Like pulling out my own eyes with a spoon

[panik]

It's Sunday. It's raining. I have no work outstanding. My partner is upstairs in bed with a cold. It's quiet. I am undisturbed and likely to remain so for most of the day. Ah ha, I think; I shall write my fic! I have the whole day, I can make goodly progress, maybe, even, finish the thing...

::Cue the sound of hollow laughter. A cork is pulled, a drink poured and tossed back, then another, and another. There is the sound of gentle sobbing::

Eleven am 'till two-thirty pm: Two cups of Japanese green-cherry tea are drunk. A bagel is consumed. LJ is perused at frequent intervals. Eighty words are written.

Two thirty pm till three-twenty pm: Two cups of coffee are made and consumed - Proper coffee, made in the espresso machine, the milk steam-frothed because this consumes more time that might otherwise be passed staring in horror at a Word document filled with eighty tear-stained words of despair.

Three-twenty pm till four twelve pm: Nine hundred and thirty words are written!

Four-eighteen pm: Time for more coffee and a read through. OK, see, I know 930 words is a distinct improvement on eighty, but It's not right. I really need this from Jim's point of view. The story's almost done; this is practically the last chance for some high Jim-angst and he's not cooperating!  He's just sitting there in the truck being all stoic,  damn him! Oh, he's clutching Blair to his chest and providing a strong shoulder for his sweetheart's tears and holding it all inside while wanting to rip out the OC's eyes for having hurt his baby, but he's not saying anything! The bastard!

::slopes off to kitchen in disgust, hoping maybe a shot of Cuban caffeine will loosen the fucker's tongue::

Comments

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

Um. I think you're having a bad day?

::ducks::

::offers large G&T::

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

Oh. G&T. Heaven.

::Thanks you through the tears::

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

There, there...

::pets you gently::

[snycock.livejournal.com]

LOL! Damn these characters anyway! We give them space in our head, an outlet to express their most secret, innermost desires, and this is the way they thank us?

Tell Jim he'd better shape up or you're going to evict him and rent the space out to a more cooperative muse...

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

A male muse? I don't think so! Unless Jim is prepared to grow his hair and don flowing robes, he stands no chance in that job! On the other hand... ::thinks maybe this is a good look for Jim?::

I've been staring at him for the last 48 minutes and am posting him as he is. I have no more patience with the man.



Oh dear. I fear I may be going mad... Must have something to do with that Serb lunatic who's been flaming my LJ ::G::

[cybelesundays.livejournal.com]

oh! Gilly, you poor dear! Give Jim to me for a while. I'll kick his ass enough so that he straightens up and flies right. And, I'll insist that he behaves and treats you right! And, once he's returned, he will be a veritable geyser (waterfall?) of words.

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

LOL. Oh thank you hon, but I've come around to thinking Jim is just a man of few words. I've given up trying to make him speak and let him just get on with being strong and silent and supportive.

[luna-61.livejournal.com]

Well in the series whenever Blair got really quiet Jim was always trying to make him talk by offering some words of wisdom whether from his past or just a bowl of soup. *g* Maybe Blair needs to stop crying and move away from Jim?

The bastard is sure to say something to bring Blair back in his arms. *BG*

::pours whiskey, kaulua and whipped cream in your coffee::

::hugs::

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

LOL, thanks, but for the time being, I'm letting Jim be strong and more-or-less silent.

I think this problem is too tricky for soup. (o:

[betagoddess.livejournal.com]

Just for you!

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thaks you so much! I have olives; I'm eating them now. No booze, alas.

[betagoddess.livejournal.com]

Wow! That was quick!

Sorry you have no booze, but at least now you have virtual booze to go with your real olives. LOL. *g*

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

! He's just sitting there in the truck being all stoic, damn him! {snicker} Suffering in Stoic Silene is all very well, but desn't exactly make for a decent wordcount, as I know all too well {pokes Jim with stick for you}

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

He's so damn strong and silent, isn't he? I gave up on him and decided that taciturn was IC for Jim and left him as he is. The poor man is suffering, stoically, but hey, that's pretty par for him, isn't it?

I'd love to say 'it all works out in the end', but in this story, it doesn't, really.