Oh, flist, I am having one of those itchy restless days where you can't settle to a single task and yet you feel like you want to do *something*. I haven't written a word in months but I'm wondering if I might have a story in me that's causing this annoying sensation. Prompt me? I'll do my best.
p.s. Europe was lovely, saw lots of
sparktastic, and am happy to be at home again. Except for the restless bit.
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Hmmm - how about, what would happen if the magical insta-language translator that mysteriously works for the gates suddenly failed? I remember one short story from someone that touched on this idea, but it's something I'd really like explored in depth.
I remember the fic you're referencing, by
Hrm, might be something in there... Thanks for the thoughts!
Also, welcome back! :)
Thanks, good to be back! I'm still at the staring-blankly-at-a-Word-window stage but thank you for the prompt! Hopefully it will be fertile writing ground.
Or maybe something with phone sex?
On the other hand, John and Rodney could always go camping, on earth.
I like the camping, hrm...
Huh... lemme see. You know Jack's clone, right? From SG-1? I always wanted him to be sent to Atlantis. Jack would be happier because, hey, the Milky Way is *his* galaxy and he doesn't share; the emo!codger would be happy because he has the gene and can fly ships and have adventures again. Plus, Carson is a clone, so he doesn't feel as funny about being one, too.
Not on your flist, but may I still prompt?
John/Rodney, flanker, to externalise, augmentative