This is a problem!
Okay, so Chapter Nine of Cicatix is done, and Chapter Ten is Ash reflecting on zir history with dancing and why zie hasn't danced in years, except for what just happened tonight with Aaron. And I was battering against the wall of this damn thing and not getting anywhere, and then I realized that in order to write a piece that is all about dance and how dance feels in one's body, I need to dance it first. (This novel is always teaching me how to write it.)
So I turn up the music, and I stretch, and I start dancing.
And I stop because I am doing it wrong, because I'm dancing like myself, not like Ash. Ash would not do that with zir hips. And especially would not do that with zir ass.
And I. Can't. Stop. The booty-shaking.
AUGH.
I have narrowed everything else down to be more what Ash does - less hips, more arms, less all-over-the-place, taking up less space, and I think I've got it but then my ass remembers that we came up in Miami y'all and boom boom boom and I have to start over. Or my hips remember that they do not, in fact, lie, and I have to start over.
I feel like I need to build something to keep my hips from getting wiggly, some kind of splint. I just. What. I never hear about other writers having this problem.
Additionally, I need to go out dancing soonest. Locals, where do you go and when and can I tag along?
Okay, so Chapter Nine of Cicatix is done, and Chapter Ten is Ash reflecting on zir history with dancing and why zie hasn't danced in years, except for what just happened tonight with Aaron. And I was battering against the wall of this damn thing and not getting anywhere, and then I realized that in order to write a piece that is all about dance and how dance feels in one's body, I need to dance it first. (This novel is always teaching me how to write it.)
So I turn up the music, and I stretch, and I start dancing.
And I stop because I am doing it wrong, because I'm dancing like myself, not like Ash. Ash would not do that with zir hips. And especially would not do that with zir ass.
And I. Can't. Stop. The booty-shaking.
AUGH.
I have narrowed everything else down to be more what Ash does - less hips, more arms, less all-over-the-place, taking up less space, and I think I've got it but then my ass remembers that we came up in Miami y'all and boom boom boom and I have to start over. Or my hips remember that they do not, in fact, lie, and I have to start over.
I feel like I need to build something to keep my hips from getting wiggly, some kind of splint. I just. What. I never hear about other writers having this problem.
Additionally, I need to go out dancing soonest. Locals, where do you go and when and can I tag along?
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...which made me come *this close* to bursting out laughing at work. :-D
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And it sounds like you need a jockstrap for the dancing. Constricting on the sides, reminds the booty to not ba-donk-a-donk so much, but still is open and free-ish.
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I'm not laughing at you, no, not at all.
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http://www.hulu.com/the-lxd
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