Tick, tick, tick, tick -- BOOM! Deadlines.

Uh-oh.

I may have screwed up here. I've been trying to re-draft my Japanese speech. True to form, I'm attempting to go well past both my level of grammar and vocabulary. I'm in over my head.

I thought I could hand in my re-draft today, and get the changes back Friday.

Just discovered... there is no class Friday.

Oh fuck.

Rumours of my demise have been somewhat exaggerated

As I was telling melpemone, I'm not done writing HP. I'm just in a burned out phase, and it feels like a deeper sort of burn out then the last three. (Or four?) The stories coming to mind don't have a lot of meat to them. I don't wanna write crap just to keep writing HP.

I mean, I don't have to write well, that's something for the 10th draft, but there has to be something compelling at the core of each story. It's not there right now, not in HP stories.

It could be I'm just tired, or it could be that I need more canon to chew. But that 'core' feeling, like I have something to say, it's there in SG-1.

Perhaps I'll need to do the occasional HP story, but wait for new HP canon. Or maybe I just need to give myself time to recover, read a while.

Or perhaps something will grab me next week, I dunno. But right now, it's not there. It's not writer's block - that's different. There you feel the story, but it's constipated, stuck. This more like I'm... dry.

More slash bunnies

"The slow, delicious physical slam of him inside."



Now I have a bunny where Jack is being blackmailed with um, certain photos *cough*, and he and Daniel talk to General Hammond rather than let the NID get that much leverage.

The General reams them out for jeopardizing their mission - and for what? - and possibly initiating a witchhunt. "Beyond the Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy, beyond the fact that we lose our best team, you have no idea what it is like when these sorts of charges are leveled. It doesn't affect just you. Are there any more like this?" He throws the black and white photos onto his desk.

Daniel rubs the back of his neck. "Possibly."

Jack stands at virtual attention, hands folded behind his back. "Very likely, sir," he says without flinching. "If they have this much."

*boing, boing, boing* More Stargate bunnies.

This is really odd, to be writing about Stargate with Requiem playing in the background. It sort of fits, actually. caseylane said the lack of slashy moments between Jack/Daniel in the recent seasons is an obstacle. Ha! My response (and yet another bunny, thanks, Casey):

Ooo. And wouldn't it be great if Jack/Daniel had split up, and are gritting their teeth over each other's current boyfriend/girlfriend/flavor-of-the-month?

"So it doesn't bother you that I'm with [name]?"

"No. No. Just be careful, you know, sleeping with people at work can really bite you in the ass." Long pause. "It's going great with Miranda by the way."

"Oh." Another pause. "That's good."

"It's doesn't bother you that..." Jack makes a wide gesture.

Daniel shakes his head and makes a face. "No, no, of course not. I mean, ascended, descended, I could hardly expect you to -"

"- it did seem kind of permanent, the death thing."

"- at least this time. I was happy for you, really -"

"- oh that's good, I was sort of hoping that -"

Daniel nods his head. "Um-hmm, yeah, I know."

"Good, good."

Another long pause.

Daniel asks cautiously, "It's not... serious... between you and -?"

"Naw, no." Jack shakes his head vigorously. "You and -?"

Daniel shrugs, "It's, you know."

"Ah. Good."

Another long pause.

"So." Daniel blinks and gazes around the hallway. "Talk to you later?"

"Yeah. Glad we had this little chat." Jack backs away, nearly walking into an SF, who gives him a funny look.

Daniel coughs a little. "Yeah, me too."



Nothing stops a slasher.