Well, At Least I Wrote Something
I had some free time this afternoon, and the voices in my head (aka my muses) were bouncing off the walls so I decided to sit down and write. It has been some time since I posted a chapter of APoM or SoF, and APoM has half a chapter written, so I decided to work on that. When I opened up my WIP folder, I saw this file:
Stranger Things - Original Version.doc
You could practically hear the tires squealing the muses skidded to a halt so quickly. Then they began to jump up and down in excitement. Needless to say, chapters one through six of Stranger Things have now been adapted so as to not be "fanfiction," and nothing got written for APoM.
FeanorMuse: Yes, but none of us care about that story anymore. For once we are all in agreement.
Me: None of you?
FeanorMuse: Pffft. I am no longer in it. That tree-elf is no longer in it. Why should we care about some half breed with a spider bite.
Me: *sigh* You'll be back in it again. But not unless I write more chapters. And what about Spirit of Fire?
FeanorMuse: I no longer wish to talk about Indis and her hypocrisy. The last time I did, you called me a "spoiled brat."
Me: Well...
ThranduilMuse: (from a distance) ...if the tratorous, kinslaying, bratty shoe fits...
FeanorMuse: Could you just let me at him already?
Me: Productive. All of you.