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[covenmouse]

I spent most of my lunch break staring at a not-so-blank page and wondering why I couldn't seem to write anything else on a story that obviously needs to be continued.  Strangely, as I usually hate my writing shortly after "finishing" it, the bits and pieces I have of Yield For Nothing are something I'm still proud of, almost a  year after their creation.  The first chapter needed some mild editing, but I worked it out... and unfortunately cannot seem to write anymore of it.  I like it, I want to work on it--I have this horrid desire to surrender a few nights to it when I should be working on something vastly more important--but try as I might, that next scene just will not appear.

gruh. Ripping hair out now.

Originally posted at The Mouse Hole.