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See, I've been so good lately, writing my original novel, and not getting (too) sidetracked with SGA.
Sadly, in 2 weeks, I've written about 5,000 words for the original novel and am presently stuck because a character turned up conscious and coherent, when she was supposed to turn up deranged and babbling.
It doesn't help that the het porn battle is turning my head, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mahoni has just made a Very Bad Fic Suggestion; I've got plotbunnies lining up, including one that lilyayl helped me get going and which is interesting but difficult, a moderate-to-large sized one for my pinch-hit for the JT Thingathon, and a Teyla&Ronon Save Pegasus one that I've been waiting to find a deadline for since Christmas last year. I have a feeling that the Michael/Teyla story for Rarepairings is about to go epic, and I've been promising renisanz an R/K fic for forever. *sigh*
I also have BSG, Eureka, and Dexter plotbunnies trying to get their teeth in. The SGA bunnies just have more practise and know where the best clover spots are in my brain.
And, naturally, just as I think that the post on race in Eureka has gone quiet, it turns up on Metafandom. Cue round 2.
Sadly, in 2 weeks, I've written about 5,000 words for the original novel and am presently stuck because a character turned up conscious and coherent, when she was supposed to turn up deranged and babbling.
It doesn't help that the het porn battle is turning my head, and
mahoni has just made a Very Bad Fic Suggestion; I've got plotbunnies lining up, including one that lilyayl helped me get going and which is interesting but difficult, a moderate-to-large sized one for my pinch-hit for the JT Thingathon, and a Teyla&Ronon Save Pegasus one that I've been waiting to find a deadline for since Christmas last year. I have a feeling that the Michael/Teyla story for Rarepairings is about to go epic, and I've been promising renisanz an R/K fic for forever. *sigh*I also have BSG, Eureka, and Dexter plotbunnies trying to get their teeth in. The SGA bunnies just have more practise and know where the best clover spots are in my brain.
And, naturally, just as I think that the post on race in Eureka has gone quiet, it turns up on Metafandom. Cue round 2.
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MUAHAHAHA! *prods* Do iiiiiiiit!
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Who's there?
Suddenly, John was brutally aware of every nerve in his body, the mental contact as sensuous as a hand down his cock, as hot as fire in his belly, as refreshing as beer on his tongue. His teeth flicked to razor fangs, claws clenched on his sidearm, and the warm, damp air of the spring morning was suddenly too thick for breathing.
As the protective instincts of a Prime leapt to the fore, John dug his heels hard into the soil beneath his feet, using the rough bark digging into his back as a ground.
Focus, he told himself.
Sheppard? This query was masculine, the mental echo familiar. Are we moving in?
Hold a minute, John told his second-in-command. I need to check something.
The other Primes hadn't heard the voice; hadn't felt her brush against their minds. Something in him bared ivory teeth at the thought; then he pushed that age-old instinct away, focusing, instead on the woman who'd touched him with her thoughts.
Identify yourself! This time, it wasn't a question, but an imperative.
We're friends, he replied, feeling her mind brush against his again with a touch like smooth cedar - cool and scented. Yet again, he fought back the urge to change and anchored himself with his answer. Major John Sheppard, USAF, ma'am.
Clan?
The word spun in his mind, shocking. A mortal female wouldn't have known he was Prime - wouldn't have known what a Prime even was. Which meant...
Wolf Clan - of House Reneé. And you are?
Teyla Emmagan of House Athosia, Pegasus Familia.
A female of the Families. A vampire female, in the house, kept prisoner by the Wraith Tribe.
They'd guessed that the Tribe had mortal females among their number - assumed it, in fact. But they'd heard nothing of a vampire female held by this conclave.
If they had, John would have brought twice the men; bad enough the mortals, but a potential matri held captive, set to breed for the Tribe's leader?
How long have you been here?
Fifteen days, she said, and now there was an echo of anger and frustration in her words. I hope you are here to ensure it is not sixteen?
