Where you come from, idea?
So... today I was thinking that I wanted to write something HAPPY! Because it's FRIDAY! And I've been working super hard on this kinda angsty fic about Sam in a wheelchair and this completely debouched addendum to The Re-Education of Sam Flynn and... I needed some HAPPY! And I'd been thinking about writing The Continued Adventures of Food Guy as a sequel to this crazy thing.
But then my muse said, "Nope." And handed me some sad song lyrics and an idea on a silver platter and said, "Here. Have. Is gift, ur welcome."
And next thing you know I'm writing a super angsty story about Sam being dead.
So... yeah. That's not funny at all.
There is exactly one line of The Continued Adventures of Food Guy written. Here, have it:
Food guy is back. I think. He looks and acts just like Food Guy, anyway... but he... smells funny. And if a pup can't trust his nose, then he can't trust nothin'.
Yeah. It could've gone places. INSTEAD... I'm writing something called The Sharp Knife, which has absolutely no funny or happy or sex, only lots of angst and a crying Alan and memories of a boy he used to love that he'll never see again. *pouts*
Tomorrow I'll try to tie out the aforementioned debouched fic, because I suspect this particular new story will be a quick spill of my thoughts on paper just to get it out.
But then my muse said, "Nope." And handed me some sad song lyrics and an idea on a silver platter and said, "Here. Have. Is gift, ur welcome."
And next thing you know I'm writing a super angsty story about Sam being dead.
So... yeah. That's not funny at all.
There is exactly one line of The Continued Adventures of Food Guy written. Here, have it:
Food guy is back. I think. He looks and acts just like Food Guy, anyway... but he... smells funny. And if a pup can't trust his nose, then he can't trust nothin'.
Yeah. It could've gone places. INSTEAD... I'm writing something called The Sharp Knife, which has absolutely no funny or happy or sex, only lots of angst and a crying Alan and memories of a boy he used to love that he'll never see again. *pouts*
Tomorrow I'll try to tie out the aforementioned debouched fic, because I suspect this particular new story will be a quick spill of my thoughts on paper just to get it out.