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some_stars) wrote2011-02-16 10:40 am
some_stars) wrote2011-02-16 10:40 am
so uninteresting to anyone
Writing is such a mess right now. It's been like a million years since I wrote fic for something that was currently in progress--I mean, besides tiny bits of porn--and while I am in theory 100% dedicated to the abolition of "jossing" as a concept, it really throws me off. Although a lot of that is my knowledge that nobody will want to read something that goes completely AU as of four months ago. (Except the stories that are just porn, everyone will always want to read those, but they're not the ones I really want to work on.) And also, going this long without working on my WIPs makes me start examining them and questioning whether their basic premises even work at all, all subsequent canon aside. UGH, THIS HOBBY. What I really want to be doing is vidding, but that's such a huge time investment, writing fic should in theory only eat up a few hours.
I'm pretty sure if I can get another 5,000 words into the pregnancy scare fic(for a total of over 10,000, or a bit less than half the whole thing), I'll be so far in that my ego will overtake my anxiety in forcing me to finish it so I can post all that work; this is what happened with the story before last, which I would never have finished except that like hell was I going to let nine thousand words sit forever on my hard drive where no one could tell me how brilliant they were. Then hopefully I'll have some momentum to get further into either the pride parade story or the "Am I Blue" rip-off(writing about Gay Shit: basically all I do anymore ever), or at least some of the porn. And then I can repeat the "get halfway, uncontrollable desire to show off takes over and refuses to give up without finishing" process.
I'm pretty sure if I can get another 5,000 words into the pregnancy scare fic(for a total of over 10,000, or a bit less than half the whole thing), I'll be so far in that my ego will overtake my anxiety in forcing me to finish it so I can post all that work; this is what happened with the story before last, which I would never have finished except that like hell was I going to let nine thousand words sit forever on my hard drive where no one could tell me how brilliant they were. Then hopefully I'll have some momentum to get further into either the pride parade story or the "Am I Blue" rip-off(writing about Gay Shit: basically all I do anymore ever), or at least some of the porn. And then I can repeat the "get halfway, uncontrollable desire to show off takes over and refuses to give up without finishing" process.