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bronze_ribbons*sigh* What it's actually like to live with me:
Wikipedia: During World War II, the number of Akita dogs greatly diminished because of the lack of food. There were also orders to capture all dogs except German shepherds, in order to use their fur for warm army uniforms. Many people bred Akitas with shepherds to avoid capture.
Me: Golly.
My brain: Won't fit in your story, though.
Me: Of course not. Wait, wha-- did we just agree on something?
My brain [hurt tone]: And here I thought you were excited about what we came up with today.
Me [hastily]: Oh, I am, I am! Combining _________ and ___________ is going to be brilliant!
My brain: Well, then --
Me: ...but I'm still sorry to lose the _____ in Ueno. And the dishwasher nicknamed "Longbottom."
My brain: That was too much -- too implausible -- even in the original draft.
Me: True, true, I'm not that sorry about that one. But the scene on ______? That was the original image in my head! That was the heart of the story!
My brain: No, it wasn't. You needed it to write your way into this story, but it belongs to another one entirely.
Me: *grumble grumble gnash dither clings*
My brain: Are you a writer or not? Suck it up and kill the darlings already!
Me: *pause* Heh. Do you suppose if I posted that phrase to my LJ, half of my flist would assume "darlings" referred to "characters"?
My brain: Do you suppose you could just work on the story instead coming up with new ways to mess with your readers?
Me: *pouts* They like it when I do that. You like it when I do that.
My brain: I want you to finish this damn story so I can concentrate on other things!
Me: Oh, me too. But not this weekend, no. I've got four or five houseguests coming in tonight, so I need to wash towels and sheets, buy beer, make sangria, bake a cake --
My brain: And read more about the Danish Resistance --
Me: Did you hear me!? I have houseguests! This means I have to be hospitable!
My brain: Oh, bah. They're geeks too. Well, at least the physicist is.
Me: Well, yeah, she's used to me. But the others I don't know. I can't exactly say, here, have a book and here's a pitcher of tea, I'm going to go pander to my obsession with tormenting someone else's characters --
My brain: Pandas? There's no pandas in this story! Bad enough you're badgering![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
busaikko about sheepdogs...
Me: Pander. Honestly. And it's your fault I kept hearing "I'm alive too" instead of "I'm a lot like you" and got so excited--
My brain: Hmph. It's still perfect for the soundtrack.
Me: Bah. Soundtrack, schmoundtrack. People are going to think I'm trend-coasting.
My brain: And what's wrong with that?
Me: I am a original! I am unique! I am not derivative --
My brain: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Then why did I have to rescue this story from turning into "Gaudy Night meets Tokyo Babylon," eh?
Me: I hate you.
My brain: Sure. Have another cup of coffee. You know I'm going to come up with another sweet twistie after lunch, and then you're going to be all THAT' S SO COOL MUST WORK ON STORY NOW OH THANK YOU BRAIN!
Me: Except that I'll be disinfecting the bathroom floor and chopping lemons and you weren't listening at all when I pointed out I have other shit to do, were you?
My brain: You really need to customize your mood theme. Why isn't "distracted" on the list?
Me: Hm. That could be a fun question for the flist. "Name a mood you'd add to your mood theme."
My brain: Does![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
lupin_snape have "wolfish" on theirs?
Me: I was thinking "dogged" would be a good one to add.
My brain: But you don't ship Sirius/anyone. Except maybe Gaius.
Me: That's not shipping. That's just the fact that you go all gooey whenever you behold Hugh Jackman without face fungus.
My brain: I do not go all gooey! "Slightly liquid" does not equate to "all gooey"!
Me: Oh for God's sake. We have a meeting in twenty-three minutes. Help?
My brain [stubborn]: "Distracted" really needs to be on your mood theme list. After all, you keep looking for it when it's not there.
Me: Story of my life.
My brain: Theme of your story.
Me: All right. All right. Later!
My brain: It really will be all right.
Wikipedia: During World War II, the number of Akita dogs greatly diminished because of the lack of food. There were also orders to capture all dogs except German shepherds, in order to use their fur for warm army uniforms. Many people bred Akitas with shepherds to avoid capture.
Me: Golly.
My brain: Won't fit in your story, though.
Me: Of course not. Wait, wha-- did we just agree on something?
My brain [hurt tone]: And here I thought you were excited about what we came up with today.
Me [hastily]: Oh, I am, I am! Combining _________ and ___________ is going to be brilliant!
My brain: Well, then --
Me: ...but I'm still sorry to lose the _____ in Ueno. And the dishwasher nicknamed "Longbottom."
My brain: That was too much -- too implausible -- even in the original draft.
Me: True, true, I'm not that sorry about that one. But the scene on ______? That was the original image in my head! That was the heart of the story!
My brain: No, it wasn't. You needed it to write your way into this story, but it belongs to another one entirely.
Me: *grumble grumble gnash dither clings*
My brain: Are you a writer or not? Suck it up and kill the darlings already!
Me: *pause* Heh. Do you suppose if I posted that phrase to my LJ, half of my flist would assume "darlings" referred to "characters"?
My brain: Do you suppose you could just work on the story instead coming up with new ways to mess with your readers?
Me: *pouts* They like it when I do that. You like it when I do that.
My brain: I want you to finish this damn story so I can concentrate on other things!
Me: Oh, me too. But not this weekend, no. I've got four or five houseguests coming in tonight, so I need to wash towels and sheets, buy beer, make sangria, bake a cake --
My brain: And read more about the Danish Resistance --
Me: Did you hear me!? I have houseguests! This means I have to be hospitable!
My brain: Oh, bah. They're geeks too. Well, at least the physicist is.
Me: Well, yeah, she's used to me. But the others I don't know. I can't exactly say, here, have a book and here's a pitcher of tea, I'm going to go pander to my obsession with tormenting someone else's characters --
My brain: Pandas? There's no pandas in this story! Bad enough you're badgering
busaikko about sheepdogs...Me: Pander. Honestly. And it's your fault I kept hearing "I'm alive too" instead of "I'm a lot like you" and got so excited--
My brain: Hmph. It's still perfect for the soundtrack.
Me: Bah. Soundtrack, schmoundtrack. People are going to think I'm trend-coasting.
My brain: And what's wrong with that?
Me: I am a original! I am unique! I am not derivative --
My brain: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Then why did I have to rescue this story from turning into "Gaudy Night meets Tokyo Babylon," eh?
Me: I hate you.
My brain: Sure. Have another cup of coffee. You know I'm going to come up with another sweet twistie after lunch, and then you're going to be all THAT' S SO COOL MUST WORK ON STORY NOW OH THANK YOU BRAIN!
Me: Except that I'll be disinfecting the bathroom floor and chopping lemons and you weren't listening at all when I pointed out I have other shit to do, were you?
My brain: You really need to customize your mood theme. Why isn't "distracted" on the list?
Me: Hm. That could be a fun question for the flist. "Name a mood you'd add to your mood theme."
My brain: Does
lupin_snape have "wolfish" on theirs?Me: I was thinking "dogged" would be a good one to add.
My brain: But you don't ship Sirius/anyone. Except maybe Gaius.
Me: That's not shipping. That's just the fact that you go all gooey whenever you behold Hugh Jackman without face fungus.
My brain: I do not go all gooey! "Slightly liquid" does not equate to "all gooey"!
Me: Oh for God's sake. We have a meeting in twenty-three minutes. Help?
My brain [stubborn]: "Distracted" really needs to be on your mood theme list. After all, you keep looking for it when it's not there.
Me: Story of my life.
My brain: Theme of your story.
Me: All right. All right. Later!
My brain: It really will be all right.