Oh dear...
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
I am, once again, struggling to write what is, at best, mediocre PWP fanfiction. What was supposed to be a short, humorous companion piece to 'Lagniappe' from Spock's POV has grown to more than double it's intended length and has sprouted angsty little arms and legs.
I seem completely unable to be make any point succinctly and my sense of humour has all but deserted me. I feel the LOL-ing Kirk and Spock in my icon are mocking me as I write this...
I am thoroughly frustrated and taking a break to make paella for dinner.
That is all.
I am, once again, struggling to write what is, at best, mediocre PWP fanfiction. What was supposed to be a short, humorous companion piece to 'Lagniappe' from Spock's POV has grown to more than double it's intended length and has sprouted angsty little arms and legs.
I seem completely unable to be make any point succinctly and my sense of humour has all but deserted me. I feel the LOL-ing Kirk and Spock in my icon are mocking me as I write this...
I am thoroughly frustrated and taking a break to make paella for dinner.
That is all.