so crack fic...
I appear to be writing again. More fluffy crack fic but still writing. The story I'm on now has reached 802 words and should finish in a another few hundred. Plot bunnies are evil but it's writing so who am I to argue with them? *pets plotbunnies* Hopefully this means I am climbing out of my little wallow of depression that I have been in for the last couple of months. It's been worse and it wasn't medication worthy, this time anyway, I know what I'm like and that means that sometimes I need to be alone in my head an hide for a while till I feel human again. I love autumn but I miss my folks, I miss the states and my friends and things just have a tendency to spiral down for a bit.
But hey I rediscovered Tin Man, fell in love with it and Neal McDonough's icy eyes. I've read some pretty darn fantastic Tin Man fic that has kept me entertained and functioning and inspired me to write some silliness of my own. So there is some hope for me yet. I may post something tomorrow and consider crossposting the previous fic to tinman_fic if I'm brave enough. 30 something years old and still a gorram coward about my writing skills or lack there of. Anyway this is just another rant and I need to crawl under my duvet with my iphone to read till I'm tired enough to sleep. Insomnia is fun kids. Not really.
*ponders plotbunnies*
But hey I rediscovered Tin Man, fell in love with it and Neal McDonough's icy eyes. I've read some pretty darn fantastic Tin Man fic that has kept me entertained and functioning and inspired me to write some silliness of my own. So there is some hope for me yet. I may post something tomorrow and consider crossposting the previous fic to tinman_fic if I'm brave enough. 30 something years old and still a gorram coward about my writing skills or lack there of. Anyway this is just another rant and I need to crawl under my duvet with my iphone to read till I'm tired enough to sleep. Insomnia is fun kids. Not really.
*ponders plotbunnies*