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I feel like I have spent the last week holed up under a rock. The heat seems to kill my motivation to do anything - even sit at the computer. It was 100 degrees Thursday, and I haven't been able to shake my migraine since.
One of these days I am actually going to finish one of the six stories that I am currently working on. I just seem to keep writing myself into a corner, which would be fine if I wanted to write stories that only make sense if the reader is on crack. I'm just going to blame the heat.
Oddly enough, I have been reading some Buffy fic again, which is something I haven't looked at in at least five years. At least I haven't been writing any, since that was always just an invitation for pain and angst. Maybe I should just give in to the pain and angst bug anyway.
One of these days I am actually going to finish one of the six stories that I am currently working on. I just seem to keep writing myself into a corner, which would be fine if I wanted to write stories that only make sense if the reader is on crack. I'm just going to blame the heat.
Oddly enough, I have been reading some Buffy fic again, which is something I haven't looked at in at least five years. At least I haven't been writing any, since that was always just an invitation for pain and angst. Maybe I should just give in to the pain and angst bug anyway.