Gathering night's soil; Don't you know? We gotta find a voice
I've been wanting to use that premise; it sounds very Raph!Nightwatcher centric. Er, I'm just been on a TMNT kick these last few weeks. Enough that I want to write fic. And mature fic at that. Enough that I want to pretend I can write and be on par with all these amazing writers, but I keep balking.
But I also keep remembering that no one writes what I want to read and I wonder if others want to read what I want to read. :/ I've never really written slash. I want to write Raph/Don. They're...I kind of love them.
These days are growing longer as I become wearier; there's too much pent up frustrations, so many frustrations and...well. They're literally eating me inside out. Gotta learn to breathe again, take baby steps again, it's as if the world is unwinding, regressing, and somehow I'm in the middle of it slowly getting trampled. And I wish I knew how to stop it.
But I also keep remembering that no one writes what I want to read and I wonder if others want to read what I want to read. :/ I've never really written slash. I want to write Raph/Don. They're...I kind of love them.
These days are growing longer as I become wearier; there's too much pent up frustrations, so many frustrations and...well. They're literally eating me inside out. Gotta learn to breathe again, take baby steps again, it's as if the world is unwinding, regressing, and somehow I'm in the middle of it slowly getting trampled. And I wish I knew how to stop it.