brainofck

9100 words and counting.

( What I am thinking about right now )

6790 and counting. Added about 1000 words tonight. And now going to bed before 10am, like a good little prego.

( But a thought before I go )

Oh. The Christmas thing is going to be very festive. Yes. Festive. Very, very... festive...

Daniel had a sudden startling image of Jack in his red elf outfit, trussed at wrist and ankle with bindings of cranberry garland and threaded popcorn, with his skirt flipped up to show Jack's pretty ass. As utterly ridiculous as Jack in that getup, but somehow just as sexy.

*wanders off to wash dishes and do filing*

"I was unaware that such contests of strength were traditional at these gatherings," Teal'c observed the preparations with obvious distaste.

"Strictly speaking they're not," Daniel replied.

"Of course they are!" Jack protested.

"No, they're not, Jack. I think maybe you've spent too many Thanksgivings in the company of other paid homocidal maniacs."

"Hey! Paid homocidal maniac, sitting right here," Sam exclaimed indignantly. "Him, too," she pointed to Teal'c. Jack just flipped him off.

It's been a beastly week. Completely, insanely exhausted. Last night I was so tired, I thought I might throw up.

However, the Brain is working. Have nasty, bad Halloween story all done. And I AM working on the first date thing, which is still sitting happily in my head. It is tentatively titled, The Mummy Returns. *snickers*

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Jack surveyed his day's work and had a new appreciation for why women got so hung up on punctuality.

Candles lit. Salads out. Crusty, buttery garlic bread one minute from the table. Dinner in the oven about 20 minutes from done. Daniel due exactly.... now.

He was startled to hear the knock on the door, right on cue. He snorted to himself. That's what came of the team synchronizing their watches at least once a week.

Now I've switched back from George to Hammond and now I don't like THAT. This stupid POV...

( What I am thinking about right now )

I am writing a section now from General Hammond's point of view.

So is he George? Hammond? Gen. Hammond?

For instance, here we have the obligatory infirmary scene, where Jack is waking up for the first time de-goa'uld'ed. (Um. Yeah. That's a word.) Anyway, this is what it looks like when I write it from Jack's POV:

"We don't know that for a fact, Colonel," General Hammond replied quietly.

"Oh, he's dead, General. I gave the order to his First Prime myself. They shoved him out into space with ten mintues' of air."

"Daniel's dead."

General Hammond just shook his head.

But from Hammond's own POV?

"We don't know that for a fact, Colonel," George replied quietly.

"Oh, he's dead, General. I gave the order to his First Prime myself. They shoved him out into space with ten mintues' of air."

"Daniel's dead."

George just shook his head.

Do you see what I'm getting at? Usually when I write from one character's POV, even though I almost always write in the third person, I still feel like a tight POV is more intimate to the character, and should reflect what would go on inside that character's head. So Gen. Hammond, from his own POV ought to think of himself as himself, right? And that is not necessarily all caught up in the General business. I have no problem writing Jack as Jack, rather than Col. O'Neill... Just feels all weird to type George.

Hmmmm. Maybe I'll write it one way, see what people think in the feedback, then do a big revision if it doesn't work...

Heh. Now I want to post an inspirational picture of George, but it would take forever to find one download it, upload it, blah, blah... Eheheheh. Is there a hammond_daily? *snickers*

EDIT: OMG! Loving my new icons! Look at Jack and Daniel! They are listening so attentively to my musings about what to call George! Thought they both look like they might be *right* on the edge of exasperation! Tee hee!

Sorry, chicas Loyal Perverts, boys and girls. I have a big piece of Possession, but I haven't hit the break point. Or rather, I did hit a break point, but doing it that way caused a cut-away from the porn. And nobody wants that.

:p

( What I am thinking about right now )

Daniel whimpered as Jack bit, so, so lightly, licking behind his teeth, until Daniel heard himself whispering little words of sexual pleasure that he really shouldn't be saying to anyone in the room with him at that moment.

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*snickers*

ACTUALLY, what I'm thinking about right now is this little piece of footie!porn. dork_elf is the best. Absolutely.