What is WRONG with me??? Why can't SPN do that to me? Why'd it have to go make me all goody-goody?

Yeah, SPN isn't my roofie because I lack an important kink. Every once in a while, a fandom jumps off a bridge, and I look down at the murky water and say, "Yeah, I don't think so. Okay, dudes, I'm gonna grab a beer, read a book, maybe hang out on my couch for a while. See you next fandom!"

Yeah, SPN isn't my roofie because I lack an important kink.

Clearly, your only option here is to write some nice, high-quality Sam/Andy AU, or just some good, wholesome, older woman/younger man.

Not, you know, that I'm looking for either of those things and either too lazy or too writing broken to write them.

Not, you know, that I'm looking for either of those things and either too lazy or too writing broken to write them.

Ah, writing broken. I seem to be stuck mostly in consume mode these days, which is pretty vexing.

DueSouth: Some sort of mildly hallucinogenic tranquilizer, I'd say, that leaves you in a semi-dream state.

Ah, writing broken. I seem to be stuck mostly in consume mode these days, which is pretty vexing.

I can get a good opening paragraph, and then the characters just sort of stand around, failing to get all intimate and stuff.

then the characters just sort of stand around, failing to get all intimate and stuff.

Oh, yeah. "Come on, dammit! Be witty! Sneer, if nothing else!"

I can get a good opening paragraph, and then the characters just sort of stand around, failing to get all intimate and stuff.

I have a bunch of stuff in my WIP folder that's actually good and pretty far along, but somehow I just can't be arsed to finish any of it. I haven't really been able to write anything but a snippet since January.

I need to cowboy up this weekend and get some writing done on something.

Oh, yeah. "Come on, dammit! Be witty! Sneer, if nothing else!"

Snorf. Right now it's more like, "Okay, I KNOW you're both in a state a lot of shocks finally hitting at once, and I KNOW that both your mental states could be described as utterly frelled, but for the love of MIKE, could you stop just staring at the bottle of whiskey and get to the comforting each other in the kitchen part of the evening? Thank you!"

I have a bunch of stuff in my WIP folder that's actually good and pretty far along, but somehow I just can't be arsed to finish any of it. I haven't really been able to write anything but a snippet since January.

I think the last thing I posted was Life in Plastic, It's Fantastic, and that was in March.

If I were my old self, I'd have figured out a way to write Dean/Missouri or something by now.

Now I'm trying to think what drug Due South would be....

Peyote.