Still having an awful time writing.
I'm trying to bang something out, but it's just . . . not singing. Writing is hard work, always has been, but normally, the story tells itself to me. This one isn't. It doesn't feel natural.
Though Giles and Wesley having a mutual squeegasm over the Doctor is rather cute.
Maybe I should just set it aside. I don't like working on more than one story at once--one of them will cannibalize the others, and there's nothing I can do about it--but I think I'm just stressing myself with this particular one. Maybe if I try something else for a while, the muses will come back.
Though Giles and Wesley having a mutual squeegasm over the Doctor is rather cute.
Maybe I should just set it aside. I don't like working on more than one story at once--one of them will cannibalize the others, and there's nothing I can do about it--but I think I'm just stressing myself with this particular one. Maybe if I try something else for a while, the muses will come back.