#stupid muse

[girl-next-door-writes]

Today in the writing dojo

Me: *opening my WIP folder* Okay, what have we got for today?

Poe: Well I won the popular vote.  Your followers want me so here I am.

Me: Good point *opens up Poe fic and starts to write*

George: Oh, you know that idea you had for me?  What if we turned it into a six part series?

Me: George, I don’t do series.  I don’t like writing series.

George: I know, but hear me out.  You can’t possibly put all the ideas you have for that fic in your usual 1000 - 3000 words.  It needs to be a series.

Me: *stares at George through narrowed eyes* Fine.  But I will need a beta team before I even START writing that. *gets onto tumblr and puts out a request for beta’s*

Poe: Yeah, she’s writing me.  

Napoleon: When you get round to my little fic, I have just the song for you to listen to.  Here, listen to it right now and let me know what you think.

Me: Napoleon, I don’t have time... 

Napoleon: *Shoves my headphones on and plays the damned song anyway.*

Me: Hmmmmm, yeah, that would work. *Opens up Napoleon fic*

Poe: HEY! You were writing mine!

Me: True, but I just want to get this idea down...

Hux: *Perches on the edge of my desk and smirks.*

Me: Oh no.

Hux: *Tilts his head and raises an eyebrow*

Me: Oh no

Hux: *picks up my pen and begins to twirl it in his fingers*

Me: Oh no no no no no!  

Hux: I brought you a plot bunny, darling.

Me: I DON’T HAVE ANY HUX PROMPTS!

Hux: I know.  That’s why I brought my own.

Poe: You’re going to write a Hux fic aren’t you.

Me: *unconvincingly* No

Poe: Despite having three different fics already open.

Me: *Head in my hands* No.

Poe: And despite having 25 fics to write with actual prompts and everything.

Me: Yes.  Damn it.  

Hux: *gives everyone a smug grin*

Me: Stupid pretty ginger man with issues and being soft and giving me plot bunnies when I don’t need them. 

[cxitium]

Dont let Abaddon know anything about you. He will take it and ruin it.

[29-pieces]

Singularity - Good Omens fanfic sneak peek

Clearing his throat again, Aziraphale nervously called, “H-hello? Um… is… anyone here? Hello?” 

No answer but some light singing of crickets and a snatch of birdsong. 

Aziraphale brushed aside the leafy branches of a tree, making his way deeper into the little garden. Ahead, he spied an altar, and hurried towards it. There, he stopped to take another breath. 

Most likely, She wasn’t even going to answer one as low as a principality, but he was already here and he had to try. 

“Ahem,” he coughed, closing his eyes and hoping. “Er… hello? I- I’m trying to reach… well… God. Are- are you there?” 

HELLO, AZIRAPHALE. 

Shocked to have actually received an answer, Aziraphale jumped with a tiny squeak. “Oh! Oh, ah… dear me, I didn’t think- oh, um, hello.” 

WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE, PRINCIPALITY? 

“I, um… seek an audience. I must report- well, you see, the thing of it is, there’s a demon. Here, in Heaven. And, and, I just wonder, in your, um… wisdom, you have already cast all the demons out of Heaven, and- would it not be best, perhaps, to, ah… cast him out again now?” 

THE DEMON, CRAWLY? 

“Crowley,” Aziraphale automatically corrected, before his eyes widened in horror. “Oh, but, I mean, not that I would ever correct you, it’s just, well, he- he goes by Crowley now. I hear. We haven’t spoken. But I overheard once.” 

The sound surrounding him now could only be described as a soft, echoing chuckle, which was more than a little terrifying. Aziraphale suddenly had the horrible notion that God had already known Crowley had changed his name but wondered what Aziraphale would say about it, and that She might well know he was lying about not speaking to the demon…

I BELIEVE GABRIEL ALREADY HAS HIM IN HAND.

“Ah, yes, erm… well, you see, that’s the problem. Gabriel- now of course, he’s much wiser than me and surely knows what he’s doing, but I can’t help but think perhaps, um… well, torture, might- might not be the most… angelic course of action?”

[willow-salix]

I love how in my blog description I optimistically said 'the odd fan fic' like I might post one now and then, in between my actual, serious, need to write this shit because I've got a book due, writing. I was lying to myself, Im totally filling this entire thing up with TAG stuff and just living in blissful denial...

[befitandchase]

Damn muse!!

That dumb ho decided to abandon me halfway through writing my first Malex fic!

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

How about a vote? I have two smutty pieces that I polished up this afternoon. What would you all rather read this weekend? A continuation of THIS drabble featuring bossy trainer Peeta. New piece takes place post MJ. Or a Halloween bit from the Wrapped in Red universe, featuring festive...stockings duh. Both are rated E (Explicit...like really explicit and dirty), told from Peeta’s POV, and are roughly between 4500 - 5500 words. Winner posts today, other one will post next Friday, Nov 9th. I’m going grocery shopping now and will post when I get back. ;)

[tonystarktogo]

That time the spoiled, rich kid Tony Stark wearing a perfectly fitted suit jacket and a shy smile saved low-level thug, proud gang member and all-around bad boy Bucky’s life. Figuratively speaking. Because no one really looks good in orange.

[alicemoonwonderland]

Me: *has 3 works in progress and trying to find the motivation to write*

*friend mentions something about lullabies*

Muse: LETS DO THIS THING AND NOT THE OTHER THINGS YOU WANT!!

Me: But but....

Muse: *runs off to do the other thing*

Me:....fuck *opens new Word document*