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26 June 2005 @ 10:43 am
a breeze in which imprecision opens slowly into stars  
Don't hate me, but...I'm stuck! I can't think of what to write next in my story. I want other people to think for me. Many people have valiantly tried, but I still can't get the car back in gear. Help, I say again. Help.

In other news, I was very excited when my nose stud seemed to meld gracefully into my face. But after a few weeks the skin around it swelled up mutantly and I had to take it out. The swelling went back down after a few days and my nose looks normal again, so just now I cleaned everything up, aimed for the spot on my nose that was disguising itself as a pore, and shoved the thing back in, hoping like hell that it worked on the same principle as an earring hole. And it did. No blood. The metal just eased back into my nose like it was meant to live there. It was rather unsettling and weird. But in the end a good weird. (And hey--I screwed my courage to the sticking-place. Hee.)
Moral Whiplashbkwyrm on June 26th, 2005 05:46 pm (UTC)
That's odd - your nose piercing being that easy to replace, that is. My nose was pierced for two years, but healed up incredibly fast. As in, within a week. Bizarre.
Anna S.: blair-sandburgeliade on June 26th, 2005 05:50 pm (UTC)
Well, it looked like it healed over, but I decided to give it a try. :)
Brassy Hag: Hardcore Nudity!miggy on June 26th, 2005 05:55 pm (UTC)
You want to write a story where a lot of pretty, pretty men feed me grapes.

Barb: dreamitrahirah on June 26th, 2005 06:01 pm (UTC)
Are you maybe in need of a non-allergenic stud? I know when I re-opened my ear piercings after years of disuse, they got all swollen and nasty with the crappy pot-metal studs, but healed up once I put the real gold ones in.
alittlebritonalittlebriton on June 26th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)
Is it Bona Fides that you are stuck with, or another story?
julia_herejulia_here on June 26th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)
Congratulations on the nosestud replacement.

As to the writing? No clue. I tried to put some more words onto the MOPE ficathon piece yesterday and spent two hours rearranging words and ten minutes writing the first paragraph of the next section, and then, nada. So the theory that one just sits oneself down and WRITES did not work. Dammit.

Julia, going to go dig sod and otherwise make big holes in the ground and see if that helps.
julia_herejulia_here on June 26th, 2005 06:32 pm (UTC)
Also, though? It would not strike me amiss if Jack went all sideways about Vaughn inviting Syd to dinner, and a sticky social situation, followed by mutual temper tantrums, followed by (whatever suits your story telling needs) ensued.

Trepkos: Bemused by Glimmergirltrepkos on June 26th, 2005 06:31 pm (UTC)
Maybe someone in the Department could see something that made them suspect one of our heroes of being the mole.
And then the non-suspect could be taken aside and asked to keep an eye on the suspect...

Mintwitchmintwitch on June 26th, 2005 06:39 pm (UTC)
And hey--I screwed my courage to the sticking-place. Hee.

eirena on June 26th, 2005 06:40 pm (UTC)
Bring Irina or Bill Vaughn into the mix?

*snicker* Or Vaughn's Mother?
abbyleeabbylee on June 26th, 2005 06:46 pm (UTC)
Why do we just never, ever, never hear about his mother?
eirena on June 26th, 2005 07:02 pm (UTC)
No kidding... *G*

I think a sexy, overbearing, strong-minded French mother who adores her son and doesn't think Jack is good enough for her boy would be a fun addition to the story!
alittlebritonalittlebriton on June 26th, 2005 07:20 pm (UTC)
OMG YES!!!!! Please please far too funny! (I've had a lack of sleep, hence the multiple exclamation points). And then Jack can't threaten her or intimidate her, all he can do is suck up, which makes him uncomfortable, and Mummy Vaughn can be all, "You chose the wrong Bristow, boy" and Vaughn has to tell his mother that he really likes/loves Jack and in doing so realises that it's true and not really part of the mission anymore!

I may have got a little carried away.
julia_herejulia_here on June 27th, 2005 01:01 am (UTC)
This is a much better idea than mine.
Herself_nyc: S/A WTHTTYI by Kita & Xanphibianherself_nyc on June 26th, 2005 10:47 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, yeah.
Alizarin_NYC: Malalizarin_nyc on June 26th, 2005 09:30 pm (UTC)
Aw. Writer's malaise. Sucks. What if we beg and beg and threated to throw ourselves off the nearest bridge or high place if you do not continue? Would you then write just for the good of humanity? I mean, think about it. Smushed fans all over, or more Bona Fides? Your choice. I'm just sayin'.

So I give you Mal from Firefly because he is my current obsession that keeps me from reaching through the internet and yanking more J/V out of you. And Mal understands and is doing his best to calm me with his pretty, pretty eyes and his cranky, cranky goodness.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on June 26th, 2005 10:45 pm (UTC)
Is the story only in Michael's POV? If so, how about switching now to Jack's POV for the second half?
E. Stardustemstardust on June 27th, 2005 01:34 am (UTC)
What about the dinner party? I have a vision in which Michael has to work during the Saturday of the party and comes home to find that Jack has made the salad, but he has to make the duck and Sydney is there already and then they have breathless talk about missing each other in the kitchen and they hold hands during dessert. ?????
Fandom: karass or granfalloon. Discuss.sherrold on June 28th, 2005 01:50 am (UTC)
This is way too long and dry to be useful
but I give it to you anyway.

It was all in the news yesterday about the Italians ordering the arrest of 13 CIA agents for activities carried out months ago. The agents are of course safe home in the US, and no one thinks the Italians will actually get to put them on trial, but the whole thing is an embarrassment to us anyway.

Here's the coolish part -- how did the Italians find out about them?
While most of the operatives apparently used false identities, they left a long trail of paper and electronic records that enabled Italian investigators to retrace their movements in detail. Posing as tourists and business travelers, the Americans often stayed in the same five-star hotels, rarely paid in cash, gave their frequent traveler account numbers to desk clerks and made dozens of calls from unsecure phones in their rooms.

During January 2003, they were regular patrons at the Hotel Principe di Savoia in Milan, which bills itself as "one of the world's most luxuriously appointed hotels" and features a marble-lined spa and minibar Cokes that cost about $10. Seven of the Americans stayed at the 80-year-old hotel for periods ranging from three days to three weeks at nightly rates of about $450, racking up total expenses of more than $42,000 there.

Anyway, they sound like complete lame-os. I think that Syd and Jack and Vaughn and the crowd would be having a blast now making fun of them...

Sorry -- otherwise, I got nothin'!