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[roxy]

I'm so frustrated, so stuck! I have no useful thoughts! My brain is smooth as a cue ball. I hate it when nothing comes. I know what's *here*--and what's over *there*, but how to get there I'm not sure. I have three different Clarks sitting in the waiting room of my mind, all idling there. Sneering at me. Well, one of them is looking very sympathetic, the other two are being evol. Also, all my pervyness is worn out, gone, gone like the wind! I'm appalled at my lack of balls so to speak. I'm turning into a shmoopy writer of shmoop. Where have I gone wrong--where are my guts? (rhetorical of course, I do have some vague idea where my guts are--but you know--nothing is exactly where you think it's going to be, isn't that weird, it's like--ooh, I digress!) I re-read some old stuff thinking well, let's rekindle that carefree cheerful kind of kinky illness you once had. Alas. I suck. Help me my beloveds! you're my only hope!
(okay, i know i whine about lack of pervyness often, but this time i mean it! maybe age is leaching away my nasty! *wibble*)

Comments

Maybe...

[squeakypiggy.livejournal.com]

Maybe you're the one who needs a story night *nods* Like where we all gather 'round roxy as she sits on her story throne and each of us asks for a story, but we supply you with the general outline.

Happy-Minion-1: "Roxymissrose? Will you tell me a story? You know the one where Lex goes through a website for a mail-order Dom thinking he was getting to be the Dom but got a Clark instead? Pleeeeeease? *makes the wibble-eyes*

Happy-Minions: "Pleeeeeeease?"

Re: Maybe...

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*sigh, climbs in your lap* somebunny tell me a story please. Tell me the one where the tired old lady gets all her wips finished in her various fandoms and lives happily ever after.