Thank God It's Friday!
Dec. 19th, 2003 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereYep, I’m tired and yawning. Shouldn’t have stayed up. *g*
At the moment, I’d be happier if my muses would just talk to me. Clark and Lex are nowhere to be found. I suspect they’re making out in a Christmas party cloakroom as we speak. Dan and Casey are sitting on their metaphorical couch with their metaphorical feet up on the coffee table, looking rather smug. They won’t tell me any stories, all they’ll do is sit there and occasionally grin at each other.
Sam and Josh are quiet as well. I think they were overpowered by Dan and Casey for a while… well, not overpowered so much as out-rambled. Considering that Josh works with Donna, and that both of the guys can be very wordy at times, I’m not impressed with them. (C’mon guys, Dan and Casey are TV anchors. You can take ‘em!) I have a West Wing Secret Santa that’s due in a couple of days, and those two are being silent. The only phrase coming to mind is:
“The word came to his lips like molasses, slow and sweet. It felt heavy on his tongue.”
It’s a Sam-phrase, but honestly, I have no other ideas about the phrase or how it fits into a fic.
And so, these are the whines that meet you on a Friday morning. I should be working, heavens above know I’ve let it stack up this week, but instead I’m wondering about putting up lost posters (“Lost: Several muses. Fairly creative but can be difficult to handle. If found, please return to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
out_there.”)
At the moment, I’d be happier if my muses would just talk to me. Clark and Lex are nowhere to be found. I suspect they’re making out in a Christmas party cloakroom as we speak. Dan and Casey are sitting on their metaphorical couch with their metaphorical feet up on the coffee table, looking rather smug. They won’t tell me any stories, all they’ll do is sit there and occasionally grin at each other.
Sam and Josh are quiet as well. I think they were overpowered by Dan and Casey for a while… well, not overpowered so much as out-rambled. Considering that Josh works with Donna, and that both of the guys can be very wordy at times, I’m not impressed with them. (C’mon guys, Dan and Casey are TV anchors. You can take ‘em!) I have a West Wing Secret Santa that’s due in a couple of days, and those two are being silent. The only phrase coming to mind is:
“The word came to his lips like molasses, slow and sweet. It felt heavy on his tongue.”
It’s a Sam-phrase, but honestly, I have no other ideas about the phrase or how it fits into a fic.
And so, these are the whines that meet you on a Friday morning. I should be working, heavens above know I’ve let it stack up this week, but instead I’m wondering about putting up lost posters (“Lost: Several muses. Fairly creative but can be difficult to handle. If found, please return to
out_there.”)
