why should i try to resist when, darling, i know so well--?

[cimorene]

wax thinks writing is like defecating. apparently. at least when it comes to doing it in the room with someone else--i don't quite get it. certainly it requires a certain amount of concentration, but i do it with other people in the room. if they're occupied with something else.... and we CAN'T write this novel alone. we have to have contact via aim. well, had to have, i should say. right. so what's the big deal? wax says nervously that she can look at a chunk before she shows it to me, so i presume i shouldn't read over her shoulder. i had to make a promise, and still she was doubtful.

so, how do YOU write? like amy tan, with headphones with a specific music? only in the middle of the night, only with blackberry tea and orange chocolate crumpets? only if the door is closed and locked and the curtains drawn?

well, i certainly hope she can get used to it. i don't intend to allow her to stop writing. i am not, however, proving very efficient thus far at forcing her to do shit. write shit. well, look what she's written since i got here--nothing. i just function as extra incentive to crawl into bed and watch buffy.

but this novel IS going to be finished before i leave, and mamahooch is going to beta it, and wax is going to write about serial killers in love and i am going to work on my sf novel. this i swear! dramatic soundtrack stuff.

she calls ME thehothouse flower. but sheherself isquite a peculiar and finicky little luscious thing.

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[vellum.livejournal.com]

first off, xavier/magneto. ::dies::

second, i mull over a story over and over, nitpicking over the tiniest details and how i wish to edit before finally sitting down in front of the computer and committing them to word. i prefer to be alone, with music, and a dim light on. there tends to be a lot of staring blankly and/or glaring at the computer screen.

third of all, xavier/magneto. ::dies::