Writing Woes
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misscamI can't remember for the life of me what I was going to do with the next OFUM chapter. It gets as far as the moose, but then my mind just goes blank. It was going to be about realities of ME life of course, but what the smeg was I planning to do? Aaarg...
It was raining. Again. Jess had never really noticed how much it could rain. Then again, she usually stayed in during the rain and lived out of the fridge. No such luck here, as there 1) were no fridges and 2) what storage for food they had, they hadn’t actually managed to fill.
“I had no idea rain could be this wet,” (student complained).
“That’s because the roofs at home usually don’t fall apart mid-rain,” (student) replied. The others gave her a sour look.
“At least our house wasn’t taken by a mudslide,” (student) pointed out.
“That was rather (student’s) fault,” Jess replied. “I had no idea Gandalf would be so touchy about blond jokes. I mean, white isn’t blond… Is it?”
“I’m too tired to think,” (student) muttered. “Could someone kill me, please?”
“Takes too much energy,” (student) groaned and the others grunted in agreement. They sat a while just listening to the rain and the stampeding moose and flying chickens.
The flying chickens had been a bit of a surprise. Apparently, Lord Elrond had come across a story talking about the ‘fowl voice on the air’ and had, in his endless wisdom, decided to demonstrate it.
“Ow, stop pecking me!” Jess complained as one chicken took a nip of her behind. The chicken merely gave her an unimpressed glance.
“At least it ain’t one of Miss Cenire’s Albino Attack Chickens,” (student) said comfortingly. Jess considered that for a moment, then nodded slowly. The Albino Attack Chickens were evil, but luckily deployed elsewhere at the moment (where, only the staff knew, but Miss Cenire had been heard muttering “Ha! Think you can walk on top of snow? Nance on this, fangirl!”) where Jess hoped they would stay a long, long, long time.
“I’m cold,” (student) muttered, then noticed the looks she was getting. “Well, I am!”
“There is a perfectly fine pelt you can cover yourself with right over there,” Jess muttered, mentally throttling (student). It had been Jess’s job to get blankets, sadly, knitting had turned out not to go quite as fast she had hoped, as the sheep weren’t quite willing to give up their wool.
“My idea of a pelt is not it still being attached to the moose!” (student) shot back. The moose smirked.
“You try to get it off!” Jess snapped.
No one dared reply to that, as the moose all eyed them. Not that it was supposed to be there, anyway, a rather silly, silly girl had tried stealing Gandalf’s staff and open a portal to an eat-all-you-can-buffet at Gastronomically Gourmet – and missed by a few centuries. So now a pack of moose were at large and weren’t particularly keen on becoming a gourmet dinner.
Very drafty, as you can see, still haven't put in student names etc. Any ideas? I've tried to think for a week now, and nothing's coming on this particular chapter. Have the ending in mind (exam and all), and was gonna do a big Jess-Kat fight, but how? Aaaaargh... The next chapter, on the funs of breeding, is planned and plotted, but that doesn't help me much. Bah. Evil muse. Get your lazy, evil bum back here. Now!
*grumbles darkly* To top it off, it's that time of month. Jolly good. I get rather bad pains, which tends to be a mood-killer.
On the bright side, Ishmael slept in my bed the whole afternoon.
It was raining. Again. Jess had never really noticed how much it could rain. Then again, she usually stayed in during the rain and lived out of the fridge. No such luck here, as there 1) were no fridges and 2) what storage for food they had, they hadn’t actually managed to fill.
“I had no idea rain could be this wet,” (student complained).
“That’s because the roofs at home usually don’t fall apart mid-rain,” (student) replied. The others gave her a sour look.
“At least our house wasn’t taken by a mudslide,” (student) pointed out.
“That was rather (student’s) fault,” Jess replied. “I had no idea Gandalf would be so touchy about blond jokes. I mean, white isn’t blond… Is it?”
“I’m too tired to think,” (student) muttered. “Could someone kill me, please?”
“Takes too much energy,” (student) groaned and the others grunted in agreement. They sat a while just listening to the rain and the stampeding moose and flying chickens.
The flying chickens had been a bit of a surprise. Apparently, Lord Elrond had come across a story talking about the ‘fowl voice on the air’ and had, in his endless wisdom, decided to demonstrate it.
“Ow, stop pecking me!” Jess complained as one chicken took a nip of her behind. The chicken merely gave her an unimpressed glance.
