I have 960 words of Cow and the Beanstalk.
I have 773 words of KKBB/IM crossover.
Neither of them is cooperating in the least. The Muses are over in the corner, giggling, snarfing chocolate-covered ants, and drinking absinthe. They're all "Dude, we gave you 25000 words in the last month and a half. Shut up." And I'm, like, "But. Must. Write. NAOW."
And of course the Hubby doesn't get it. I was whining last night that I wanted to work on the Cow and the Beanstalk, but all I was getting was the KKBB/IM thing, and he said "Well, obviously you actually want to work on the crossover, because you have this RDJ fixation that's consumed your brain." I had to explain to him that, sorry, that's really not how this works, and reminded him about the DamnFic, which I didn't want to write because who the hell wants to write about Kaylee getting raped, but I couldn't write anything else until I wrote that and it drove me nuts and I fought it for several days before I gave in.
I think he still might not get it.
Maybe other writers can dictate to their brains what they want to work on. Me? Not so much.
He said, "Well, why don't you think of your protag in the Cow story as Tony Stark? WWTSD?" Of course, Tony Stark is not in a medieval fairy tale setting, and Pepper Potts would not be so careless as to allow herself to be transformed into a cow. Le sigh.
Screw it. I'm going to go see Iron Man again. Maybe it'll shake something loose.