WHAT Subtlety?

I should be working, but I just bashed out a snippet of Blayes/Uvanov dialog whilst I was stuck on hold and, oh my god, that was fun.

Silly, over the top and slightly outrageous, but fun. It's a shame it probably won't make it to the final draft.

PS - and, yes, I'm writing it as an audio script. Might as well go whole-hawg.

Little Realizations.

Really, there's nothing wrong with writing fanfic. I need to learn to forgive myself for the habit. Right now, I feel like it's the moral equivalent of signing my name on someone else's canvas.

What's wrong with the bloody hobby is when one stops in the middle of traffic with an out-loud exclamation of "Wait a minute! The structure is completely fucked That (plot thingy) needs to be at the end, not the beginning!" Complete with melodramatic emphasis, I might add, and a bit of hand-waving for good measure.

And why is this wrong? Because one stands a very good chance of being mown down by some minivan-driving mom at the corner of Ocean & Plymouth, that's why.

Obviously, that didn't happen to me on my walk to the train station, this afternoon - but it was a near thing.

I really gotta stop thinking about plot during my commute, but it's about the only I have for it, right now. At home, I'm too busy or tired and at work I'm - gosh - working. Or trying to work, I should say...