Aggravating muses
Apr. 8th, 2026 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dswdianeSo, first they distract me from the third book in this series in which I have written four chapters and am halfway through a fifth one to insist I HAVE to write a new scene after the end of "Til Death." After Methos has precipitated Duncan dropping and shattering a Ming vase.
Then Methos refuses to be happy with the first five versions of what I write which is close to what he wants, but not quite. Finally, finally, finally Methos and Duncan and me are happy with the first 2000 words. And I happily go to sleep last night. At 1:30 am.
Then they wake me up at 5:00 am this morning demanding the next scene and describing it to me in detail--and it is absolute porn (shut UP, both of you, you can call it erotica until you turn blue and fall right over). (Yes, I know it's not graphically explicit, but it IS sex from beginning to end). Gods. And both of them are implicated. There's plenty of blame to go around. Thank the gods, several clients cancelled today. I am fried.
Maybe more later. And it is later. And since I started writing at about 7:30 am because I very considerately did NOT wake up my spousal unit so I could go type in the same room. Which is where this computer lives and there is naught to be done about that except live with it. For now anyway. Anyway I now have close to 4000 words and only one more scene to write with is actually mostly a denouement.
And now I want to tear up chapter 5 of book 3 and change it. A Lot. Because I have had a better idea. So it was good that I got distracted into writing a different story instead of forging on. Thank you beta Paul for totally brilliant suggestion.
If I have more to say, I can write more later.
Then Methos refuses to be happy with the first five versions of what I write which is close to what he wants, but not quite. Finally, finally, finally Methos and Duncan and me are happy with the first 2000 words. And I happily go to sleep last night. At 1:30 am.
Then they wake me up at 5:00 am this morning demanding the next scene and describing it to me in detail--and it is absolute porn (shut UP, both of you, you can call it erotica until you turn blue and fall right over). (Yes, I know it's not graphically explicit, but it IS sex from beginning to end). Gods. And both of them are implicated. There's plenty of blame to go around. Thank the gods, several clients cancelled today. I am fried.
Maybe more later. And it is later. And since I started writing at about 7:30 am because I very considerately did NOT wake up my spousal unit so I could go type in the same room. Which is where this computer lives and there is naught to be done about that except live with it. For now anyway. Anyway I now have close to 4000 words and only one more scene to write with is actually mostly a denouement.
And now I want to tear up chapter 5 of book 3 and change it. A Lot. Because I have had a better idea. So it was good that I got distracted into writing a different story instead of forging on. Thank you beta Paul for totally brilliant suggestion.
If I have more to say, I can write more later.
