I laugh at my failure
You know what's really hilarious? That fact that I am failing miserably at my NaNo. 2735 words. YOU GOTTA LOL. Basically I got to certain point and I know where I have to go from here, I'm just not sure how to get there without getting redundant. I don't hate what I've got so far though, and this story will be finished one day. I just look at the page and want to skip over the plot and get to the threesomes. I suck.
I am writing right now, though. It's just not my NaNo. I keep opening it and then thinking something random like "I want to write a J2 AU where Jared is a pornstar and Jensen is an english teacher." I DON'T KNOW WHY. And that probably already exists, actually. Anyway, I'm going to go back to writing slightly horrific Meg/Bela-femmeslash-in-hell because girlparts are pretty and gore is fun to describe. Max, Logan and Alec can suck it until they decide they want to do something other than angst.
I am writing right now, though. It's just not my NaNo. I keep opening it and then thinking something random like "I want to write a J2 AU where Jared is a pornstar and Jensen is an english teacher." I DON'T KNOW WHY. And that probably already exists, actually. Anyway, I'm going to go back to writing slightly horrific Meg/Bela-femmeslash-in-hell because girlparts are pretty and gore is fun to describe. Max, Logan and Alec can suck it until they decide they want to do something other than angst.