Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are in my head

[truepenny]

ROS: I'm stuck.
GUIL: No, you're not.
ROS: Yes, I am, I tell you.
GUIL: No. You're not. Look here.
ROS: Oh.
[ten minutes later]
ROS: I'm stuck.
GUIL: Oh for the love of Christ.
ROS: No, I mean it this time. I'm stuck.
GUIL: Look. You can't be stuck. Our deadline's less than two months away. This is no time to screw the pooch.
ROS: All right, all right.
[ten minutes later]
ROS: I'm stuck.
GUIL: For the last fucking time, YOU ARE NOT STUCK.
ROS: Okay, I'm not stuck.
GUIL: Good.
[beat]
ROS: I'm bored.
[GUIL chases ROS offstage with a Swingline stapler]

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The Mirador, Chapter Four: 8,606 words

Half of Chapter Four is now Chapter Five, because more than 70 ms pages is just ridiculously long for a chapter. Chapter Five is 8,727 words and growing.

Comments

LOL

[jodi-davis.livejournal.com]

I'm not bored.

[libskrat]

PLAYER: Pooch-screwing? Alfred!!!

[digitalred93.livejournal.com]

A perfect personification of the temper tantrum my own head goes through during block!

[lareinenoire.livejournal.com]

I'm something of a lurker -- just finished reading Mélusine for the first time, and am madly in love with it -- but I just wanted to tell you this made me giggle lots. I just finished a run as the Player in a production of R&G earlier this afternoon.

[barbarienne.livejournal.com]

Whenever I'm stuck, I remember the wise words of a friend of mine:

"B, you can fart 1500 words!"

Somehow that always makes me get moving again.