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(Edit: I just realized that I am completely not in my right mind at the moment. I am being hit with pms to the point where I cry during tellevision shows that I've seen eight times before and consider death as a cure for writer's block. And I'm still sane and aware of how freaking stupid everything in my head is right now, and I have enough ration not to take most of it seriously, but I can't stop it either. BLARGH. I really dislike not being in control of what's going on in my brain.)
I think, mostly due to the complete lack of anything creative coming out of my head in ages, that my favorite part of my brain is decomposing.
I'm blaming college, actually, where I spend all my thinking time memorizing. Not good.
So now, methinks, I'm going to start on the tremendous Turnbull!fic I've had bopping around in my head for a while, which involves a bit of messing about in Due South chronology and a smidge of Bully as well. Possibly I will need to do research on knitting. Mm. Fanfiction.
I used to come up with story ideas all the time. Now I've got nothing new and I feel so stupid, like I'm killing a part of myself.
Or maybe writing is just something that I should give up on? It doesn't seem like there's room for it anywhere, not unless I change my plans and what I want to do, and it's probably not something I can consider a strength, just something I enjoy. But maybe that's something I'll have to sacrifice in the long run.
Or maybe I'm just really tired.
Whatever, I'll take a crack at it and see if I can get more than a page done.
Edit later: Ugh, I got half a page done and I hate it so much that I want to kill something. Blargh, Imma work on my other Turnbul!fic, see if that's any better.
I think, mostly due to the complete lack of anything creative coming out of my head in ages, that my favorite part of my brain is decomposing.
I'm blaming college, actually, where I spend all my thinking time memorizing. Not good.
So now, methinks, I'm going to start on the tremendous Turnbull!fic I've had bopping around in my head for a while, which involves a bit of messing about in Due South chronology and a smidge of Bully as well. Possibly I will need to do research on knitting. Mm. Fanfiction.
I used to come up with story ideas all the time. Now I've got nothing new and I feel so stupid, like I'm killing a part of myself.
Or maybe writing is just something that I should give up on? It doesn't seem like there's room for it anywhere, not unless I change my plans and what I want to do, and it's probably not something I can consider a strength, just something I enjoy. But maybe that's something I'll have to sacrifice in the long run.
Or maybe I'm just really tired.
Whatever, I'll take a crack at it and see if I can get more than a page done.
Edit later: Ugh, I got half a page done and I hate it so much that I want to kill something. Blargh, Imma work on my other Turnbul!fic, see if that's any better.