Writing rant
I realized this moring that in my excitement and haste to finish something - ANYTHING - that while I have turned a 2000 word failed experiment of a oneshot into a 7500 word story it has little to no real substance to it. I have eighteen pages I'm afraid to read, assuming I'll hate everything I've written this week and want to start from scratch. Again. This is the story that started in '07 as a 50 States Challenge and then died, then was ressurected for a few weeks last year before once again succombing to my writer's block and lack of any reason to actually write it, and found itself on the front burner once more as part of my goal to wrap up the three shorter stories I had started before I settle in for the long one. I feel like I'm forcing it, and it's not making me happy. The hunt-of-the-week part of the story is still the same, but it's place in the SPN timeline, and therefore all of the dynamic, has changed about three times. I think I'm heading in the right direction now, having realized that I've spent all week basically tacking on meaningless crap, and am still aiming to "finish" the damn thing by next Thursday. And if I'm really lucky, maybe one of the other two stories, as well.
Back to it.
Back to it.