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dswdianeAfter a week in which I could not get Methos to tell me what the hell is going on with him, on Sunday both of them (Duncan and Methos) started talking to me again. YAY.
As a result I am now 2000 words into chapter one of book three which does not yet have a name of any kind, although it is a continuance of the Past Imperfect series--So Past Imperfect, Future as yet unknown--though loosely plotted.
My favorite part of what I've written so far:
"Methos closed his eyes for a moment. "I was taking a long walk—near the water—Trying to settle inside me what I'd talked about with Ralph. What we'd talked about was tiddlywinks compared to what came next—"
"Tiddlywinks?" Duncan cut in, laughing. "**Tiddlywinks**?"
Methos made a frustrated sigh. "A ridiculous game played with round—"
"I know *what* tiddlywinks are, Methos." Duncan kept laughing. "I just haven't heard anyone use it as a word/phrase/whatever the hell it is in years."
"It's fucking game, Duncan. And, in case it has escaped your notice, MacLeod, I AM *old*. Look, do you even want to hear—"
"Yes, I'm sorry," Duncan said contritely. "I'm really sorry. I do want to know what happened."
Methos grinned at him. "Furthermore, I know you were trying to make me laugh to relieve some of my tension. Thank you. That was unusually considerate of you."
"I beg your pardon. There is absolutely nothing unusual about—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah—mission accomplished. You can bloody well stop now—"
"You really, really want me to stop trying to make you laugh—urk" As one of Methos' pillows hit Duncan square in the face, he burst into startled laughter.
When both of them managed to stop laughing, Duncan pulled Methos into a hug and said, "Yes, I really want to hear what happened that was much more serious than tiddlywinks."
Methos settled back into curling up into Duncan's side with one of Duncan's arms around his shoulder and his face resting on Duncan's shoulder. "Yeah. But thank you for making me laugh. It did help. A lot. I knew there were a multitude of reasons I love you."
"Multitude of reasons I love you, too," Duncan said easily. "So, continue."
Methos nodded. "So I was walking and getting close to that area with the combined marina and the yacht club and the golf course and country club or whatever those things are called when they're all grouped together and on top of one another and yes, I know, there couldn't possibly be a golf course on top of a marina—"
"Sounds like a fascinating concept in landscaping and architecture," Duncan contributed helpfully."
So, yay, they're talking and they sound like themselves and just--yay.
I'm writing again, again, again. It really scared me last week after I finished book 2 and I wasn't much able to write anything except the first few paragraphs. But I think maybe my writing mind wanted a rest. I've written two full novels, a novella length story, a novelette, and three short stories since last May. And rewrote and posted all the short fiction (some of which were novella and novelette length) I wrote back before 2012.
And I am only happy when I'm writing and writing and writing. Well, I suppose maybe I can be happy doing other things, but not was happy as when I'm spending part of almost every day writing. And now I have a patient in about 10 minutes and really need to get focused on doing the work I get paid for. I have six clients today. Not bad. But gods, more and more and more every day I realize I much I really want to partially retire. I just looked and my gods, there are only about six or seven clients I really, really *want* to keep. OTOH, there are only four or five that I really, really wish would just go away and find a way to be content with life without my assistance.
All of that is an issue I really need to contemplate more fully because I really could take a partial retirement. Oh gods and demi-gods and shrieking demons (Methos please stop it already with these bizarre exclamations that end up only be used by you and me)(yeah right. As if--). If only the ones I most want to go away were not the same ones who have the most trouble with coping. Goddam ethical dilemmas suck.
As a result I am now 2000 words into chapter one of book three which does not yet have a name of any kind, although it is a continuance of the Past Imperfect series--So Past Imperfect, Future as yet unknown--though loosely plotted.
My favorite part of what I've written so far:
"Methos closed his eyes for a moment. "I was taking a long walk—near the water—Trying to settle inside me what I'd talked about with Ralph. What we'd talked about was tiddlywinks compared to what came next—"
"Tiddlywinks?" Duncan cut in, laughing. "**Tiddlywinks**?"
Methos made a frustrated sigh. "A ridiculous game played with round—"
"I know *what* tiddlywinks are, Methos." Duncan kept laughing. "I just haven't heard anyone use it as a word/phrase/whatever the hell it is in years."
"It's fucking game, Duncan. And, in case it has escaped your notice, MacLeod, I AM *old*. Look, do you even want to hear—"
"Yes, I'm sorry," Duncan said contritely. "I'm really sorry. I do want to know what happened."
Methos grinned at him. "Furthermore, I know you were trying to make me laugh to relieve some of my tension. Thank you. That was unusually considerate of you."
"I beg your pardon. There is absolutely nothing unusual about—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah—mission accomplished. You can bloody well stop now—"
"You really, really want me to stop trying to make you laugh—urk" As one of Methos' pillows hit Duncan square in the face, he burst into startled laughter.
When both of them managed to stop laughing, Duncan pulled Methos into a hug and said, "Yes, I really want to hear what happened that was much more serious than tiddlywinks."
Methos settled back into curling up into Duncan's side with one of Duncan's arms around his shoulder and his face resting on Duncan's shoulder. "Yeah. But thank you for making me laugh. It did help. A lot. I knew there were a multitude of reasons I love you."
"Multitude of reasons I love you, too," Duncan said easily. "So, continue."
Methos nodded. "So I was walking and getting close to that area with the combined marina and the yacht club and the golf course and country club or whatever those things are called when they're all grouped together and on top of one another and yes, I know, there couldn't possibly be a golf course on top of a marina—"
"Sounds like a fascinating concept in landscaping and architecture," Duncan contributed helpfully."
So, yay, they're talking and they sound like themselves and just--yay.
I'm writing again, again, again. It really scared me last week after I finished book 2 and I wasn't much able to write anything except the first few paragraphs. But I think maybe my writing mind wanted a rest. I've written two full novels, a novella length story, a novelette, and three short stories since last May. And rewrote and posted all the short fiction (some of which were novella and novelette length) I wrote back before 2012.
And I am only happy when I'm writing and writing and writing. Well, I suppose maybe I can be happy doing other things, but not was happy as when I'm spending part of almost every day writing. And now I have a patient in about 10 minutes and really need to get focused on doing the work I get paid for. I have six clients today. Not bad. But gods, more and more and more every day I realize I much I really want to partially retire. I just looked and my gods, there are only about six or seven clients I really, really *want* to keep. OTOH, there are only four or five that I really, really wish would just go away and find a way to be content with life without my assistance.
All of that is an issue I really need to contemplate more fully because I really could take a partial retirement. Oh gods and demi-gods and shrieking demons (Methos please stop it already with these bizarre exclamations that end up only be used by you and me)(yeah right. As if--). If only the ones I most want to go away were not the same ones who have the most trouble with coping. Goddam ethical dilemmas suck.
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Date: 2026-02-11 08:02 pm (UTC)Never thought I'd see a reference to Tiddlywinks in fanfic. Amusing! :)