A post.

I'm writing a bit, thanks to firesign10. She helped shake some cobwebs loose, and maybe, just maybe, I'll post something before the end of the year. As long as I can convince myself it doesn't have to be epic, or the best work ever, or life-changing. And it doesn't have to mean anything to anyone but me--and also be entertaining for whoever clicks on it, of course. So, I'm doing little ficlets in a few of my fav 'verses. Let's see what happens! In the meantime, I tell myself:

TWD

That's it--I'm done. I can't watch it anymore. I'm going to just spoil myself and watch the show when the season's over. It's not that it's not well-written--it is, boy is it ever--but the tension and the horror and all of it is just too much for me! I just CAN'T! I have so little idea about what happened tonight because I was watching with my fingers in my ears and my eyes squinted nearly shut. I know it's supposed to be bad, but I don't think a TV show has ever tripped all my "I can't do darkfic" buttons like this. So, see ya, TWD. I'll catch up with you again when everybody has discussed every little thing to bits, so I know which parts to cover my eyes and yell, "LALALALA!!!" at.