Open Letters to Muses

[mllelaurel]

Dear DW Muses (you know who you are, and yes, there's more than one of you)

Kindly forebear from ever giving me your nightmares again. Or else, bitchez. I can wreak havoc on you, of the kind that makes Rusty look like Mother Theresa, if you ever pull that shit again. Capice?

Love,

Your author

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Dear Capt. Jack Harkness and Lt. Commander Susan Ivanova

I certainly don't mind the fact that you two seem to have bonded, but I'd be much obliged if my headspace wasn't turned into that Jerry Springer episode, "Telepaths and the Millitary Personel Who Love Them", twenty-four/seven.

In Jack's case, at least, I fully expect him to take time off from commiseration (therapeutic though it is) and actually earn his keep as a muse. Fics. You two know what those things are, right?

In Ivanova's case, I actually fear any fic ideas, as it'll take me a while to get through all of B5, and I avoid spoilers if at all possible. But hey, can I help it if the show's creator chooses to spoil me for several developments?

Love, of a less sarcastic kind,

Your headspace landlady

Comments

[nevacaruso.livejournal.com]

Heh. Sorry about the muse!nightmares. Lovely occupational hazards, those.

I certainly don't mind the fact that you two seem to have bonded, but I'd be much obliged if my headspace wasn't turned into that Jerry Springer episode, "Telepaths and the Millitary Personel Who Love Them", twenty-four/seven.

That kind of just killed me dead a little. There aren't any choreographed fistfights onstage, are there?

[mllelaurel.livejournal.com]

No choreographed fistfights, no. Well, unless the two of them get drunk enough to engage in bar fights. Which. Not out of the question, I admit.