Why am I so far from love?
CoL fic due tomorrow.
Horror.
Why did I volunteer to do this?
I can't write anymore! It's been too long, and I've forgotten how! My brain spirit, it is broken! WAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
It's painful. I'm having to forcibly pull the words from my mind, and I'm afraid it shows.
And the smut! Dear heavens, how did I ever write smut before? I went back and looked at Sun and Shadow, Loco Lacrimae, and Maid Service, and it's like they were written by a different person, someone far more talented than the hack currently sitting here and pecking at the keys. (Of course, Maid Service had a bit of a multiple personalities thing going on anyway.)
And I want to get this damn thing finished so I can post it shortly after midnight and be done with it. I keep thinking about my school journal due Sunday and my take-home midterm that I haven't even started due Monday and having little anxiety attacks wondering how it will all get done (to a passing degree) in time--not that they're going to prevent me from being a bum at some point tomorrow, but right now I shall worry and whine, whine and worry.
On the bright side, the pledge is currently at 3,084 words and I'm not done yet. (It's the actual smutting that is slaying me.) It seems quite likely that this year's completed fic output will not be nearly as pathetic as last year's meager 3,864.
*frumpage*
Horror.
Why did I volunteer to do this?
I can't write anymore! It's been too long, and I've forgotten how! My brain spirit, it is broken! WAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
It's painful. I'm having to forcibly pull the words from my mind, and I'm afraid it shows.
And the smut! Dear heavens, how did I ever write smut before? I went back and looked at Sun and Shadow, Loco Lacrimae, and Maid Service, and it's like they were written by a different person, someone far more talented than the hack currently sitting here and pecking at the keys. (Of course, Maid Service had a bit of a multiple personalities thing going on anyway.)
And I want to get this damn thing finished so I can post it shortly after midnight and be done with it. I keep thinking about my school journal due Sunday and my take-home midterm that I haven't even started due Monday and having little anxiety attacks wondering how it will all get done (to a passing degree) in time--not that they're going to prevent me from being a bum at some point tomorrow, but right now I shall worry and whine, whine and worry.
On the bright side, the pledge is currently at 3,084 words and I'm not done yet. (It's the actual smutting that is slaying me.) It seems quite likely that this year's completed fic output will not be nearly as pathetic as last year's meager 3,864.
*frumpage*