Venting

[fangrrl_squees]

Hm.

I've been working on another 'torture Jack' fic (I told you, it's this month's theme) and I've kinda run into a wall on the home stretch. Ow.

The obvious solution involves Jack being torn up into bits - literally - but dammit that's obvious. And a bit boring - I just did that, albeit in another fic that y'all haven't seen yet.

My original ending for the bit got punted out the window, this morning, as being a bit too implausible, even for fanfic - although I'm tempted to keep trying to make it work, as fanficcers will when reluctant to kill a darling.

I think the root of a lot of this headdesking is because my meager skillz aren't up to conveying what I want to convey whilst not slapping the readers with the Wet Haddock of Foreshadowing (closely related to Red Herrings, donchaknow) that Things Are Not As They Seem. Subtle hints seem to be beyond me. If I could pull that off, I could probably go with the original, massively angsty ending. Mmm, angst...

This entry makes it sound like I'm taking the piece far more seriously than it deserves. I'm not, but I want to finish the bloody thing and, at the moment, it's proving more difficult than anticipated. Grr.

ETA: Never mind. I bit the bullet and posted the damn thing.)

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On another note entirely, the room block for Gallifrey One is open. The con rate is $115, or so. The G1 website says $105, the reservation clerk told me $115, either way, it's a break over the regular rate of $160. With taxes and surcharges and such, consider it about $140/night and you won't be far off.

I've booked a room and am willing to act as liasion if various assorted maniac friends of mine want to arrange for us to end up, if not adjacent to each other, then in the same corridor - which can be done, as long as there's at least three rooms participating (ie, enough incoming money for it to be worth the hotel's time) and I nag the manager about it, mercilessly. My gaming friends can share some horror stories about getting room blocks arranged, confirmed, re-confirmed and then some, and then showing up at the hotel to be told "What room block?" - and said incidents were also with the Marriott, I might add...

Comments

[crabby-lioness.livejournal.com]

How about burning?

[fangrrl-squees.livejournal.com]

Hm... that could be dramatic. It's certainly worth a thought.

I'm still trying to make the original ending work (which involves Jack - *gulp* - giving up, with extra-angsty sprinkles on top) which would avoid the necessity of lighter fluid and ignition sources or whathaveyou but, yeah... burning might work if I have to resort to it.

Time for lunch and a long think, methinks...

[crabby-lioness.livejournal.com]

No reason you couldn't do both if you wanted. Lighter fluid and ignition makes for a dramatic reason to give up.

[fangrrl-squees.livejournal.com]

*giggles* that has prompted the silliest mental image...

As it is, lunch helped knock some thoughts loose and I'm feeling a *bit* less cranky about the situation. Further grumblings as events warrant.

[j00j.livejournal.com]

or there's the opposite-- freezing? Mind, lighter fluid or gasoline or whatever is a bit easier to come by than a giant vat of liquid nitrogen, for example-- I'm not sure what'd be handy in the story.

[fangrrl-squees.livejournal.com]

I'm going to save that for the next fic, as the current one resolved itself as much as I was going to let it - ie, I had to finish the bloody thing before I start talking in my sleep, 'cause my husband HATES when I start ficcing in my sleep... :)

(and it's just been posted, fwiw)