OMG, y'all.

[agilebrit]

I just realized that in the scene I wrote last night, I have two shirtless RDJs in the room. WITH BRUISES.

The earth is not vast enough to contain that much hotness. I'm amazed I didn't cause some sort of worldwide global warming event.

And this morning I was at the dentist's office (whee--very good news on that front, it's like I have a different mouth, go, me), and I thought I'd written myself into a corner because it's not like they can call the cops (y, hello thar, illegal weapons, how r u today?). They can't just let the Bad Guy go because he wants not!Tony and not!Harry dead and probably won't stop until they are. By the same token, not!Tony isn't a murderer, so just flat killing him is out--although The Butler could probably make him disappear. However, that would raise questions too, because the Bad Guy is a high-powered CEO of a major corporation and everyone knows that he and not!Tony don't exactly get along.

So, I'm going, well, HELL, what do I do now? And then I smacked myself on the forehead and realized that it doesn't matter, because I already had this scene planned out and I forgot (very briefly) how it ends. But now I remember, so it's all good. The cranial flatulence has abated, and now I can sit down and write the scene, because it's all outlined and stuff.

And I need to go back and set up not!Harry's emotional state a little better, so that his actions here make a bit more sense. *evil laughter*

I still haven't decided if not!Harmony is going to live...

I fired off a diplomatic, but to-the-point, email to my "buyer." We'll see what he says.

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[texanfan.livejournal.com]

Well shoot! I hope you have a short timeline on getting rid of the pain.