It’s late where I am.
And like usual, I can’t sleep. I’m over at a friend’s house and forgot my sleeping pills so I’m stuck with my mind until my body gives out and forces it to shut down. So I put on my headphones and travel.
The latest playlist is a mesh of things I’m listening to now and songs from before that I want to listen to again. There are new things, like songs from One Republic’s new album, and old ones like The Yellow Heart of Texas. There’s a song for every world.
One minute in in Punzel verse, working out a scene in the sequel that has yet to be written but I can feel it getting closer to the surface. That’s a rush. The scene is quiet and centered on Jensen and Jared and it culminates into a moment—that’s all they really need. That moment when they look across the room and that’s it.
I can hear the guitar playing in that scene. I owe One Republic a lot for these lyrics and I think everyone is going to love this scene.
Skip back and I’m in House, in a scene I can’t wait to write but have to because I’ve got work to do before it. But it’s an old Alison Krauss song. My coworker (a concert enthusiast, musician, and inside ticket source) saw her live two weeks ago and brought me back a magnet. Every time I look at it and hear this song I get so happy. I can see it clearly and it rolls around in my head over and over again. House readers are going to love it.
Flip to another play list, and I’ve got Barton Hollow by The Civil Wars on. Now I’m in Model. Even day time is darker than usual in Model. The weight of carrying Henry across alleyways and through the streets is Jensen’s constant reminder that he needs to survive—if not for himself, for his son. The next portion of fic is a tough scene. People are not puzzle pieces.
One song forward and Pennies From Heaven comes on. I flit back and forth between Paul Anka and Michael Buble’s duets and Billie Holiday’s version. This is a new project, in it’s most basic stage. But man, there it is. I wiggle my feet along with the beat.
Somehow, I make my way back to Punzel when another Alison Krauss song comes on. This one is somber. Sad. Slow. But it’s beautiful and just right for the scene I picture it in.
All that travel has me falling asleep, thank goodness.
Tomorrow I’ll get up early and write.
That’s probably the best part of going to sleep—when I wake up, I can write.
Also, we stopped here. I think Dean would prefer a pie atm but this isn’t so bad either.
A belated birthday present brought me here tonight! So guess where I want to write the next snippet of TCV in!
Doing some research for House, for an upcoming scene in Los Angeles, which we haven’t seen yet. Trying to get a feel for the home Jensen has out there. I think this fits, or something like it. :D
Anonymous said: Okay, I know you're already working on approximately a million other projects (which I love) but I just wanted to let you know that you should just sometimes imagine Jared on one of those crazy awesome kid shows (think the Wiggles) with the surprisingly talented singers and one day he runs into Jensen and his daughter who immediately freaks out and is like "DADDY OMG IT'S SAMMY" and there are cute moments and I don't know, man, I keep thinking about it and being very happy. Just wanted to share.
A million projects is right, but I love doing it. :D
This is a sweet prompt! I can see Jensen being a little overwhelmed with his daughter and having a hard time wrangling her in. XD I can also see Jared being a hardcore BDSM enthusiast on the side, which awesomely conflicts with his day job. Ahh! So many ways this prompt could go.
Thank you! I’ll be rolling this around in my head for when I have a little more time to get to it. <3 Keep those prompts coming, I love when y’all share ‘em.