Sickbed Porno
Mar. 21st, 2008 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustStill hammering away on the synopsis for Last Things, but I’m running into some strategic problems—obviously, I’d really love this query package to be as attractive and wonderful as possible, but I also know time’s a-tickin’. So since I already know I’m going to have to rewrite large chunks of Chapter Three, “New Maps of Hell”, I’ve reluctantly decided to make this a first TWO chapters sort of query package, with the proviso of mentioning that I am in rewrite mode, and could probably get the next chapter to them ASAP if they like the first two. Problem: This means I haven’t introduced my protagonist yet. Similar problem: The synopsis, as it’s going, is first very detailed, then far less so (though I do at least know how things end now, which is a serious step up from where I was before). In making these decisions, I’m trading somewhat on the fact that the person I’m sending this to is a friend of mine, but it doesn’t make me happy.
OTOH, I’m also definitely still fighting the sick/in the throes of the first few days of my period, and this (naturally) is when a not-so-young woman’s brain turns to thoughts of fresh porn. Though not completely so, since at least two of the pieces I’m toying with are a bit more gen—“Little Red Ants on a Hill” Parts 2/3, for example, which I’m finally starting to see through the useful lens of Charlie realizing that pulling the long con is a bit like doing a far more Method (not that he’d think of it this way) version of one of his “distract the Law” improv turns. This helps a lot, so…who knows, maybe that’ll come sliding down the chute sometime soon, or sooner than expected.
Then there’s the weird little snippet that’s organized around my sudden understanding that Ben’s gang couldn’t possibly have actually ridden all night to get to Contention—they’d not only “practically” kill their horses doing that, they might even kill themselves. Which means they must have stopped somewhere to eat and sleep in the interim, thus opening the way for somebody—maybe a few somebodies—to try (and fail) to talk some sense into Charlie. For some reason, I keep seeing at least one of these somebodies being Jackson, the guy whose jaw Charlie almost broke when he told him going back for Ben wasn’t worth it. Which begs the question: Why even try? It’d’ve been a lot easier—and smarter—to just punch Charlie unconscious, sling him on his horse and ride away in the opposite direction, if you really wanted to dissuade him; why antagonize him by telling him things he won’t want to hear right to his face? Perhaps Jackson’s wanted to separate himself—and Charlie?—from Ben for a while now, and this is his chance; on closer examination of the bar scene in Bisbee, we get two separate reaction shots of Jackson during Ben’s Bible quotation “eulogy” on Tommy Darden which look like he’s barely restraining himself from muttering something about Ben’s hypocrisy under his breath. Again, why? Is Jackson (like Apache Joe and Campos, if only in my fanon) one of the “original” gang-members, somebody who’s been watching Charlie’s hopeless crush bloom poisonously since Charlie was just a skinny kid, or is he just somebody who came in recently and sees Charlie as this super-competent dude who inexplicably sublimates himself to Ben Wade’s every desire? Inquiring minds—especially those who can’t help but note that fastidious little Charlie and bearish, brooding Jackson might make for an odd, yet not completely improbable, couple—want to know.;)
(You can blame this train of thought, to some degree, on baggyeyes, whose “Resurrection” series seems to be drawing to its close; Jackson plays a part. I’m saving my comments ‘til then, but very much enjoying the ride.)
The more pornish snippets are Ben and Charlie having interstitial fun before departing for Bisbee…Charlie having fun, at any rate, while Ben overthinks every damn part of the process, then has to allow as how he too is having fun (of a type)…vs. a brand new fandom, percolating slowly in the back of my mind: Max Carrigan/Jude Feeny, Across the Universe. For a really nice intro piece that I’m trying hard not to rip off, go here (http://lyra-wing.livejournal.com/144040.html) “he come groovin’ up slowly”, by lyra-wing. It’s a cute ‘ship, even if it does later lend itself to dreams of incestuous threesomes.
Perhaps there are those of you out there wondering how things are going with Cal, along with the rest of this far less important crap. Well, today was actually really good: Some money arrived from a respite services grant we applied for, which ought to keep us in therapy and daycare fees for a while. Better yet, Cal himself has been impish, pleasant and surprisingly vocal. He’s using a bunch of words and phrases regularly: “Hi”, “’Bye”, “Please”, “Come on!” (as a protest), “I don’t want!” and even “I want…” This last would be much more useful if we could get him to the stage where he told us what he DOES want, but we’re offering him choices, and sometimes that works. One way or the other, it’s been nice.
