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The writing process is a bitch.
I just wrote myself in 1,500 words of circles until I finally got to where I needed to be. Most of that will now have to be deleted, because where I've ended up is where I need to start.
Why is this fic eating my brain? Why can't I brain anything else but this fic? I'm not objecting to teenage boys making out and sucking on each others' nipples in the forefront of my brain all day, because when I'm moving furniture I need the distraction, but I'd like to be able to write something other than Disney twinks sometime this year.
I just wrote myself in 1,500 words of circles until I finally got to where I needed to be. Most of that will now have to be deleted, because where I've ended up is where I need to start.
Why is this fic eating my brain? Why can't I brain anything else but this fic? I'm not objecting to teenage boys making out and sucking on each others' nipples in the forefront of my brain all day, because when I'm moving furniture I need the distraction, but I'd like to be able to write something other than Disney twinks sometime this year.