CLIENT. "There is totally a monster!"
VASTRA AND JENNY. "Sweet!"
MONSTER. *is monstrous*
HEROES. *banter* and *swordfight*
ME. "Hey, wasn't this supposed to come out at 8,000-10,000 words?"
CASEFIC. *blissfully rampages past 16,000 words*
ME. "Why are you not finished yet?"
CASEFIC. "Shush, I'm busy. Also, I need another action scene, only with more fire this time."
The forever-filed-away SUPERMAN II Ursa/Lex fic:
ME. "Huh, this is actually pretty good, and it's almost done."
FIC. "Yes, you just have to figure out how you want to play the ending of this subplot that comes from nowhere and just PULLED OUT OF YOUR ASS."
ME. *tosses fic back in drawer*
FIC. "FUCK YOU FUCK YOU"
ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY. "Actually, I'm finished."
ME. "Yeah, but I still don't like the ending dialogue, and I need more concrit on you. Maybe I should ask folks who on my journal would like to be on the Read My Fucking Script filter."
ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY. "You wouldn't *dare!*"
ME. "Oh wouldn't I?"
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