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I've started work on chapter fifteen of "A Pirate's Life," and the closer I come to finishing it (still a couple days away I think), the more the hord of plotbunnies around my feet begin to flash their fangs at me, demanding that I write one of them next.
*picks up Queequeg and brandishes him menacingly* Back, little rabbits! I have a six foot harpoon! (Any of y'all who remember me from the HMS Wolfstar might remember Queequeg, the 6' harpoon used to deal with plotbunnies and people whose shipping preferences differ from mine).
The Jack & Anamaria bunny is nibbling on my ankle trying to convince me to write about Jack getting his skull tattoo,tempting me with the opportunity to overuse metaphors and symbolism.
The Bootstrap & Barbossa bunny is sitting on my foot growling and trying to force me to make use of all that research I did on yellow fever by writing something involving it.
The Jack & Gibbs prequel bunny has fastened its fangs in my calf and swears it won't let go until I write about Gibbs' transition from sailor in the Royal Navy to pirate, complete with the British East India company, voyages to Singapore, flogging, scurvy, branding, and Jack & Gibbs hiding from East India Co. troops in a Chinese whorehouse. It wants ten chapters, all with overly ornate titles remeniscent of nineteenth century novels.
And way in the back, the X-Men Evolution bunny is jumping up and down frantically trying to remind me of its existence, crying "Finish me! Finish me! You know you want to! Think of 17-year-old jailbait Remy!"
*prods APL bunny* I've got to deal with you first.
*picks up Queequeg and brandishes him menacingly* Back, little rabbits! I have a six foot harpoon! (Any of y'all who remember me from the HMS Wolfstar might remember Queequeg, the 6' harpoon used to deal with plotbunnies and people whose shipping preferences differ from mine).
The Jack & Anamaria bunny is nibbling on my ankle trying to convince me to write about Jack getting his skull tattoo,tempting me with the opportunity to overuse metaphors and symbolism.
The Bootstrap & Barbossa bunny is sitting on my foot growling and trying to force me to make use of all that research I did on yellow fever by writing something involving it.
The Jack & Gibbs prequel bunny has fastened its fangs in my calf and swears it won't let go until I write about Gibbs' transition from sailor in the Royal Navy to pirate, complete with the British East India company, voyages to Singapore, flogging, scurvy, branding, and Jack & Gibbs hiding from East India Co. troops in a Chinese whorehouse. It wants ten chapters, all with overly ornate titles remeniscent of nineteenth century novels.
And way in the back, the X-Men Evolution bunny is jumping up and down frantically trying to remind me of its existence, crying "Finish me! Finish me! You know you want to! Think of 17-year-old jailbait Remy!"
*prods APL bunny* I've got to deal with you first.