So, I've gone back to (what may very well be) my first fandom, also home to my very first fanfic. (No, Sara, I am not telling you where it is, and those of you who know, plz to not be telling her--she's
telepwen, and she's doubtlessly watching this to find out.)
That would be Star Wars: X-Wing, for those of you who have known me for less than seven years. I am officially a dork.
The Muses Have Been Most Pleased.
Last weekend, sudden inspiration hit, and between Saturday night and Sunday night (24 hours--count 'em), I either started or planned out ON (virtual) PAPER three fics. Three LONG fics. One of which is now TWO fics.
Which makes FOUR fics: a mindfuck, a pulpish-noir thing (the one which is two fics), and one that actually complies with canon, mostly.
The Muses are demanding that I write them, as opposed to taking part in any other activities which might be construed as normal, including sleeping, drinking, eating, socialising, attending class, etc.
And then tonight, without my consent no less, they went and signed me up for
au100, and almost written the first ficlet.
Which leads me to a point I should make, and would you all please remind me of this in the future when I'm about to do something stupid:
DON'T PISS OFF THE MUSES.
If you do, karma'll bite you in the ass, it would seem, unless they get to you first. Personally, I'd prefer karma.