Why didn't anyone stop me?!?
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bending_sickleWritten March 22, 2006
Whilst trying to bone some chicken wings with The World’s Dullest Knife (which leads to a really disgusting mess of chicken fat) and trying to memorize Patty Griffin’s “Mary” song, I came up with yet another scene. The good thing is that there’s no freakin’ way I could possible write a continuation to it, and no way I can mix it into the Jayne-fic. (Of course, there’s always the off-chance that I add more scenes as prologue, but hey, some self-control I can manage.)
Anyway, I’m thinking about the LithiumDoll’s “Mary” vid and learning the lyrics when I put the two together. The lyrics say: “You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud”. So naturally enough I get an image of Inara lifting a shroud and saying, “Yes, it’s him.” Him being Mal, o’course. Of course, there’s the slight complication as to why she would be the one to identify the body.
Easily solved, I think, on a core-planet where Inara is after having left the ship, Mal dies in a really hot confrontation and the crew has to disperse and leave his sorry corpse behind.
Although they probably won’t need people to id bodies in the future. We’d all have a sort of genetic-passport… Maybe.
Ignoring that lapse, though, there’s the question of why they call Inara. Option a) Mal dies somewhere near the Guild House, b) they knew she’d been a passenger on his ship, c) Mal said her name or had her picture or someother sappy romantic thing when he died.
…see what I did there? I added a prologue-scene.
Shoot me now.
So there’s another fic that I’ll be writing sometime, choosing option b, possibly. The horrible thing, though, is that I’ve got it all thought out, so why bother with the actual writing of it?
Gah.
Organizing the Jayne-fic is driving me out of my mind too. I feel like an editor with loads of film strip pieces, trying to piece them together, noting gaps and applying the scissors to a scene to make two.
Sigh.
Now I’m going to type out my scribbles for Jayne-fic if only so the story can catch up with my brain. Now I’m going to sleep, because it’s already tomorrow.
PS: Come on, people, give me pimp names. And whore names. Or, y’know, fine names all around.
Whilst trying to bone some chicken wings with The World’s Dullest Knife (which leads to a really disgusting mess of chicken fat) and trying to memorize Patty Griffin’s “Mary” song, I came up with yet another scene. The good thing is that there’s no freakin’ way I could possible write a continuation to it, and no way I can mix it into the Jayne-fic. (Of course, there’s always the off-chance that I add more scenes as prologue, but hey, some self-control I can manage.)
Anyway, I’m thinking about the LithiumDoll’s “Mary” vid and learning the lyrics when I put the two together. The lyrics say: “You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud”. So naturally enough I get an image of Inara lifting a shroud and saying, “Yes, it’s him.” Him being Mal, o’course. Of course, there’s the slight complication as to why she would be the one to identify the body.
Easily solved, I think, on a core-planet where Inara is after having left the ship, Mal dies in a really hot confrontation and the crew has to disperse and leave his sorry corpse behind.
Although they probably won’t need people to id bodies in the future. We’d all have a sort of genetic-passport… Maybe.
Ignoring that lapse, though, there’s the question of why they call Inara. Option a) Mal dies somewhere near the Guild House, b) they knew she’d been a passenger on his ship, c) Mal said her name or had her picture or someother sappy romantic thing when he died.
…see what I did there? I added a prologue-scene.
Shoot me now.
So there’s another fic that I’ll be writing sometime, choosing option b, possibly. The horrible thing, though, is that I’ve got it all thought out, so why bother with the actual writing of it?
Gah.
Organizing the Jayne-fic is driving me out of my mind too. I feel like an editor with loads of film strip pieces, trying to piece them together, noting gaps and applying the scissors to a scene to make two.
Sigh.
PS: Come on, people, give me pimp names. And whore names. Or, y’know, fine names all around.
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Date: 2006-03-23 03:20 pm (UTC)