I'm watching a 1990 Hamlet production for tv starring Kevin Kline and having wet dreams of Michael Shanks on stage, dressed in black, hearing voices, seeing ghosts, accepting blame for everyone else, groping Horatio, touching Ophelia's face with his fingertips and thrusting his sword at Laertes.

Guh.

I was so born in the wrong country, man.

In the recent updates posted @ Area52 there is a word-to-word transcript of the 'Prometheus Unbound' opening scene, claimed as a drabble...

They are fucking joking, right?

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Figures. I find the time to post, LJ goes down. *humph* I find the time to read, Roo's site dies from traffic. *kicks geocities* Before you know it, weekend is over and I'm back at work without having done anything I had planned. Agh!
What frustrates me most is that I could have finished the Story That Ate My Life And Is Having My Brains For Dessert, spare time and all. *waves hands* I tried to. I really, really did. I only managed to re-write the second and third lines to the end that made no sence from day one. They look perfect now, but... that's all I could come up with in two days? *pulls hair* Two friggin' lines in two farking days. Nothing else. Nada. Zip. And the long *cough*sex*cough* scene that's essentially the heart of the story is still unwritten, just scribbles on an old draft printout.
Yeap, I'm pathetic.
Blah. Monday. Work. At least I can keep my eyes open, having slept ridiculously long hours an' all. *waves hands some more*

::hyperventilates::

People, on my life, I saw "Entity" only today. I had absolutely no idea what Siler and Jack had said during the episode when I wrote "Maintenance".

::squees::

Don't you just feel special, when you write something and it turns out to be so close to canon? =D

eta: ( and while we're on the subject of writing... )

About a month or so ago, I woke up at two in the middle of the night, grabbed my trusted Visor and started scribbling what I had just seen in my dream. These two paragraphs are haunting me since then. I like them, I want to write more based on them but...

( Behind a cut to protect the innocent. Un-betaed and completely unpolished brainfart. And I'm greek. Even though it's shorter than the rant, I didn't tweak it, it's copied just as my sleep-fogged mind produced it. I honestly didn't change a single word. I intend to re-write it properly. Eventually. When my Jack!Muse decides it's time to behave. Like that's ever going to happen in any lifetime... Did I also mention that I'm Greek? ::facepalm:: )

::grabs Jack!Muse in a chokehold:: For weeks now I'm trying to figure out what happened. WTF did you say to him?! Why say it in the first place if you didn't really mean it you... you... bastard? Was it so important to hurt him? Why did he react so badly to it? Why were you so fucking stricken by his reaction? That's what you wanted, a reaction, right? ::tightens chokehold:: RIGHT?
Damn it! For once in my life, is it too much to ask for a fucking plot when I write? I never have a plot. All I have are these noncontinuous images, thrown out of order with no apparent logical sequence. Feelings, images, words, situations that never sum up. Never enough for a story, not even a drabble!

And Jack.. Well, Jack just won't shut up in my head. He keeps showing me what he wants and he can't have. Daniel.

But I can't write Daniel, not even if my life depended on it. It doesn't take much to figure out why I can't do it. It's not his intelligence that intimidates me, it's the educated side of Daniel that leaves me dumbfounded. It's impossible for me to pass what I put in writing for Daniel-speak. I don't have the vocabulary, I don't have the grammar, I don't have the education, the schooling to write Daniel. How can you write the voice of a linguist when you can't write proper enough english to save your farking life? I go ballistic when writers don't see he is so much more than a guy who can say 'fuck' in 23 languages. Sure, I can get away with it when it comes to Jack; he's deliberately using small words, playing dumb for the crowds, hiding the brainy part of his personality on purpose. Nothing to see here folks, just your average dumb-ass fly-boy, move along, move along. Jack is way smarter than he lets people see on a regular basis and yet I can pin down his mental 'voice' like it's my own. Or so I'd like to think ::winces:: And even then I'm in trouble, since because of RDA, O'Neill's brainfarts are more grammatically correct than it should be legal for US military.

I guess that's why so far I was only making lj icons. I've given it some thought and I've come to realise that most of my icons tell a little story; a joke, an emotion that can't be spoken aloud. Lately icons are not enough either. The stories I'm trying to make them say are becoming too big for one frame, text is so long they HAVE to be animated and even then the 40k limit is driving me up the walls quality-wise. ::headdesks::

I could go on like this all night but I'm dead tired (RL and health problems but that I'll save for a non-fandom entry). Fact is I shouldn't even be up at this ungodly hour on a work-night but what can I say: I take my OTP seriously.