seasonal woe

[pensnest]

Friendslist, you are not helping. Not Helping. There should be screensful (screenfuls?) of long, witty, entertaining posts - or failing that, screens full of *anything*, anything at all to distract me and make me not have to write my story. This is Not Kind.

Fortunately there are angsty, sexful McShep stories. There is 16x16 sudoku. There are the archives of Go Fug Yourself. There are menfolk to be plied with unnecessary snacks, which they will not eat because they are raiding. Hell, I even blow-dried my hair!

Just don't make me write my story! No! I know how it goes. I get this idea, and all these scenes, and then I write it down and it turns into something drivelly and nowhere near as wonderful as it was in my head and I have to keep reading it and fiddling and trying to make it work and it won't and dammit, I don't want to write it.

Faugh. Just shoot me now.

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[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

I get this idea, and all these scenes, and then I write it down and it turns into something drivelly and nowhere near as wonderful as it was in my head and I have to keep reading it and fiddling and trying to make it work and it won't and dammit, I don't want to write it.

That's amazing, how perfectly you've described my writing process. It's like you're in my head, or something.

[pensnest]

Not just me, then... *sighs* Wouldn't our stories *shine* if we could write down the way they are inside our heads, instead of having to use words!