Mental Movie Making

[ithildin]

When a story I'm writing finally clicks on, it pretty much becomes all I think about. Whether actively, or running in the background while I'm working on something else, it's there. Very often, I'll wake up in the morning with it in my thoughts. All consuming, you might say [g] Of course, that doesn't always help in the actual writing! Turning the movie in my head (because it really is just like I'm watching a movie) from visuals to words doesn't always come easy. And I always seem to forget the best bits of dialogue by the time I sit down to write!

Anyone else have similar experiences, or is it just me? And what are your experiences?

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[jinxed-wood.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, in Seattle

Joe shook his head in bemusement, as he cracked open another bottle of Whiskey and placed it on the table before he sat down. He’d heard some idiotic plans hatched over a drink, in his time, but this was ridiculous.

“You know,” Methos said, smirking as he winked at Joe. “That just might work.”

“See I told ya, Sammy,” declared Dean, the elder of the Winchester boys, expansively. “The old man agrees with me. All we need is a rope –”

“A lasso,” Sam interrupted quietly, as he took another sip of his beer.

“Whatever,” Dean said. “You know what I’m sayin’…anyway, all we need is a lasso, a ship that can travel through time and space—”

“That would be me,” said the Doctor, who propped his converses on the edge of the table as he refilled his glass and then grinned through the bottom of it.

“Right you are, Doc,” Dean said, grinning. “And then, of course, we’d need a binding spell to keep good old Pete under control until we get him ‘round to our way of thinking—”

“Oh! Oh!” Willow bounced in her chair excitably. “That would be me!”

Dean clinked his glass with hers. “You’d better believe it,” he said

Methos threw Joe a knowing look. “A cunning plan,” he drawled. “Top marks for ingenuity…”

Joe snorted. “It’s the execution you’ll have to watch out for!”

“Execution!” Willow squeaked, jumping to her feet. “Who, what, where?”

“My case in point,” Joe said dryly….

[ithildyn.livejournal.com]

ROTFL! [applauds]

[jinxed-wood.livejournal.com]

*Twiddles cigar*

Why thank you, thank you very much.....

[keerawa.livejournal.com]

*blinks* Oh my. That is a rather fractious bunch to be cavorting around in your head.

[jinxed-wood.livejournal.com]

Huh, you haven't even seen the ones that've already slumped under the table... *g*

[ithildyn.livejournal.com]

I'd worry when they start making group visits to opium dens [g]