This is the part where I whine about writing. A lot.

[agilebrit]

I have an Idea for the Temporally Out of Order antho that refuses to gel into a coherent Plot. Four hundred words in, and those words are awesome, but I have no idea where to go with it.

I'm also staring at everything else on my hard drive, hoping to find inspiration somewhere, and going "Nope, that one's broken, nope, that one's broken too, nope

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[werewolf_hacker]

My "objects" are robot bunnies that, uh. Cure cancer. Or so my mad scientist protagonist hopes.

So much headdesking. I hate my brain.

((This is me, too lazy to log out of my RP account.))