I think the pandemic is finally getting to me
Because I started writing Wincest in the shower this morning.
I’ve never really been into it. At first I avoided it, and then I’d read it if the rest of the story was really good. And that’s where I am now. I don’t seek it out, but I don’t walk away from a good fic just because of Wincest.
And now this plot bunny has burrowed into my brain and it won’t leave. So I guess I write Wincest now.
Don’t worry, it’s not explicit. It’s not about the sex. Because I’m writing it, so obviously it’s about the postcoital angst.
(Why does my phone autocorrect for Wincest and Winchestery but not postcoital?)
(Like I don’t know why...)
I’ve never really been into it. At first I avoided it, and then I’d read it if the rest of the story was really good. And that’s where I am now. I don’t seek it out, but I don’t walk away from a good fic just because of Wincest.
And now this plot bunny has burrowed into my brain and it won’t leave. So I guess I write Wincest now.
Don’t worry, it’s not explicit. It’s not about the sex. Because I’m writing it, so obviously it’s about the postcoital angst.
(Why does my phone autocorrect for Wincest and Winchestery but not postcoital?)
(Like I don’t know why...)