So, okay. I'm writing this Jon/Brendon story (which I'm totally blaming on
this fic and also
airgiodslv for linking to
this picspam) and I have no idea what it even is. Seriously. There's little-to-no narrative mention of someone's innermost feelings. It's descriptive, which is kind of a first, there's no real narrative, and it's completely random. No, really. I'll go from talking about someone's hands to talking about a tree.
It's kind of fun, though. I mean, I'm enjoying myself. I'm just wondering how it's all going to turn out. *laughs*
ETA: Also, I'm pretty sure I suck at writing drunk scenes. Which is a problem, because this fic has a lot of them. *headdesk* Oh, life. Why so unfair?
~DF