Dammit.
Fucking writer's block.
I hate this.
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Dammit.
Fucking writer's block.
I hate this.
DH has talked me down from the writer's block precipice. He happened to call right after I posted the above and made me describe the point where I've gotten stuck.
Me: I keep trying to describe what Anna is thinking and feeling, and it all sounds lame so I keep crossing it out!
DH: That's because you've created an unnatural pause. Get rid of that lull, and keep the action up--she doesn't have time to think or feel right now. She's just trying to survive.
Me: But that'll leave me with one action scene right after another, with no time for thinking and feeling until after the bit where they're going to kiss in the cave!
DH: So?
Me: But...I had plans.
DH: Are they working?
Me: Uh, no, not especially. Point taken.
Wise man, Susan.
Yeah, he's a keeper.
"I once caught a husband THIS BIG!!"
I thought I did and it was a shoe.
I got a rock.
"I went to Reno and all I got was this cool bass player..."
Catch and release.
I just end up admiring other women's, mostly.