fluent at last in the languages of the sea

I was going to write this Sam/Cam fic, and in my head it had lots of awesome dialogue and it was going to be really really cool. So why is it that when I sat down to write it out, most of it had vanished from my mind and the bits that I could remember proved to be incredibly lame?

Oh, brain.

But Sam and Cam? Freaking adorable. Seriously.

Also, Armageddon. Joe Flanigan was pretty and told us about his escape from a great white shark. Chris Judge was pretty and told us why he's afraid of polar bears.

They talked about Stargate, too.

I am still writing the Alex/Addison fic, 10k words and counting, and I seem to be finally getting the hang of just writing, just getting words down and saving the editing for later rather than doing both at once which usually ends in, "Well, this sucks" and "whee, delete!"

Although I do have some uneasy thoughts about how much editing this thing will need - what was going to be the main event now is not and it needs to be re-written, Alex is being far too nice, I am the queen of run-on sentences and Addie is still the queen of the land of passive aggressiva and maybe sometimes needs not to be, and I've been picking and choosing bits of canon from episodes that haven't aired here yet so I need to straighten all that out.

Like I said, run-on sentences.

But: this fic has an actual title ("Case the Promised Land", if anyone cares) and about a 70% chance of being completed to my satisfaction. And my brain is going sequel, sequel so please somebody sit on me and tell me to back away from the babyfic.

Unfortunately, I'm still not sure what it's actually about, aside from Alex and Addie (and when did I start calling fictional characters by nicknames?). I suppose that might be what the editing stage is for.

Don't you hate the feeling where you write a perfectly good fic in your head - but when you start typing it out you realise it's crap?

I tried to write a post-ep to last night's McLeod's Daughters and some Sam/Jack fluff. Both fics sounded good in my head when I was thinking them over at work this morning, but now? Uck. Terrible.

I do not need to write Medical Investigation fic. I do not need to write Connor/Natalie Medical Investigation fic.

This is bad. I don't even have plot bunnies. I just want to write it. It's that feeling where you have to write something out - make it happen. And it probably won't go away until I do.

I'm sure I must have better things to do.