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It's the 23rd of May. I have only a few more days to get off my ass and start writing that Daniel/Jack slash fic Challenge story.
Here's the deal: it's a miniNaNo! Er...only since it's not a novel by any means...um...is 8,400 words a short story? Yeah, I think it is.
It's a Jack/Daniel weeklong slash orgy!
Here's the word counter so far:
Lovely, isn't it? 1200 words per day. Spilling out of my brain and onto the digital. All of those Stephen King and Peter Straub books are just going to have to wait their turn. I'se gots me some writin' to do. And will it include utterly gratuitous nakee sex scenes between our boys? Well, it just maybe MIGHT. And I might even throw in Jack's fears of some Mitchell horning in on his action. In his head, or whereever. Plus a beagle or two. I don't know. With some horror aka King and Straub thrown in for some good measure. Am I on drugs? I goddamn well AUGHT to be. Dammit.
Here's the deal: it's a miniNaNo! Er...only since it's not a novel by any means...um...is 8,400 words a short story? Yeah, I think it is.
It's a Jack/Daniel weeklong slash orgy!
Here's the word counter so far:
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Lovely, isn't it? 1200 words per day. Spilling out of my brain and onto the digital. All of those Stephen King and Peter Straub books are just going to have to wait their turn. I'se gots me some writin' to do. And will it include utterly gratuitous nakee sex scenes between our boys? Well, it just maybe MIGHT. And I might even throw in Jack's fears of some Mitchell horning in on his action. In his head, or whereever. Plus a beagle or two. I don't know. With some horror aka King and Straub thrown in for some good measure. Am I on drugs? I goddamn well AUGHT to be. Dammit.
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And Jack is so NOT a prize anymore. Maybe he was once upon a time, but I think that time passed long ago, and their relationship changed, and Jack's not worth all the angst and anguish anymore. He's like a friend that's moved onto other concerns, and you gradually lose contact.
I think I'm going to have to temporarily revise my thinking for this story, though, or incorporate it somehow. It's supposed to have a happy ending, and right now, all I can conceive are bitter-sweet endings.
Or maybe I'll structure it like that movie "Brazil". Did you ever see "Brazil"? On the big screen, it ended in a very down note, with the protagonist having gone nuts in the interragation chair. But in his mind, he's off happily with the girl of his dreams, in a previous escape scene, which is where the TV network clipped the movie short to. So on TV, the movie ended with the protagonist getting away, with the girl. Very upbeat.
Hmmm.
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