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So remember how I was like, hahahaha FBI!Chris/SerialKiller!Zach?
... Yeah. That was clearly the wrong thing to say. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
It's booted everything else off my plate, which is ANNOYING, because it's SO not the fic I'm supposed to be working on. And I'm not even talking about the America's Sweethearts AU, because that wasn't the fic I was supposed to be writing either. I ought to be working on "just tell 'em we're survivors," which is, like, canon, and also kinda maybe perhaps my 'ship manifesto in a way. It kinda deals with all the stuff that I find fascinating about Pinto and RPS, the relationship between an actor and public, media conception, and DEEP THOUGHTS. A lot of people are writing really good stuff dealing with that, and I just don't want to be passé by the time I get it done, dammit.
But anyway. So yeah. I'm essentially writing Yet Another Federal Agent AU. THIS IS A DOOMED ENTERPRISE. I've only been trying to write one for, oh, TEN YEARS. Epic fail doesn't begin to cover it. >.< I'm also annoyed at the actual writing of it. The nitty gritty words, sentence construction shit. I HATE IT. Because it tends to be, "it feels off," in a weird and generalized sort of way that doesn't lend itself to constructive editing but hair-tearing.
It vexes me, too, because the last two Pinto fics were easy to write. In the sense that I didn't pound my head against the wall and agonize over every. single. word. I felt like I'd broken a curse or something, but no. The angst has returned. Granted, I think it's because I'm trying to write a concept that has years of baggage, but still. Meh.
I'm actually sitting on a PWP that's been done for, uh, a month now? I think? It needs a scene expansion, but my brain has gone, "nope, sorry, it's done." Which is AGGRAVATING. Why is my brain so stupid?
Though I suppose nothing beats having sat on my Mag7 fic for a year. It's been pretty much exactly a year. :/// I want to post it, but god, I just can't let go of it. It's way too much my baby.
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... Yeah. That was clearly the wrong thing to say. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
It's booted everything else off my plate, which is ANNOYING, because it's SO not the fic I'm supposed to be working on. And I'm not even talking about the America's Sweethearts AU, because that wasn't the fic I was supposed to be writing either. I ought to be working on "just tell 'em we're survivors," which is, like, canon, and also kinda maybe perhaps my 'ship manifesto in a way. It kinda deals with all the stuff that I find fascinating about Pinto and RPS, the relationship between an actor and public, media conception, and DEEP THOUGHTS. A lot of people are writing really good stuff dealing with that, and I just don't want to be passé by the time I get it done, dammit.
But anyway. So yeah. I'm essentially writing Yet Another Federal Agent AU. THIS IS A DOOMED ENTERPRISE. I've only been trying to write one for, oh, TEN YEARS. Epic fail doesn't begin to cover it. >.< I'm also annoyed at the actual writing of it. The nitty gritty words, sentence construction shit. I HATE IT. Because it tends to be, "it feels off," in a weird and generalized sort of way that doesn't lend itself to constructive editing but hair-tearing.
It vexes me, too, because the last two Pinto fics were easy to write. In the sense that I didn't pound my head against the wall and agonize over every. single. word. I felt like I'd broken a curse or something, but no. The angst has returned. Granted, I think it's because I'm trying to write a concept that has years of baggage, but still. Meh.
I'm actually sitting on a PWP that's been done for, uh, a month now? I think? It needs a scene expansion, but my brain has gone, "nope, sorry, it's done." Which is AGGRAVATING. Why is my brain so stupid?
Though I suppose nothing beats having sat on my Mag7 fic for a year. It's been pretty much exactly a year. :/// I want to post it, but god, I just can't let go of it. It's way too much my baby.
This post is brought to you by the power of FAIL.