Oh! Procastination

The muse is seriously having to drive me with a whip on this fic. I mean, I'm not usually this bad just because something's a little angsty. Hell I like angst cos I'm a sick, sick puppy who likes to make her characters squirm. Still...

I pop over to Gate Noise to check on the spelling of... something and I'm there for a good forty minutes or so, absorbing transcripts for season two episodes like the Spoiler Wraith I am. *snorts*

And ignoring the constant "write me! write me!" nattering of the Rabid Plot Bunny. At the moment I'd do the next SG con just to cheerfully murder Robert C Cooper for writing random lines of no importance unless your name is Helen.

*headdesks*

Could he not have wanted to be something - anything - else? Like a... a... train driver? Did it have to be something I understood? Like right down deep into my very soul? *whimpers and curls up*

What makes it worse is I've figured out a plot. Oh joy.

Further assimilation

I appear to be picking up Rodney's lack of enthusiasm for... well not dangerous, but iffy situations. A lack of doylefan22 *meep!* made me think advertising for a sap beta for my fic was a really cool idea.

Right up to the point I realised I would have to send the fic and let a probable stranger read my dren. I promptly bottled it and deleted the post.

Fortune favours the brave, my ass.

*snort* I would actually like to hear him say that during an episode. Maybe I should email the writers. Surely in 20 episodes they could slide that in somewhere. *giggles*

Where was I? Oh yeah, me being a woobie wuss.

I have a fic full of large gaps cos I need to pick someone's brain and find out what the heck is going on in season two. Why do I keep getting fic bunnies for that season? Sheesh.

And for something different... ( GIP Ahoy! Teh Rodney. Cos he's iconable )