Possibly I watch too many procedurals.
Nov. 10th, 2010 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carolinecraneI did not write a single word today, a fact which is made all the more tragic by the fact that I left work at noon. Oh, wait, that's totally a lie. I wrote some Criminal Minds fic but it's awful and not finished and I can't even bear to revisit it right now, so it'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
It's possible I'm sliding into a little writer's block crisis. Which should come as a surprise to no one, because it's November, and November is OMG TOO MUCH PRESSURE, even though I totally didn't commit to Nano in any real way this year.
Anyway. I left work at noon so I could go to the dentist and get my old, damaged crown replaced with a temporary crown. I think I actually fell asleep once or twice while they were working, which should be impossible, considering how uncomfortable it is to hold your mouth open that wide for that long (I'd make a blow job joke, but seriously, you already made one in your head) but really it just tells you how sleep deprived I am. So maybe the not writing anything decent today thing shouldn't come as a surprise.
After my dentist visit I finally drove to the county recycling center and dropped off a couple old laptops that gave up the ghost ages ago. Which was fine, no big deal, until I stepped into the little trailer where they take computer parts and there was a guy in there sort of leering at me. I mean, he was nice and all, but he was throwing off a vibe for sure. Then the other guy (the one who's in charge of the household waste dumpsters) wandered in while I was getting a receipt so my brother-in-law wouldn't yell at me during tax season, and for a moment it turned into this, like, scene from Criminal Minds or something.
Nothing happened and they were both perfectly nice [read: creepy-nice and too friendly]. It was just a really strange moment. But it's the first time I've felt vulnerable because of my sex in awhile, and it was kind of weird. And also a reminder that sometimes it's okay not to get a receipt.
Then I mentioned having just come from the dentist, because my whole jaw was numb so I was kind of slurring like I'd been drinking, and he said, and I quote, "I hope they didn't have to pull [your tooth]." And then it just turned into a hillbilly tragicomedy and I got the hell out of there.
I looked away from the TV at the end so I missed the final scene. Did they show Derek in the audience at Garcia's play? And did he bring his boyfriend with him? Because I kind of wantto write fic where he brings his boyfriend with him.
I'm not even going to get into how if she doesn't want her coworkers to find out, she shouldn't bring her flyers with her to meetings, because hello, it is pointless trying to get TV writers to use logic. That is not a language they speak. I have learned this lesson the hard way.
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So that was my day. Sorry about the lack of fic. I thought about fic. Mainly I thought about how much I have ruined my Criminal Minds fic (and it had such promise for the first 15,000 words!) and how I can work Kurt topping into the futurefic series. And trying to talk myself out of starting another Kurt/Puck fic unrelated to any of my current projects which spins off from last night's episode. Because I don't already have enough to do.
Maybe I'll write something tomorrow, though I am going to see Social Network, so I'm not guaranteeing anything.
It's possible I'm sliding into a little writer's block crisis. Which should come as a surprise to no one, because it's November, and November is OMG TOO MUCH PRESSURE, even though I totally didn't commit to Nano in any real way this year.
Anyway. I left work at noon so I could go to the dentist and get my old, damaged crown replaced with a temporary crown. I think I actually fell asleep once or twice while they were working, which should be impossible, considering how uncomfortable it is to hold your mouth open that wide for that long (I'd make a blow job joke, but seriously, you already made one in your head) but really it just tells you how sleep deprived I am. So maybe the not writing anything decent today thing shouldn't come as a surprise.
After my dentist visit I finally drove to the county recycling center and dropped off a couple old laptops that gave up the ghost ages ago. Which was fine, no big deal, until I stepped into the little trailer where they take computer parts and there was a guy in there sort of leering at me. I mean, he was nice and all, but he was throwing off a vibe for sure. Then the other guy (the one who's in charge of the household waste dumpsters) wandered in while I was getting a receipt so my brother-in-law wouldn't yell at me during tax season, and for a moment it turned into this, like, scene from Criminal Minds or something.
Nothing happened and they were both perfectly nice [read: creepy-nice and too friendly]. It was just a really strange moment. But it's the first time I've felt vulnerable because of my sex in awhile, and it was kind of weird. And also a reminder that sometimes it's okay not to get a receipt.
Then I mentioned having just come from the dentist, because my whole jaw was numb so I was kind of slurring like I'd been drinking, and he said, and I quote, "I hope they didn't have to pull [your tooth]." And then it just turned into a hillbilly tragicomedy and I got the hell out of there.
I looked away from the TV at the end so I missed the final scene. Did they show Derek in the audience at Garcia's play? And did he bring his boyfriend with him? Because I kind of want
I'm not even going to get into how if she doesn't want her coworkers to find out, she shouldn't bring her flyers with her to meetings, because hello, it is pointless trying to get TV writers to use logic. That is not a language they speak. I have learned this lesson the hard way.
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So that was my day. Sorry about the lack of fic. I thought about fic. Mainly I thought about how much I have ruined my Criminal Minds fic (and it had such promise for the first 15,000 words!) and how I can work Kurt topping into the futurefic series. And trying to talk myself out of starting another Kurt/Puck fic unrelated to any of my current projects which spins off from last night's episode. Because I don't already have enough to do.
Maybe I'll write something tomorrow, though I am going to see Social Network, so I'm not guaranteeing anything.
