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Mar. 28th, 2012 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
julian_griffithSometimes my writing muse is VERY inconvenient.
The next sequential thing is supposed to be a confrontation with the viscount's grandmama, in which she reminds him, in front of the lieutenant, that he has to think about marrying someday, lest the estate pass to his sister's children, who are bound to grow up useless as their father's got more hair than wit.
This will enable the new lovers to have a very natural conversation, later, about what might happen if and when the viscount marries. This is important because the viscount will marry, and endgame is that the lieutenant and his wife will fall in love, and instead of ending in duels and misery it will end in a sweet and stable OT3. I've already written the conversation that allows that to happen, so you can see I'm not opposed to writing out of sequence.
The out-of-sequence thing my muse insisted I work on last night, however, is absolutely useless.
1365 words of porn. Dressing-room porn.
What's wrong with that, you say?
Well, it's het porn, with a character NOT the viscount's wife. It's with a character I may or may not even need to introduce. The only plot purpose it serves is for the viscount to inform the woman that the supposedly-dead character from the B-plot is actually alive. And, given timeline issues, it takes place WHILE the romance between the viscount and the lieutenant is building and BEFORE their first sex scene. Which would clutter the narrative immensely, I think.
But my muse wouldn't let me carry on with Grandmama until I'd written it.
I suppose all I can do is save it for an outtake.
The next sequential thing is supposed to be a confrontation with the viscount's grandmama, in which she reminds him, in front of the lieutenant, that he has to think about marrying someday, lest the estate pass to his sister's children, who are bound to grow up useless as their father's got more hair than wit.
This will enable the new lovers to have a very natural conversation, later, about what might happen if and when the viscount marries. This is important because the viscount will marry, and endgame is that the lieutenant and his wife will fall in love, and instead of ending in duels and misery it will end in a sweet and stable OT3. I've already written the conversation that allows that to happen, so you can see I'm not opposed to writing out of sequence.
The out-of-sequence thing my muse insisted I work on last night, however, is absolutely useless.
1365 words of porn. Dressing-room porn.
What's wrong with that, you say?
Well, it's het porn, with a character NOT the viscount's wife. It's with a character I may or may not even need to introduce. The only plot purpose it serves is for the viscount to inform the woman that the supposedly-dead character from the B-plot is actually alive. And, given timeline issues, it takes place WHILE the romance between the viscount and the lieutenant is building and BEFORE their first sex scene. Which would clutter the narrative immensely, I think.
But my muse wouldn't let me carry on with Grandmama until I'd written it.
I suppose all I can do is save it for an outtake.
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Date: 2012-03-30 04:16 am (UTC)What I have been doing for the last hour: trying to get a good aerial view of the house I stole for the viscount, so I could decide where I'd put the actually nonexistent Dower House, so I could see what they'd have to walk past to get to it. This was harder than you'd imagine for a National Trust property.
Gives me an excuse to mention bluebells, though. It's totally bluebell season when they're visiting.