“At least it ain’t one of Miss Cenire’s Albino Attack Chickens,” (student) said comfortingly. Jess considered that for a moment, then nodded slowly. The Albino Attack Chickens were evil, but luckily deployed elsewhere at the moment (where, only the staff knew, but Miss Cenire had been heard muttering “Ha! Think you can walk on top of snow? Nance on this, fangirl!”) where Jess hoped they would stay a long, long, long time.
“I’m cold,” (student) muttered, then noticed the looks she was getting. “Well, I am!”
“There is a perfectly fine pelt you can cover yourself with right over there,” Jess muttered, mentally throttling (student). It had been Jess’s job to get blankets, sadly, knitting had turned out not to go quite as fast she had hoped, as the sheep weren’t quite willing to give up their wool.
“My idea of a pelt is not it still being attached to the moose!” (student) shot back. The moose smirked.
“You try to get it off!” Jess snapped.
No one dared reply to that, as the moose all eyed them. Not that it was supposed to be there, anyway, a rather silly, silly girl had tried stealing Gandalf’s staff and open a portal to an eat-all-you-can-buffet at Gastronomically Gourmet – and missed by a few centuries. So now a pack of moose were at large and weren’t particularly keen on becoming a gourmet dinner.
Very drafty, as you can see, still haven't put in student names etc. Any ideas? I've tried to think for a week now, and nothing's coming on this particular chapter. Have the ending in mind (exam and all), and was gonna do a big Jess-Kat fight, but how? Aaaaargh... The next chapter, on the funs of breeding, is planned and plotted, but that doesn't help me much. Bah. Evil muse. Get your lazy, evil bum back here. Now!
*grumbles darkly* To top it off, it's that time of month. Jolly good. I get rather bad pains, which tends to be a mood-killer.
On the bright side, Ishmael slept in my bed the whole afternoon.
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Date: 2003-07-11 09:37 pm (UTC)I also think you need to cut back to the staff at OFUM, just so the miserable students can see how much fun they're having. And hasn't it been a while since we saw a good Sauron/Morgoth fight? Or am I just drunk?
Well, I'm drunk anyway, but it still sounds not-half-bad to me. :-D
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Date: 2003-07-13 12:38 am (UTC)-Dark_One Shadowphyre
*scratches chin thoughtfully*
Date: 2003-07-12 04:25 am (UTC)Or switch to Kat, see how she's coping- more or less.
And of course it's always fun to see what the staff is thinking back in their nice and warm rooms.
Or one of the students gets so desperate in hunger/cold that she lunges at one of the moose and ends up creating a disaster...
Any help?
~Agent Mel
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Date: 2003-07-13 07:23 pm (UTC)Um, I'm still staff, right? I seem to remember you mentioning me at some point in my capacity as Mini-Balrog Snuggling Co-Ordinator... anyway, I was just rather idly hoping to see myself make another brief appearance at some point... kay. Self-promotion over. As for story ideas, well. Someone should definitely suggest/wonder aloud at the possibility of eating raw flying chicken. Someone could have tried to buy matches or some other fire-starting whatnot off of the Urple Bandits, resulting in horror and disappointment for everyone when, instead of fire, they get a stinking smoke bomb which does nothing but attract biting insects. Of course, minis should (invisibly) be in plentiful supply to keep the students in line.
Realities of life in Middle Earth: well, there was no toilet paper. Need I say more?
By the way *bows humbly* if you ever need the services of a beta-reader (for grammatical surety only, of course, I would presume no other function unless specifically asked), I would be most honored to offer you my lowly aid.
Cheers,
Penn
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Date: 2003-07-13 11:47 pm (UTC)On a second cameo... tis possible, but mini-Balrg snuggling have not really come up in OFUM of late, so haven't been a reason to mention your character.
Thanks for all the suggestions, people. I've had some mini-ideas, but still a bit uninspired. I think it's a general writing tiredness on my part, as I'm not really feeling like writing anything on my other little things, either. Guess it'll just have to pass.
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Date: 2003-07-14 10:41 pm (UTC)As for a second cameo, I leave my fate in your omni-capable hands. 'Tis your fic, dear Miss Cam, and I am but a humble pawn. Use me as you see fit.
-Penn, bowing and scraping, as usual
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Date: 2003-07-20 09:04 pm (UTC)Muses?
Date: 2003-07-14 05:11 pm (UTC)Just an idea