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Well, today decided to start off on a positive note, with a vicious stab from my subconscious. I had a dream that I was a serial killer! An extremely Val McDermid serial killer who told my victims in graphic detail what I was going to do to them, and all the while my writing-brain was making it all colourful and detailed and GHASTLY and the rest of my brain was freaking. the fuck. out.
(Note about me: I can't stand representations of graphic violence, or any sort of torture. I used to be able to. And then that one episode of S1 Spooks gave me fucking PTSD or something, because ever since watching it I really really REALLY can't deal with watching or reading about the malicious infliction of pain.)
FANTASTIC, thanks, subconscious.
Still on the topic of weird things my brain has done without my consent: apparently the best way to work sneakily around writer's block is for your brain to start narrating the events of the story from an entirely different character's point of view, told as rambling flashbacks that occur throughout a sex scene.
I --
I don't even know.
(I tried not to write it down. I tried very hard. It's not a story, it's RIDICULOUSNESS IN PARAGRAPH FORM. Though the fact that I don't intend to SHOW it to anyone means that wow, apparently I can write some seriously filthy stuff, who knew.)
I think all this studying is doing something worrying to my poor little grey cells.
Off to do some more of it, then :D
(Note about me: I can't stand representations of graphic violence, or any sort of torture. I used to be able to. And then that one episode of S1 Spooks gave me fucking PTSD or something, because ever since watching it I really really REALLY can't deal with watching or reading about the malicious infliction of pain.)
FANTASTIC, thanks, subconscious.
Still on the topic of weird things my brain has done without my consent: apparently the best way to work sneakily around writer's block is for your brain to start narrating the events of the story from an entirely different character's point of view, told as rambling flashbacks that occur throughout a sex scene.
I --
I don't even know.
(I tried not to write it down. I tried very hard. It's not a story, it's RIDICULOUSNESS IN PARAGRAPH FORM. Though the fact that I don't intend to SHOW it to anyone means that wow, apparently I can write some seriously filthy stuff, who knew.)
I think all this studying is doing something worrying to my poor little grey cells.
Off to do some more of it, then :D