What started off as a totally pompous and self-absorbed, "let's see if I can write this better," has grown into a 3k word story with its own life ( Read more... )

I feel good.

Got lost adding eight hundred words to a story in progress.  Got lost in it!  I haven't really done that in a while.  Everything just faded away.  Even my music just fell into the background.  I could 'hear' the character's voices in my head, knew just how they'd talk, the words they'd used ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm losing my words.  Sometimes even my memory ( Read more... )

I has new fic up.

*crickets*

here

When I used to write (I mean 'writing' as in posting at least a few stories a month) I was living with just my three children.  Yes, there was noise.  Yes, there was commotion.  Yes, there were interruptions.  (And, yes, possibly I complained then too.)  But, it seems, from what I remember, writing came easier than it does now.  And the thing I ( Read more... )

I haven't written in here in a long time.  Most of my posts have been private, just for me.  So I could vent.  I haven't had much to say publicly.  Haven't felt much like talking, period ( Read more... )

I pushed myself up from the kitchen table, away from the still-warm brownie batter and the Stephen King novel I was mostly involved in to get my laptop from the living room so I could sit down (actually sit) and write something.  It wasn't going to be a story, short or long.  It was going to be an entry.  But that short minute it took to do all ( Read more... )

Sun comes up, I wake up.  I wake up especially when my cat yowls at my bedroom window to be let in.  And I wake up when my body decides it needs to urinate.  The thing is, when I do wake up, I can't get back to sleep.  And I can't seem to fall asleep as easily as I used to.  I used to be able to just close my eyes, and sleep would soon follow.  ( Read more... )

I'm writing a story for spn_boc.  Just a small thing, just under 1000 words.  R-rated, I think.  It has sex in it.  Well, sex-like activities.  The whole thing is flowing through me like a river with tiny stones in it.  Meaning: I pause here and there, take a gander at where it's going, ask a few image-questions, get an image back, and write some more.  ( Read more... )

Tried to write tonight.  Got all of maybe 50 words written (of a new fic) and the phone rang.  My father.  I hardly hear from him so of course most things get put aside in times like that.   But, jeez, c'mon, I mean, I try to write.  I do.  And it seems like it's always something.  Something.  SOMETHING.  And people wonder why I don't write anymore ( Read more... )