writing iz good

My husband had to be to work early this morning (leaves around 4am) so I had to vacate the living room where the computer is because he's been sleeping on the couch (mostly because he snores really bad).  So, anyway, I took the baby, Jack, and went to the bedroom at around 10pm.  Finally got the baby to sleep after a trip to the kitchen for a bottle (I swear I just fed him).  And then I started to write.

It was weird.  I had fully intended on working on this particular story last night but when I picked up the notebook I was like...ugh, I don't wanna.  And then I argued with myself for 10 minutes.  

"You said you would."

"But I don't wanna."

"But you said you would."

"Don't care.  I can work on something else."

"You promised."

"I hate you."

So I picked up the notebook and read the last page I wrote and still felt uninspired.  Then I argued some more (won't bother you with that because it got kind of childish after that).  After a break to use the bathroom I sat back down on the floor with determination and reread my premise and the first 4 pages I scrawled the other night.  Not bad...then I had a EUREKA moment and started writing.

Next thing I knew it was 1:30am and I had written about 12 pages including a hilarious scene of drunken truth or dare with the original SG-1, Cam, Vala, Cassie and Cassie's decidedly uncomfortable boyfriend.

My simple fic has turned into another monster.  Not surprised.  I've filled half the notebook already (including the writing I've done for other stories in the past month), already ran out half of a new pen and I'm only on step 2 of Jack's idiot plan idiot proof 12 step plan to get Daniel and Vala together.

On top of that I've some how started a subplot involving Cassie and her boyfriend who happen to be at the cabin already when Jack and Sam show up and, uh, interrupt their alone time.  You can imagine Jack's reaction. 

I'm hoping to finish step 2 tonight and get through step 3 and 4.  I just hope I can keep up the tone of the first 3 parts (there's also a prologue) and the momentum.  I really don't know what Jack's going to do for his other steps and how Cassie and her boyfriend fit into everything.  Then there's poor Cam and Teal'c who have no idea what is going on.  Sam knows but she's trying to stay out of it.  She already ruined Jack's fun by telling Cassie's [Marine] beau that Jack's bark is worse that his bite before he even met the kid.  Damn her.

All right now it's time to get back to typing up Color of Distraction.  I didn't get anything done yesterday.  Not sure what I'll get typed up today with my husband gone the entire day and my 10yo has already pissed me off beyond all belief (never buy 2 girls the same shoes....it just causes all sorts of headaches); there were ants all over the kitchen this morning which means I had to spray and, subsequently, will have to keep the baby out of there; there's a mountain of laundry to do and one of my best friends back in Chicago is having a baby this afternoon.  I'm so excited I can barely contain myself.

Back to work!

OMG! Never buy sisters matching shoes

Just don't do it because the 10yo will say it's wrong for both of them to wear them to school the same day and demand the 8yo take hers off.  Then she'll throw a huge tantrum when the 8yo says she doesn't want to take them off.  Then the 10yo will scream in her face and say they made an agreement to not wear them the same day and SHE wants to wear hers to school today.  The 8yo will shrug and say, "so".  Then mom will mention that they are her shoes and she can wear them wherever and whenever she wants which will cause the 10yo to go into a tizzy where she throws her shoes across the room and says she isn't going to school.  Mom will notice she's not wearing socks.  That causes the 10yo to scream more about the 8yo taking her socks and that she has no clean ones even though Mom just did "all" their laundry last weekend (supposedly...the floor of their room says otherwise).  Then she will start screaming about how it's not fair that the 8yo gets to choose which shoes they wear to school because she can't possibly wear those matching shoes on the same day as her sister.  Then she will throw herself on her floor, kicking and screaming.  When Mom goes in to get her up because she's going to miss the bus she will run into the bathroom and lock the door and refuse to come out because she will be in more trouble.

Finally after 5 minutes of screaming she will throw on dirty socks that don't fit and the offending shoes and run to make it to the bus so she won't have to walk the 2 miles to school.

So, whatever you do, don't for the love of bob buy sisters the same pair of shoes no matter how much both of them want them.