It's Day Two of my extended weekend/mini vacation. \o/
I ran errands and whatnot yesterday, although it doesn't feel like I got much accomplished. I did find another cute summer top. I'm ready for summer even if the weather isn't. It's raining right now and a very cool 10°C (50°F). It's been utterly miserable, with only a day or two when the temperature dared to creep up to seasonal norms. It hailed on Saturday. Yes, hailed. You'd think Vancouver got shifted to northern British Columbia. (I'm too scared to look up what the weather's been like up there because I'll probably learn it's been in the +20°C.) Unfortunately, Vancouver being a coastal city, we are at the mercy of whatever evil weather system comes across the Pacific. Which is then locked in by our massively high Coastal Mountains and, well, here we are: rain, rain, and more rain. I swear, if one person bitches about the heat (if we get any), or if water restrictions are imposed, I will cut someone.
I'm hemming and hawing about opening up the doc for my story. I haven't touched it in days. I only started writing this story for two reasons: 1) I had an idea for what the wolf bite cure could be, and 2) after 'Daddy Issues' nearly killed me and I despaired for Tyler and Caroline ever getting beyond those events, I set out to get Tyler and Caroline beyond them. In the interim, others have come up with the same cure, as well as having Tyler and Caroline work through their problems (some so incredibly and amazingly well written that I feel so utterly inadequate). And now since the show has, to some extent, dealt with 'Daddy Issues' and 'Crying Wolf', I feel there's no point in my continuing. I knew my story would end up being AU (fanfiction always will be, no matter how good the fans are at guessing what comes next) but holy crap, am I ever wide of the mark. This also leads me to believe that I've written Tyler and Caroline a bit OOC, which is frustrating because I love those two characters so much and want to do them justice.
But I keep telling myself the bulk of it is written and I should finish it. Otherwise, I will have yet another story languishing, incomplete, on my hard drive. I believe I've written all the really tough parts, so it shouldn't be as tearing-out-my-hair inducing as the last couple of times I worked on it. I think that's also what kept me from working on it recently. Those couple of days (May 3rd and 4th) were mostly spent doubled over my laptop, moaning at the screen, praying the words would come, and that the scenes would work within the body of the story. It. Was. Agony.
*sigh* Well, here goes.
I'm hemming and hawing about opening up the doc for my story. I haven't touched it in days. I only started writing this story for two reasons: 1) I had an idea for what the wolf bite cure could be, and 2) after 'Daddy Issues' nearly killed me and I despaired for Tyler and Caroline ever getting beyond those events, I set out to get Tyler and Caroline beyond them. In the interim, others have come up with the same cure, as well as having Tyler and Caroline work through their problems (some so incredibly and amazingly well written that I feel so utterly inadequate). And now since the show has, to some extent, dealt with 'Daddy Issues' and 'Crying Wolf', I feel there's no point in my continuing. I knew my story would end up being AU (fanfiction always will be, no matter how good the fans are at guessing what comes next) but holy crap, am I ever wide of the mark. This also leads me to believe that I've written Tyler and Caroline a bit OOC, which is frustrating because I love those two characters so much and want to do them justice.
But I keep telling myself the bulk of it is written and I should finish it. Otherwise, I will have yet another story languishing, incomplete, on my hard drive. I believe I've written all the really tough parts, so it shouldn't be as tearing-out-my-hair inducing as the last couple of times I worked on it. I think that's also what kept me from working on it recently. Those couple of days (May 3rd and 4th) were mostly spent doubled over my laptop, moaning at the screen, praying the words would come, and that the scenes would work within the body of the story. It. Was. Agony.
*sigh* Well, here goes.