Newsflash: Writing Actually Kills Brain Cells

[fivewhatfive]

Oh, motherpoo. I have that ridiculous writer's block bug where you start writing a little and then you freeze, then you start writing a little and then you freeze, and then someone has to stick a thermometer up a cat's anus (I don't know, I guess Jack Donaghy spoke through me

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[bartzina13]

And then you say 'cat anus' five more times because you can, and toy with the idea of using this to do your fic, and then you go to Write or Die and end up with a sign reading, 'I WROTE 200 WORDS IN 637 MINUTES!' and then you write it all in the last ten minutes. I feel for you bb. *hugs*

[fivewhatfive]

It's making me nervous. Last time, when I stopped living for a week, I at least knew what I wanted to write.

and,

OH MY GOD THIS DRABBLE THING. I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU. OH GOD. *DIES LAUGHING* IT SEEMS TO THINK I SHOULD WRITE ABOUT LEIGHTON ~GINGERLY~ TRIPPING AND BECOMING A MAN AFTER EATING A WET CAKE. GO, AMSTERDAM.

"I didn't leave you any cake," Blake said. "I got you a whip. It must have been that hilarious man who lives nearby. He acts a little seductively, ever since he squeezed a pen."

BRB DYING.

One more. I died

[fivewhatfive]

Leighton and Blake

Re: One more. I died

[bartzina13]

Don't know what to write, too many choices? Or don't know, no inspiration? AND OHMYLOLS, THAT THING IS SO RIDICULOUS, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU FEED IT THE PORNIEST WORDS YOU CAN COME UP WITH NO, REALLY.

Re: One more. I died

[fivewhatfive]

As in no inspiration. I came up with a few random scenes, but I don't know where to go. Though now I feel compelled to add a raccoon to my story, one way or another.