I’ll be making biscotti for International Dorothy Dunnett Day now. Jeff took me out to breakfast, happy sigh.
Much writing yesterday after seeing 15.4 Supernatural. This is the scene that kicked my ass, and if twitter was anything to go by…..a lot of other people tooooo.
Chuck, AKA GOD: You have anything stronger? BECKY: We have cran-apple juice. Chuck, AKA GOD: Hmm. I'm good. [SIGHS.] It's just, things are different now, Becky. I mean, I used to be able to see Sam and Dean in my head, wherever they were, whatever they were doing. It was all just there, ripe for the picking. And now it's just gone. BECKY: Because you lost your prophet powers? Chuck, AKA GOD: Yeah. Something like that. BECKY: Then write about something else. Chuck, AKA GOD: But this it. I mean, this is my favourite story. BECKY: Then write about them. Chuck, AKA GOD: I-I Okay. I feel like we're going in circles now. BECKY: No, you're going in circles. You're a writer, a writer who's not writing. And when a writer's not writing, they feel sad, and they get lost. And the writer asks themselves, "Why do I feel this way? Why am I so sad and lost?" And what does all this navel-gazing and hair-pulling amount to in the end? Procrastination, distraction. Just one of a million ways the writer avoids doing the one thing that is all but guaranteed to make the writer feel better. Which is ? Writing. Chuck, AKA GOD: But what if I can't? BECKY: [SCOFFS.] You can. The only question is, will you? Chuck, AKA GOD: [CHUCKLES.] How'd you learn all this? BECKY: I'm a writer, too, Chuck. Chuck, AKA GOD: Oh. I mean, fanfic it's not really the same thing BECKY: Writing's writing. Chuck, AKA GOD: Okay. BECKY: The self-sabotage, the doubts, the struggle against time. So whenever I have a spare minute, I write. Chuck, AKA GOD: Yeah. BECKY: Yeah! Wait. I didn't mean right now Chuck, AKA GOD: Shh, shh, shh!