Now I’m tired and stuffing up again, so I think I’ll take some drugs and go to bed. Tomorrow, agincourtgirl comes over, and we continue getting ready for our tax appointment on Saturday. I’m also supposed to make sure a former student doesn’t lose his VISA, by confirming that he did indeed graduate my TV course. It being Good Friday probably won’t help, but…we’ll see, I guess.
‘Night, all.
OTOH, I’m also definitely still fighting the sick/in the throes of the first few days of my period, and this (naturally) is when a not-so-young woman’s brain turns to thoughts of fresh porn. Though not completely so, since at least two of the pieces I’m toying with are a bit more gen—“Little Red Ants on a Hill” Parts 2/3, for example, which I’m finally starting to see through the useful lens of Charlie realizing that pulling the long con is a bit like doing a far more Method (not that he’d think of it this way) version of one of his “distract the Law” improv turns. This helps a lot, so…who knows, maybe that’ll come sliding down the chute sometime soon, or sooner than expected.
Then there’s the weird little snippet that’s organized around my sudden understanding that Ben’s gang couldn’t possibly have actually ridden all night to get to Contention—they’d not only “practically” kill their horses doing that, they might even kill themselves. Which means they must have stopped somewhere to eat and sleep in the interim, thus opening the way for somebody—maybe a few somebodies—to try (and fail) to talk some sense into Charlie. For some reason, I keep seeing at least one of these somebodies being Jackson, the guy whose jaw Charlie almost broke when he told him going back for Ben wasn’t worth it. Which begs the question: Why even try? It’d’ve been a lot easier—and smarter—to just punch Charlie unconscious, sling him on his horse and ride away in the opposite direction, if you really wanted to dissuade him; why antagonize him by telling him things he won’t want to hear right to his face? Perhaps Jackson’s wanted to separate himself—and Charlie?—from Ben for a while now, and this is his chance; on closer examination of the bar scene in Bisbee, we get two separate reaction shots of Jackson during Ben’s Bible quotation “eulogy” on Tommy Darden which look like he’s barely restraining himself from muttering something about Ben’s hypocrisy under his breath. Again, why? Is Jackson (like Apache Joe and Campos, if only in my fanon) one of the “original” gang-members, somebody who’s been watching Charlie’s hopeless crush bloom poisonously since Charlie was just a skinny kid, or is he just somebody who came in recently and sees Charlie as this super-competent dude who inexplicably sublimates himself to Ben Wade’s every desire? Inquiring minds—especially those who can’t help but note that fastidious little Charlie and bearish, brooding Jackson might make for an odd, yet not completely improbable, couple—want to know.;)
(You can blame this train of thought, to some degree, on baggyeyes, whose “Resurrection” series seems to be drawing to its close; Jackson plays a part. I’m saving my comments ‘til then, but very much enjoying the ride.)
The more pornish snippets are Ben and Charlie having interstitial fun before departing for Bisbee…Charlie having fun, at any rate, while Ben overthinks every damn part of the process, then has to allow as how he too is having fun (of a type)…vs. a brand new fandom, percolating slowly in the back of my mind: Max Carrigan/Jude Feeny, Across the Universe. For a really nice intro piece that I’m trying hard not to rip off, go here (http://lyra-wing.livejournal.com/144040.html) “he come groovin’ up slowly”, by lyra-wing. It’s a cute ‘ship, even if it does later lend itself to dreams of incestuous threesomes.
Perhaps there are those of you out there wondering how things are going with Cal, along with the rest of this far less important crap. Well, today was actually really good: Some money arrived from a respite services grant we applied for, which ought to keep us in therapy and daycare fees for a while. Better yet, Cal himself has been impish, pleasant and surprisingly vocal. He’s using a bunch of words and phrases regularly: “Hi”, “’Bye”, “Please”, “Come on!” (as a protest), “I don’t want!” and even “I want…” This last would be much more useful if we could get him to the stage where he told us what he DOES want, but we’re offering him choices, and sometimes that works. One way or the other, it’s been nice.
Now I’m tired and stuffing up again, so I think I’ll take some drugs and go to bed. Tomorrow, agincourtgirl comes over, and we continue getting ready for our tax appointment on Saturday. I’m also supposed to make sure a former student doesn’t lose his VISA, by confirming that he did indeed graduate my TV course. It being Good Friday probably won’t help, but…we’ll see, I guess.
‘Night, all.
