Apparently, my muses sold their fickle souls to the dark side. No, seriously. They're evil.
Here I am, wanting nothing more than find some time to finish at least one or two of my never-ending WIPs, and what happens? Do I get the necessary inspiration? No, I don't. Instead, the frigging stories start spawning wildly eclectic plotbunnies, so that I can have even more unfinished WIPs for the next two hundred or so years.
You remember
my new Criminal Minds story, the one that I've only posted to my Insane Journal for a test run? I intended to finish that one in, oh, six to eight chapters. I got so far as Chapter 4, with extensive fragments already written for later chapters.
Then the plotbunny went into hibernation. But not before spawning another Criminal Minds crossover bunny. This time with Startgate: Atlantis. Set after the first season of SGA, contemplating the "what if" possibility of Dr. Spencer Reid getting hired for the Atlantis expedition. As he's canonically graduated from CalTech - the very same place where I had Kavanagh study, and later work, in all my Atlantis stories. From that realization on, there was no more way back. I've already worked the whole frigging story out in my head, up to "Critical Mass", in which Reid would put his years as an FBI profiler to good use to clear Kavanagh from suspicion.
Yeah, I'm clearly insane. I know.
And if that wasn't enough, my current reading of Marcus/Neroon fanfic has finally nudged the long-hibernating plotbunny for the
Still Not in Kansas sequel. After four and a half frigging years!
How am I going to ever finish anything at this rate?