I just read Your Hand In Mine over at House BigBang. It has rendered me..... me....... uh...... damn.

I'm not really a House/Cuddy shipper, but well, it works. I read it today. And it was overcast all day. And sort of dreary and cool. And I didn't play any music or let myself read it while anything else was going on. And now I can't bring myself ( Read more... )

I swear the House comm has a collective mentality. We are the Borg... in some way. Two days ago, I started a little fic (based off a single word in a science program I happened to be watching). I wrote about 2 pages before I had to temporarily halt the creative process and head to work. Today, I read a brand new part to an ongoing fic (one of my ( Read more... )

My muse. It's dead. Dead Dying. I still have the Upstairs fic going, but the rest? I write a sentence and fizzle fizzle fizzle fizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Silence. Or maybe it's just today. I've been tired lately. And Busy. But tomorrow is my Sunday and I have plans to (pack, clean car, gym, throw out stuff, read, organize, sleep in) write. I'm ( Read more... )

 I should not be overwhelmed. Could be a passing phase- but geesh. I've got I don't know how many writing projects going right now and all of them are stagnant because I can't concentrate. Ritalin anyone? Or I'm going to buckle down on Lead Me Upstairs, finish it up, then move on from there. Game ( Read more... )

I aspire to write and post one fic per week until I find a job that otherwise occupies my time. Think it can be done? God, do you really want to see the crap that sometimes gets into my word doc?  

this new fic i've written is going a bit too well. i feel like the bottom is going to drop out at about chapter 5 or 6 when people either get sick of me or get disappointed. you know that old slacker motto? set the bar low and no one will expect anything of you? And then you can wow them in the end? I feel like i might've done the opposite. I don't ( Read more... )

Herrrreeeee betas... here here! Come on guys...  What do you mean you have real lives? No no no... that is not allowed. Not allowed at all!  At least not until I have a real life (and a real job). Otherwise, I'm spending my days writing.  And the writing is piling up on my hard drive.

Someone write me some fic! Please! I'm all out and my own muse is napping. Actually... it's not the muse that's napping because I have some ideas, it's the creative writing ability... the terminology, flow of words, descriptions that just aren't coming. My character insight abilities (what little there are) are also MIA. We need a buildup of troops ( Read more... )

a commercial for that howard hughes leo dicaprio movie (what the heck was it called?) and a prompt for a housefic (maybe): "No one sees him like this."  Hmmmm...  Could be anything, really. I wonder if it's been done to death though- like I feel about most housefic. Doesn't stop my reading and writing habit though. Addiction. Dammit .  I so ( Read more... )

I don't know why this didn't occur to me earlier in this fic I'm writing, but it seems to me (now) that House and Stacy probably were somewhat in the "outs" on their relationship before the whole infarction bit... like the infarction was one of the last straws instead of the beginning of the end. I think maybe it's because of a song I was listening ( Read more... )