where we're at fic-wise

[roxy]

Soooo...Clark says that's it, he's done. Clammed up tight as a...clam. In the meanwhile, all kinds of ideas are hopping up and down in my brain like little fleas. Little story fleas. Ick. I got this great great idea that I love and would love to try to work on. Bastard story flea. And of course, non of this applies to the Romance Novel challenge, geez. I've got a paragraph--pretty much runs, "Hello, My name is Lex Luthor, you didn't kill my father, prepare to be screwed. And die." sigh.

As for the WIP, right now, the boys are looking at each other over toast and tea. That's it. Maybe I'll end it there. Leave some mystery, you know? Yeeeesss. Meeeeestery.

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[danceswithgary]

No. Absolutely not. No mystery and take the tea and toast away. We want torture and sex and angst and maybe a bright spot here and there. So there.

This previous paragraph brought to by the letter H for headache. As in I have a really bad one and I think the only thing that will fix it is some Mariposa.

Please?

[xinsidemyskinx.livejournal.com]

Lets not leave mystery. I wouldn't want to have to hope a plane, chain you to your desk and whip stories out of you.

1. It's bad for my image as ruler of the world and 2. I know YOU wouldn't be as cruel to make me come all the way from england, on a plane that with my luck would probably sink in the ocean while i'm in the middle of a great story break through.

Blinks... stares... shakes you

[capnzebbie.livejournal.com]

Toast and tea are aphrodisiacs, right?

The boys will come around. Because they can't keep their hands off each other.

[clarkscherry.livejournal.com]

Ah Breakfast at Tiffany's with Clex humping beneath the tables might be a worthy ending.