The dry tone made him grin. As a matter of fact, yes, we are.
Then your assistance will be most welcome.
John grinned. And glad to be of it.
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Really? You have? *thinks back* Oh yeah. Well, I didn't want to bug you about it, but now that you've brought it up. . .
LOL. I know what you mean, though. I've had original characters and stories, for years (the artgyrl storyliine I told you about is one example), but could never get anything finished. So, I figured that writing fanfic would be good practice. A friend of mine commented that I should start spending time on my original stuff, and I totally agree, but like you, I keep getting attacked by the fanfic plotbunnies.
I think it's because it's easier to write the fan fic having the characters and histories already established.
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*creeps carefully over to the original ficbunny and scoops it up*
Fanfic is dangerous and evil, and it breeds so damn fast.
Well, the profic breeds pretty fast, too - but because it has to be written in full story form, it takes longer to grow and develop...
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I miss plot bunnies. I haven't really had one in a while.
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I'm on the home stretch for that one - I just have to get writing on the final week.
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MUAHAHAHA! *prods* Do iiiiiiiit!
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Who's there?
Suddenly, John was brutally aware of every nerve in his body, the mental contact as sensuous as a hand down his cock, as hot as fire in his belly, as refreshing as beer on his tongue. His teeth flicked to razor fangs, claws clenched on his sidearm, and the warm, damp air of the spring morning was suddenly too thick for breathing.
As the protective instincts of a Prime leapt to the fore, John dug his heels hard into the soil beneath his feet, using the rough bark digging into his back as a ground.
Focus, he told himself.
Sheppard? This query was masculine, the mental echo familiar. Are we moving in?
Hold a minute, John told his second-in-command. I need to check something.
The other Primes hadn't heard the voice; hadn't felt her brush against their minds. Something in him bared ivory teeth at the thought; then he pushed that age-old instinct away, focusing, instead on the woman who'd touched him with her thoughts.
Identify yourself! This time, it wasn't a question, but an imperative.
We're friends, he replied, feeling her mind brush against his again with a touch like smooth cedar - cool and scented. Yet again, he fought back the urge to change and anchored himself with his answer. Major John Sheppard, USAF, ma'am.
Clan?
The word spun in his mind, shocking. A mortal female wouldn't have known he was Prime - wouldn't have known what a Prime even was. Which meant...
Wolf Clan - of House Reneé. And you are?
Teyla Emmagan of House Athosia, Pegasus Familia.
A female of the Families. A vampire female, in the house, kept prisoner by the Wraith Tribe.
They'd guessed that the Tribe had mortal females among their number - assumed it, in fact. But they'd heard nothing of a vampire female held by this conclave.
If they had, John would have brought twice the men; bad enough the mortals, but a potential matri held captive, set to breed for the Tribe's leader?
How long have you been here?
Fifteen days, she said, and now there was an echo of anger and frustration in her words. I hope you are here to ensure it is not sixteen?
The dry tone made him grin. As a matter of fact, yes, we are.
Then your assistance will be most welcome.
John grinned. And glad to be of it.
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Really? You have? *thinks back* Oh yeah. Well, I didn't want to bug you about it, but now that you've brought it up. . .
LOL. I know what you mean, though. I've had original characters and stories, for years (the artgyrl storyliine I told you about is one example), but could never get anything finished. So, I figured that writing fanfic would be good practice. A friend of mine commented that I should start spending time on my original stuff, and I totally agree, but like you, I keep getting attacked by the fanfic plotbunnies.
I think it's because it's easier to write the fan fic having the characters and histories already established.
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*creeps carefully over to the original ficbunny and scoops it up*
Fanfic is dangerous and evil, and it breeds so damn fast.
Well, the profic breeds pretty fast, too - but because it has to be written in full story form, it takes longer to grow and develop...
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I miss plot bunnies. I haven't really had one in a while.
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I'm on the home stretch for that one - I just have to get writing on the final week.
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