I've got to revise my first short script for Monday. I couldn't decide if I wanted to go down the power route or the love route in the first draft, so I ended up doing a mix of both, and the result wasn't pretty. I'm not sure what compelled me to write this particular period piece, because I know next to nothing about life on plantations during 19th century America. I'm mostly having issues with the language thing. I can't get 19th century slang down, and I'm having trouble distinguishing dialects between races. Does anyone know what white teenagers called their parents? "Mother" sounds so formal, but "ma" doesn't seem right, and "mom" sounds too modern. *tears hair out*
I've also got another article due on Monday. I feel like my editor's expectations of me shot up to an unrealistically high level after the success of my Palin article. I don't want to let him down -- I'm not that great of a writer; I just got lucky with the Palin piece. I have a feeling the coming out article I'm writing for Monday is going to show that :(
Today at the football game I saw one of the players tussling Mark Sanchez's hair and realised how much I miss slash. I've been so busy with RL stuff that I haven't had time to even think about any of my WiPs. I want to read and write H/D, but every time I sit down to do that, I remember I should be spending the time working. I don't know what to do -- time's running out for my hd_hols fic and I still have no clear idea of how I want to go about writing the rough story outline I've got, and it's been so long since I last looked at SKoM that I've almost forgotten what it's about.
I've had this bizarre urge to write H/G for days. I think the stress is getting to me.
ETA: Also, this absurdly loud rave down the street at the Shrine Auditorium? NEEDS TO DIE RIGHT NOW.