Off the prompt "cuddles."

Nearly had a screaming meltdown on--late Friday night, early Saturday morning? I think? I've been at niqaeli's since then, aside from a brief run by my house for textbooks. I should probably think about going home. I have a small spot of homework to do in the next twelve hours, and I'm thinking about sleeping.

I want to be creative. I fired up Final Cut but that didn't really go anywhere; I opened up googledocs and thought about writing Sanctuary fic--I'm all caught up and have this ridiculously detailed plotbunny in my head about the intersection of the sexcapades of Helen Magnus and Vampire Nikola Tesla (with other people) that I'm actually kind of ashamed of, oh my god, the things that live in my head, I don't even.

But what came out was more Echo Bazaar fic. I'm sort of... I don't even know, this fic can't decide whether it wants to be game-play fic or narrative fic. At least it's settled on first-person for the narrative sections.

( bit of what I wrote tonight )

I really want to have some art in the story, it feels wrong not to have art in Echo Bazaar fic. I sent a message to someone asking if I could use some of the beautiful stuff I've seen go by on my droll (*waves*), I sort of flailed and dorked around incoherently a lot so you know, hopefully I don't come off as completely illiterate. *facepalm*

Logging ~10 hours of footage in real time. I THINK I probably have about six hours left. Been at it for five. And the only time I could do it was after business hours, so yeah.

Only have internet on my phone and I'm gonna kill the battery if I keep reading my droll so after this I'll have to find other things to entertain me in between changing tapes. Neglected to bring a book. ANYONE AT CONHQ: would love to have something to read. Am nearby. Txt for directions if niq dead.

Note to self for later: wynkat's SPN story If I Had A Hammer was something I wanted to read.

Going to be so spaced tomorrow.

Right, so about four and a half hours of sleep last night. I got up at three, figured I'd write for a bit and go back to bed, but I never got back to bed, and I'll be heading off to class in a couple minutes. I don't feel tired now but I bet I will around time for work! Go me!

My sense of days is getting really skewed because I didn't think three in the morning was going to be the fucking morning.

I keep having straight vid bunnies (and this is the theatrical sense of straight: straight vs musical, or straight vs. comedy--basically, straight == standard drama; hilariously for vids, standard drama is often slash, because that's one of the traditional purposes of vids: so anyway, when I say straight vid bunnies, here I mean standard dramatic occasionally slash vid bunnies). I really don't want to do any of the Sammy angst vids I've had ideas for, but I just found a goddamn Dean/Cas song that's really hugely just perfect Cas POV and the thing is it's not so much standard angst as "wtf strange human I do not understand you" with a side of DIRECT REFERENCE TO "heaven abandons me, you drag me down with you." I COULD MAKE AN ENTIRE VID OF CASTIEL'S CONFUSED FACE AT DEAN.

(It doesn't help that I spent the uh morning listening to everysecondtuesday remix John and Bobby's epic fail to Dean being an extremely fucked up moppet and driving Castiel to drink.)

I'm a little tempted.

I feel like crap. I feel like I lost my weekend, and alas I didn't even lose it to sleep or I'd feel up to more right now. No, I lost my weekend to writing White Collar fic and watching Supernatural. (In other news: I appear to have actually acquired a Supernatural plotbunny I want to keep. Who knows when or if I'll write it, I have seasons 2, 3, and half of 4 and 5 to catch up on, but it amuses me.)

Writing... I'm sure you're all aware that my intended thousand-word thought experiment got away from me and is now the better part of seven thousand words. I actually culled a few hundred out of it last night because there's one section that was 1500 words, which is about three times longer than most of the other sections, and I'm trying to figure out some way to fit into the structure. There's... I've been told, of its content, that there's two pieces of plot that need to be there and one sentence which is the linchpin of the story, so it's not like I'm battling extraneous crap here. Gah. I haven't tried the 1300 word version on anyone to see if it works as well cut down, but even so that's not cut down enough. I'm wondering if there's a way to space out these pieces across--even two scenes instead of one would be better. Also, I was told it needed more snark in this section. I'm pro-snark, but I'm finding it difficult when Peter and Neal are both trying so damn hard to get through to each other, hopefully without being forced to actually say anything about anything. Clearly they should be using snark to not say what they're trying to say.

In the meantime, I still haven't written the ending. I know what piece of information needs to get transmitted to Neal and I know how that needs to get reflected back to Peter for narrative resolution, I just can't write it. Partially because I'm fucking around with the 1500 word monster scene and partially because the scene I'm in the middle of is threatening to turn into a 1500 word monster as well, if I don't figure out how to end scene and go somewhere else for the next important bit.

And I still don't have a title.

And echan can make me shriek "Ew" repeatedly just by saying "spanking" now.

And last night I discovered the absolute, over-the-top, practically parody of itself bad epitome of the story my story was written in response to. Before I was writing about something that happened here and there, seemingly unintentionally and unthinkingly in stories I otherwise enjoyed, but whoa, this story was non-stop, all-singing, all-dancing, in your face for the entire story. Dude, some people like to play with feathers, some people need the whole damn chicken, apparently. It was hilarious. But probably only to me. From all the comments, people enjoyed it as a serious work of drama, so I think I'll respectfully refrain from naming names.

Time can stop running sideways any day now. For instance: could the next two days not feel like eternity kaythanks?