I am tired. Because it is ten past seven in the morning and I had to finish the story I was working on. 'Had to' meaning I wanted to finish it.
Said story's been written for a prompt by
amberite and has the Doctor having sex with the Master without knowing it, because the Master has once again stolen someone's body.
And writing it was hell.
Because I tried not to make it too OOC, but I don't see the Doctor as someone who'd have sex with some guy he'd just met in a bar. (An often used cliche.) Or having sex at all. So that was really hard to handle and I don't think I managed very well. In fact, the story is crap, seriously. Almost every time I finish a fanfic I think it's rubbish, but this time I really don't like what I wrote. It's pretty much not worth reading.
But I made myself an Eight icon because of it.
Road to Nowhere (Rated R)
Speaking of writing, I'm writing a novel right now. I don't think it'll ever be published, but I kind of like it so far. I wanted to write one page per day and even managed to do so for months. And then - nothing. In the past few weeks I've written half a page. Why? I have no idea. I know where I'm going with the story, just not how to get there, but the problem's been there before. It can be overcome by just writing on, and I have no idea why I'm not doing it.
Maybe I'm just lazy. But in my lazyness I managed to write 10 pages of fanfic on a single day, which is fairly depressing, come to think of it...