Plot Bunnies and Blindness
Jun. 29th, 2004 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
speaker_to_customersSo, after promising faithfully to get cracking with "It's Got to be Perfect", I wake up with an idea for something completely unconnected seething in my head, and it won't leave me alone until I've written it.
And it's something completely outside my usual style. Dark, bleak, depressing, sleazy. I've done dark before, but nothing like this. A vignette about life in Rome following the Angel Season 5 episode "The Girl in Question". Pretty explicit.
So no way am I going to put even an extract from it up here. It's strictly website only, with Adult warnings blocking it off. If you want to read it go to the "Buffyverse" section of my site and look for "Smells Like Teen Spirit". On your own head be it.
Rough day at work. Finished work at 22.00 hours. Bus leaves bus station at 21.55 hours. Raced out of work in time to see bus passing. Next one 22.50 hours. Taxi home. Bummer.
Greeted by savage cat. How dare I leave him in the house on his own all day? Let me out, let me back in, feed me, let me back out.
Tomorrow I have to go to hospital to see the consultant about the Normal Pressure Glaucoma that my optician has diagnosed. My wife thoughtfully brought me a leaflet from the International Glaucoma Association, to impress on me the importance of keeping the appointment. Mainly she has succeeded in scaring me absolutely shitless. Still, I suppose it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Or maybe not, it's pretty much like a poke in both eyes with a sharp stick, only without the mess. Don't really understand how it can be happening, I can see the fleas crawling on seagulls on the roof across the street, and I can read tiny print; but I was having problems parking the car. Scared. Nobody to share it with except cyberspace; my wife's a hundred miles away. My parents 12,000 miles away.
Oh well.
Better press on with "It's Got to be Perfect" while I can still see to type, and then get on with "Pandora's Boxer".
And it's something completely outside my usual style. Dark, bleak, depressing, sleazy. I've done dark before, but nothing like this. A vignette about life in Rome following the Angel Season 5 episode "The Girl in Question". Pretty explicit.
So no way am I going to put even an extract from it up here. It's strictly website only, with Adult warnings blocking it off. If you want to read it go to the "Buffyverse" section of my site and look for "Smells Like Teen Spirit". On your own head be it.
Rough day at work. Finished work at 22.00 hours. Bus leaves bus station at 21.55 hours. Raced out of work in time to see bus passing. Next one 22.50 hours. Taxi home. Bummer.
Greeted by savage cat. How dare I leave him in the house on his own all day? Let me out, let me back in, feed me, let me back out.
Tomorrow I have to go to hospital to see the consultant about the Normal Pressure Glaucoma that my optician has diagnosed. My wife thoughtfully brought me a leaflet from the International Glaucoma Association, to impress on me the importance of keeping the appointment. Mainly she has succeeded in scaring me absolutely shitless. Still, I suppose it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Or maybe not, it's pretty much like a poke in both eyes with a sharp stick, only without the mess. Don't really understand how it can be happening, I can see the fleas crawling on seagulls on the roof across the street, and I can read tiny print; but I was having problems parking the car. Scared. Nobody to share it with except cyberspace; my wife's a hundred miles away. My parents 12,000 miles away.
Oh well.
Better press on with "It's Got to be Perfect" while I can still see to type, and then get on with "Pandora's Boxer".
