Jan. 16th, 2006

rynne: (the background hum)
Plot, why do you plague me so? 8,000 words into the fic (which was supposed to be just a drabble), and finally I can start the sex.

How do people write Vadersex? Half of his body is mechanical, and the other half is completely covered up almost all the time. He can't even kiss someone in a normal atmosphere without choking to death, probably. And I have to wonder (very crudely), if he even still has a working penis, after lying face down on the banks of a lava flow for who knows how long. He reminds me of Shishio from Kenshin.

Ah well, I'll make do. This fic has way too much momentum for me to be deterred, and I have a few ideas. (And, thankfully, a beta reader who will hopefully tell me if I'm being too implausible or not.)

Perhaps the most important question is, why the hell am I still awake when it's bloody 4:15 in the morning? It's a good thing that it's Martin Luther King Jr. Day, or I'd have to be in class in less than five hours. (Am back at school, btw, in case you couldn't tell. :p)

But since it is rather late, and I've got a lot to do tomorrow, I'll stop writing the fic and stop rambling here, and go get some sleep.

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