I was saying in e-mail to
duckduck earlier that I wanted to write more poison ivy fic, because I am exactly that lame (like you didn't already know), and she encouraged me to go for it. So I started it, because I am reallyreallyREALLY hyper right now, which is sometimes good for writing. Then I got 127 words in and decided I didn't feel like writing that fic after all.
So I opened the next part of the Foundations series, just to poke at it and see what would happen, and it dawned on me that maybe the problem is that it doesn't want to be smutty after all, and I am just trying to force it because I think that's what people want to read. Which is probably at least partly true, but people don't want to read bad smut, so there's no point in forcing it, you know? Which means I have to reevaluate that fic entirely.
My request ficlets are languishing unfinished because whenever I open the file, I am reminded that I have to scrap the Kerr/Fehr fic I have already written half of and start over, and that's just depressing. And I still haven't made any real progress on my novel.
And yet, despite all the writing projects I am not working on, what I really, really want is that Garcia/ice cream fic. I just wish someone else would, you know, write it, because it needs to be written by someone who is not self-conscious about foolishness, and I am so not that person, I'm afraid.
Is it sad that I am really excited that it's CSI night, even though I have been bored to tears halfway through the last four episodes? I'm pretty sure that's totally sad. And yet, I know I'm going to see the Sex!Vest, and
Nick and Greg on screen together in the sunlight, so I'm excited. Yeah, that's definitely sad.
Aaaaand I might have just humiliated myself in a very 'what are you, in high school?' way at work. Excellent!