The good news, and...
Of the good: I'm writing again! *dances* Something other than teensy, fluffy ficlets or episode tags. I'm going for actual plot here, people. Scary thought. And while it's not that much, only five or six pages a day when I used to average between eight and twelve when a story was active, it's something. (I still remember the behemoth story that so sucked me in I wound up doing 24 pages in one day. But that was insane and brain-destroying and also my kids forgot who I was so no, can't do that anymore.)
Of the not so good: You know that fandom that I really, really wasn't writing in again? Really?
Yeah. That one.
*sigh*
Even more worrisome, it's the WIP Of Doom. The one that's been stalled for the last three years. The one that drove me to find another fandom rather than face it again. I blame clayangel, actually. She was so nice and encouraging, and because I respect her writing so much I had to believe her when she said the story didn't suck. But still, every time I sit down to work on this thing, I think I have no idea what the hell I'm doing and wow, scary.
Sadly, this is what I do for fun. Other people have hobbies that don't involve them reciting bits of possible dialogue out loud in the grocery store and causing people to stare as if they are insane. They don't spend hours at the computer, only to look at what they've just written, bang their heads on the desk, and delete it all. I imagine these people have actual lives.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Of the not so good: You know that fandom that I really, really wasn't writing in again? Really?
Yeah. That one.
*sigh*
Even more worrisome, it's the WIP Of Doom. The one that's been stalled for the last three years. The one that drove me to find another fandom rather than face it again. I blame clayangel, actually. She was so nice and encouraging, and because I respect her writing so much I had to believe her when she said the story didn't suck. But still, every time I sit down to work on this thing, I think I have no idea what the hell I'm doing and wow, scary.
Sadly, this is what I do for fun. Other people have hobbies that don't involve them reciting bits of possible dialogue out loud in the grocery store and causing people to stare as if they are insane. They don't spend hours at the computer, only to look at what they've just written, bang their heads on the desk, and delete it all. I imagine these people have actual lives.
I wouldn't change a thing.