I'm having my doubts
There might be very little productive fic writing going on for me for the next month or so. Still on the horizon are a few finished fics that castoffstarter has, but other than that I seem to start and stop about a fic a week.
I've got:
* 12 pages of Harvey Girls AU. I might have been overly ambitious with my scope, and when I get too wide with plot I usually just scatter myself.
* A measly 2 pages of William on Atlantis.
* 4 pages of my Spencer-gets-his-heart-broken fic, where Ryan convinces him to go to Maine with Brendon to see wild moose. I think.
* 7 pages of Brendon being jealous of Adam Brody and getting himself accidentally tangled up in Bill, Gabe and Joe shenanigans - otherwise known as the Spencer Smith Is A Stealth Dater fic.
Brendon doesn’t actually understand what he’s gotten himself into, not until Joe pulls him aside one night after he stumbles off Gabe’s bus, a little shaky and smelling like ass, spots flashing behind his eyes from all the strobe lights - Brendon thinks the Cobra bus is a little like what a gay 80s disco revival club might be like - and asks, “Dude, seriously, what are you doing?”
I'm sort of all over the place. I can't concentrate on one fic! It's making me sad :(
I've got:
* 12 pages of Harvey Girls AU. I might have been overly ambitious with my scope, and when I get too wide with plot I usually just scatter myself.
* A measly 2 pages of William on Atlantis.
* 4 pages of my Spencer-gets-his-heart-broken fic, where Ryan convinces him to go to Maine with Brendon to see wild moose. I think.
* 7 pages of Brendon being jealous of Adam Brody and getting himself accidentally tangled up in Bill, Gabe and Joe shenanigans - otherwise known as the Spencer Smith Is A Stealth Dater fic.
Brendon doesn’t actually understand what he’s gotten himself into, not until Joe pulls him aside one night after he stumbles off Gabe’s bus, a little shaky and smelling like ass, spots flashing behind his eyes from all the strobe lights - Brendon thinks the Cobra bus is a little like what a gay 80s disco revival club might be like - and asks, “Dude, seriously, what are you doing?”
I'm sort of all over the place. I can't concentrate on one fic! It's making me sad :(