Behold! I Am An Idiot!
Yes, yes I am... I'm always getting caught, pulled in by ideas I can hardly write, great big sticky traps that suck me in and take over my brain, and every time I get an idea, something I really want to write, I get so depressed and upset. It's the same as when I finish a story. I get horribly depressed and for the next couple of days, I know I'm the worst, suckiest fanfic writer in the whole world. I even snivel and swear never to embarrass my self like that again...amd then I get over it, and sometimes when I reread the stuff I think it's pretty not too bad!
It's just as bad when I get an idea--I suffer through the "you stink on ice"'s and wander around the house sniveling and flagellating myself, (strictly figuratively, mind you. I'm very sensitive to owies.)
so all this is leading up to this idea I have which I've talked about here already. Should I? Should I not? It's already telling me it's big, and I haven't finished SS and *let* me tell you about that bitch!--I know how it's ending--I talked about that too, but will it let me end? No!
It's stuck on Whit and Sam, and purely pointless everyday stuff and when I try to pull it around to graduation, it balks like a mule.
Arrrrrr!!! I hate leaving stuff unfinished! I won't--as Bob is my witless, I won't--but in the mean time this...other thing whispers to me...come on it says, don't you want to write a story about lots of angry sex, and jealousy and angst and a dash of incest? Hmmm? Also, here's the truly scary parts, it wants to follow canon! I know it!! ME! can you believe it? Me either--can I do it? Hah! Not bloody likely! But I think I'm gonna try. What the hell, if it stinks, you'll tell me, we're all friends here right?
Remember...I have the cookies...
It's just as bad when I get an idea--I suffer through the "you stink on ice"'s and wander around the house sniveling and flagellating myself, (strictly figuratively, mind you. I'm very sensitive to owies.)
so all this is leading up to this idea I have which I've talked about here already. Should I? Should I not? It's already telling me it's big, and I haven't finished SS and *let* me tell you about that bitch!--I know how it's ending--I talked about that too, but will it let me end? No!
It's stuck on Whit and Sam, and purely pointless everyday stuff and when I try to pull it around to graduation, it balks like a mule.
Arrrrrr!!! I hate leaving stuff unfinished! I won't--as Bob is my witless, I won't--but in the mean time this...other thing whispers to me...come on it says, don't you want to write a story about lots of angry sex, and jealousy and angst and a dash of incest? Hmmm? Also, here's the truly scary parts, it wants to follow canon! I know it!! ME! can you believe it? Me either--can I do it? Hah! Not bloody likely! But I think I'm gonna try. What the hell, if it stinks, you'll tell me, we're all friends here right?
Remember...I have the cookies...
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