (By 'calling to me' I mean a story that needs to be written whether I want to or not, and by 'pushing at me' I mean a need to write, whether any story is currently cooperating or not.)
I've been here before and I know this will pass, but it's a bit odd during the drifting days. On the one hand, it's very relaxing; I have no compulsions at the moment. On the other hand, I feel rather guilty because I regard writing as something more than just a hobby, and it strikes me as awfully lazy and self-indulgent to just fink out, as it were.
So it's kind of nice to have a plotbunny, even if it's not a convenient one. *grin*
