Me: Oh c’mon, it’s not like there’s ever going to be too much of it.

H: You’re so lazy.

M: I’m not lazy: I’m blocked

H: You’ve been reading your way through the Methos section of the Seventh Dimention archive.

M: So?

H: You haven’t even tried to write, have you?

M: I did.  Kinda.  I’m having problems with the ‘B’ plot.

H: PLOT???  What the fuck are you doing with plot?  Ditch the plot and have me fucking like a bunny with Charlie, then fucking like a bunny with Dylan.  See?  Easy.

M: PWPs are for you and Tyr, you and Dylan get plot.

H: Well that sucks.

M: If you stop bugging me I’ll make sure Charlemagne does too.

H: Tempting… but I know you, if I go away you’ll go back to reading smut instead of writing it.

M: Jesus!  If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you write it?

H: I could do that… lets see…  ‘It was a dark and stormy nig…’ OW!

M: fine, fine I’m writing, I’m writing.  Just don’t EVER touch my word program again, k?