NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN!!!!!

[linndechir]

This is getting fucking frustrating! Everyone around me is posting their Hanukkah fics, and my stupid fic still refuses to get written. Even the first draft isn't finished, because whenever I try to work on it, it gets more fucked up. First, I made the participating characters even more insane than they already are. Then, I decided to use flashbacks - I HATE flashbacks, I've never written any because I hate reading them, but my brainless fic idea only works with flashbacks. And as if all that wasn't bad enough, one of my characters suddenly started quoting Hegel. WHAT THE FUCK??? I'm not even writing about Landa, for God's sake! I'm starting to think that I should delete the whole thing and start anew, but I have honestly no better idea for the prompt I was given than the one I'm using now. It's actually a good idea, I think, except that it's so weird that it only makes sense in my brain, but not when I write it. Whatever, I'll just pretend my lack of sense and clarity is artistic and mysterious and complex. Or something. I just want to write something better than pointless porn with the pairing and the kinks my giftee asked for. :(
The worst thing is that I waited so long to write this because when I came up with this idea weeks ago, I was sure that I could easily write it down in two days, and voilà. But, no, everything always turns out to be ten times more complicated.
Why the fuck is he quoting Hegel? Seriously, Hegel? In bed? Not even IB characters should be so fucked up that they start lecturing their partner on philosophy and freedom during sex. *smashes head against the wall*

Comments

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Dieter can be such a douchebag, he'd totally do it just to show off. Anyway, not allowed to say who it is. :)
(Now I want to write fic about Dieterchen quoting Nietzsche and Hegel and other stuff to Landa. After chaining him to the bed and teasing him for hours. Even Landa would only say "guh?" to that.)

[machiavelli-imp.livejournal.com]

My brain! It's dying from the hotness!
Or maybe that's the half a teacup full of cognac I had. Yeah, probably that. Annoying dinner parties.

Actually, I did have a similar dream about a real-life German being chained to a bed and eating croquembouche off him, but that isn't very relevant. In my defence, I did read a misprint just before I slept noting that "His pleasure in the pubic adulation he received was diminished..." when I'm sure it was supposed to say "public adulation."

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Sometimes (often) I am facing the problem of writing about characters who are ten times more intelligent and educated than me. Maybe that's why I like Heydrich - he's only smart, but not all that educated. (Damn, he still speaks more languages than me. *grumble*)

I had a very vivid, very smutty dream about Himmler/Heydrich last night. The weirdest thing? It was incredibly hot. And I have no excuse. Except my absurd desire to write fic about them. *sigh* (At least I can be sure that my brain will not randomly decide that Himmler is hot. I hope ...)

[sevenwindows.livejournal.com]

He is a terribly clever douchebag and he adores it when people know this. >:)

YOU SHOULD. Landa would command it if he could, you know, form sentences.

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Even his way of saying "Sturmbannführer Dieter Hellstrom, Gestapo" implies "hi, I'm a terribly clever douchebag." :)

Haha, poor little Landa. I will add this to the endless list of IB fics I should write. *is slightly intimidated by the length*