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A small difficulty.
So, ever since I finished writing my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide contribution, I've been trying to get myself back into a Due-South-writerly frame of mind. Usually this means that any moment I'm not doing something, I turn my brain in the general direction of the guys and see what comes up. This is always hazardous - it's how I ended up with hockey!ben and library!ray talking to me at the same time, which was deeply confusing - but now it's gotten really bad.
See, my brain tends to latch onto some sort of opening line. Right now it's "Ray says..."
This would work great - Ray always has interesting things to say - if my brain didn't pop up the conditioned response "Nothing you idiot, Dr. Dre's dead," every single time. I'm not sure whether I'm more disheartened by the 'you idiot' or the 'dead'. I swear none of my Rays are dead right now. He's alive and well and [playing hockey/hanging out in a traveling library north of Sixty for reasons best known to himself/helping Fraser out with a spot of child-rearing/having a lot of sex/(yes, Kik)heading to LA for what promises to be a very peculiar adventure involving his punk rocking more-evil-than-he-is twin] and not at all dead. Not that you could tell that from listening to my stupid, stupid, lyrics-obsessed backbrain.
yuletide contribution, I've been trying to get myself back into a Due-South-writerly frame of mind. Usually this means that any moment I'm not doing something, I turn my brain in the general direction of the guys and see what comes up. This is always hazardous - it's how I ended up with hockey!ben and library!ray talking to me at the same time, which was deeply confusing - but now it's gotten really bad.See, my brain tends to latch onto some sort of opening line. Right now it's "Ray says..."
This would work great - Ray always has interesting things to say - if my brain didn't pop up the conditioned response "Nothing you idiot, Dr. Dre's dead," every single time. I'm not sure whether I'm more disheartened by the 'you idiot' or the 'dead'. I swear none of my Rays are dead right now. He's alive and well and [playing hockey/hanging out in a traveling library north of Sixty for reasons best known to himself/helping Fraser out with a spot of child-rearing/having a lot of sex/(yes, Kik)heading to LA for what promises to be a very peculiar adventure involving his punk rocking more-evil-than-he-is twin] and not at all dead. Not that you could tell that from listening to my stupid, stupid, lyrics-obsessed backbrain.