My brain is in that weird space where I am both totally exhausted but completely awake; this isn't something that happens to me often. I have been awake since ten o'clock on Wednesday morning. I work what will probably be a full shift tonight so I'm not worried about sleeping all day.
I wrote my first fic in over a year. It's still in it's first draft, I haven't even read over it again to fix the many typos in it. I don't know about posting it. Usually after I do a quick typo and small edit run I print it out, put it a shoebox under my bed and leave it for my brain to partly forget about for a few weeks until I can come back to it with a fresh view. (This is something I read in Steven King's book on writing and find it does a hell of a lot for my stories.)
I haven't written anything 'real' in over a year. I've written plotlines for fics and original stories, and started pages of original stories that didn't go anywhere. I've just been too busy, tired and uninspired to sit and write something I can put my heart into. Wrote daily
, yes. Wrote with my heart into it, not, not really. The closest thing to an accomplishment is that I finished the long plot synopses to a long story I'm still researching the history and mood for. The plot outline alone is something like fifteen pages, but I have no idea what it will look like when I finally finish it. Might be novel length, might be kind of short. It's weird, I remember writing the first paragraph of it that came to mind in August 2008, and then I had no idea what it was about, just a basic idea.
The fic I just finished was from an idea I got a very long time ago and started then, but left on the first page because I was unsure if I wanted to go there. It's just one of those stories you can write, but not sure if it's okay, y'know? Probably not. You're probably braver and smarter than I.
Over a year since I last posted. ( What else? Oh yeah.Collapse )
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