Ten Little Chances to be Free (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-10-24 09:14 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-10-24 09:14 am
Entry tags:
Fic! Fic! Glorious fic!
...hold your horses, it's not done yet. XD
But yes. After a long, long, long period of writers block, last night (this morning?) I got incredibly hopped-up on No-Doz and proceeded to scribble down about half of Plotbunny #2. It was... not what I expected. Have discovered to my chagrin that I am very out of practice and my fiction now sucks really bad. Also issues with "plot": it was supposed to be about poor innocent Marius, but the thing you must understand about my brain and caffeine is that whatever thought was on my mind when it kicks in will remain on my mind for the next four hours at least. Anticipating this, I was running through fic inspiration; it was just my bad (good?) luck that really-drunk!Courfeyrac was what got stuck.
So yes. He staggers! He laughs! He sings dirty songs and molests his roommate! It's the amazing trashed-beyond-all-belief M. François de Courfeyrac! The exact content of the dirty song shall remain a mystery until the fic is actually posted, but in lieu of that I shall give you Enjolras' drinking song, AKA Why the Marble Statue Stays Sober.
I wish I could drink like my friends do--
I'm more lightweight than Jehan Prouvaire
Five and I'm under the table;
Six and I'm under Grantaire.
(deepest apologies to Dorothy Parker)
I'm becoming increasingly convinced that it is impossible for me to stay up all night without producing some new and amusing bit of crack.
I GET MY COMPUTER BACK ON SATURDAY. ALL REJOICE. The three most important things this means:
1) Will have my muuuuuuuusic back. And will be able to collaborate with certain awesome people on campus to have a goth/industrial Halloween party.
2) Will have Photoshop. Will probably go icon-crazy and also layout-crazy. Fweeeee.
3) Will have steady Internet that doesn't close at 12 midnight, which means a mainline injection of my late-night crack for any of you who talk to me on AIM.
But yes. After a long, long, long period of writers block, last night (this morning?) I got incredibly hopped-up on No-Doz and proceeded to scribble down about half of Plotbunny #2. It was... not what I expected. Have discovered to my chagrin that I am very out of practice and my fiction now sucks really bad. Also issues with "plot": it was supposed to be about poor innocent Marius, but the thing you must understand about my brain and caffeine is that whatever thought was on my mind when it kicks in will remain on my mind for the next four hours at least. Anticipating this, I was running through fic inspiration; it was just my bad (good?) luck that really-drunk!Courfeyrac was what got stuck.
So yes. He staggers! He laughs! He sings dirty songs and molests his roommate! It's the amazing trashed-beyond-all-belief M. François de Courfeyrac! The exact content of the dirty song shall remain a mystery until the fic is actually posted, but in lieu of that I shall give you Enjolras' drinking song, AKA Why the Marble Statue Stays Sober.
I wish I could drink like my friends do--
I'm more lightweight than Jehan Prouvaire
Five and I'm under the table;
Six and I'm under Grantaire.
(deepest apologies to Dorothy Parker)
I'm becoming increasingly convinced that it is impossible for me to stay up all night without producing some new and amusing bit of crack.
I GET MY COMPUTER BACK ON SATURDAY. ALL REJOICE. The three most important things this means:
1) Will have my muuuuuuuusic back. And will be able to collaborate with certain awesome people on campus to have a goth/industrial Halloween party.
2) Will have Photoshop. Will probably go icon-crazy and also layout-crazy. Fweeeee.
3) Will have steady Internet that doesn't close at 12 midnight, which means a mainline injection of my late-night crack for any of you who talk to me on AIM.