pleasestop...pleasepleaseplease

[blythechild]

Something horrible is growing in my writer brain. I sat down yesterday and wrote 7500+ words of it. It's DUBIOUS and OFF-COLOUR and INAPPROPRIATE in the extreme. I'm not very proud of myself and yet I can't stop writing it. Is this some sort of mental disease? Maybe a terribly inverted form of Tourette's?

This comes on the heels of spending the weekend writing two new story ideas (thanks, dionne_2k, for the prompts) instead of, well, doing whatever it was that I had planned for those three days.

I think that I'm in full-scale avoidance of my life at the moment...