I need to get this stupid story out of my head. I woke up in the middle of the night again last night to write more. Now I have 1200 words of unconnected scenes, most of them at least slightly porny. Ugh. At least sotto_voice provides warnings about things that will infuriate me via spoilers. Maybe I can brace myself and watch just enough to finish this story. That has already turned into two stories. Why?

So if you watch Glee, talk to me, people. Tell me your favorite things about Lauren, Mercedes, Santana, Brittany, Matt, Tina, and Puck. Tell me your favorite spoilers. Tell me all the things you hate about Glee. Tell me what you wish the show would do.

I've been trying to write for the past hour, since I got home from work. So far I have four different beginnings to a ficlet about Eden (from Blue Crush) in the morning, and not one word out of any of the beginnings is any good.

On the other hand, I quite like Gridiron Gang, which I'm watching while I write.

On the third hand (I'm like Stitch!), I will leave for a motorcycle ride shortly.

I wish the writing was working. I just can't seem to get her voice down. Or to get into her head at all. I know exactly one thing I want to happen, and I can't seem to write it so it sounds right.

Damn.

After writing the Letty the Vampire Slayer section from "Ten Slayers Who Never Were (The Of All The Women In All The World Mix)", nikitangel and I were talking about Letty as a Slayer and how she relates to Faith and how she would relate to her old life. This led to some ideas for a possible story, not just a little scene.

Tonight I went to bed, was struck with an image from it, and have now written over 1000 words, with no sign of an end. They aren't even in California, yet. Good grief. I'm going to have to stop soon, I was exhausted at 8 p.m. and now am absolutely shattered, but I love the story so far.

Favorite bit:

"Stay put," she hissed. "I'm coming."

"Thank you." Mia's voice dropped into a whisper. "Thank you. I need help, Letty, I don't know what to do."

"I'll take care of you, girl."

Letty waited for Mia's goodbye, waited for the click as she ended the call, and then, with the memory of the sound of home lingering in her ear, she ground the phone into little pieces of broken plastic and bits of metal, electronic skin and bones.

Then she went out slaying.

I love destroying the phone as the physical manifestation of her feelings. She's breaking down, her family is breaking down, of course she wants to destroy something.