brainless Monday and mines

[mrissa]

I have removed the conehead from the doglet. She got stuck in the back woods this morning -- sticks poking into her conehead whichever way she turned -- and it was just not happy for anybody. And anyway the initial horrible itching has apparently let off, and she is mostly just quiet and a bit clingy. So that's all for the best.

As for me -- I had just started to nap when the UPS man arrived, ringing the doorbell and startling dog and markgritter alike, so no nap for me. I seem to be able to address at least a few writing tasks without that bit of sleep, though. It's another one of those cases where the brain has been using background processes to get things ready behind the scenes. Thanks, brain! Not sarcastically, for once. It's one of those days where I feel like I'm dragging my brain behind me on a string, bump bump bump, when it comes to something like conversation or cooking or finding a bag for the recycling. (The bags for the recycling are always in the same place, and we have not run out. Er.) But apparently when it comes to finishing scenes I should have finished months ago, the brain says, "Right, then," rolls up its sleeves, and digs in.

Oooooookay then. Useful, but -- startling.

I think this is one of those situations where I have been quietly sorting through all the ways this scene could go and deciding that I hate them all except for one. It's like furniture shopping: we go out, we hate everything, we scowl and swear, we go out again, we hate everything but one, we buy it, and here we are. What we are doing is dodging the One Twoo Wuv meme. I think that the nature of the character involved has left the Girls Who Like It Are Dirty Sluts meme in the dust 150K-200K words ago. But one still has to give wide berth to the Men Who Like It Are Chauvinist Pigs meme, and the Perfect First Time meme, and the Communication Is Unnecessary meme, and...so I guess what I'm saying is that it's no surprise that this looked hard to do at first, because the whole thing is a freakin' minefield, but really there's only one path left that I can stand at all. In a fair amount of detail, apparently. Go figure.

Comments

[fredcritter.livejournal.com]

Bad timing, eh? Sorry about that.

Jerry Stearns once reported that he had been in a convention conversation wherein they were trying to figure out how it is that woodpeckers don't badly bruise their brains against the insides of their skulls with all that violent movement and sudden stopping and bashing back and forth and stuff: they came to the conclusion that woodpeckers must carry their brains in a little bag tied around their necks. Sort of like a mojo bag, I guess....

[reveritas.livejournal.com]

i so hear you on the avoiding One Twoo Wuv thing. everything i -write- turns out to be that. it starts out to be about working at a psycho newspaper? it ends up being about falling in love. it starts out about rape on a train? ends up with the victim falling in love with a same-sex someone. it starts out about trying to find an adopted brother (curse you, Luann-comic, for stealing my storyline)? it ends up about dating someone who also dated the brother.

anyway. :) good luck.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I actually have people falling in love way less often than average -- possibly because I'm more interested in established relationships than average. Figuring out that someone else is nifty? Yeah, that's cool, but rearranging things so you're still nifty together after four decades? That's interesting.

Mostly I just don't want the reader reading any kind of One Twoo Wuv into this particular encounter, because it's not important in that way.