Because the fic, she is a virus.
You must be speaking of the virus that causes you to feel momentarily possessed by someone else that desperately needs you to jot down something they have been dying to say.
Cause that's how it felt.
Not in a dramatic way. Just in a normal
Yep, that's the way of it. And I just finished "Career Change," and now I'm in withdrawal. Hell, I've still got to go through and clean up the section breaks, but it hurts knowing this big thing I've spent a couple of years on is done. Thank God I've got the sequel to finish plotting. And then, the writing.
Years! Wow!I get edgy spending more than a few months. It was definitely worth it...
You must be speaking of the virus that causes you to feel momentarily possessed by someone else that desperately needs you to jot down something they have been dying to say.
That's the splurt. I miss the splurt. Treasure it, my dear, for it comes more and more infrequently.
::sigh::
I have been running on it for weeks but have been unwilling to say anything that would make it go away.
That's the splurt. I miss the splurt. Treasure it, my dear, for it comes more and more infrequently.
AFAIK, my little muse may be a one trick pony. Part of me hopes 'yes' while another part of me hopes 'no'. Time will tell, I suppose.
Possible Stupid Question Alert: What does it mean when ya'll say "beta"?
It's a computer term for like a test run...reading a draft over for mistakes, in this context. Or to make sure the voices stay clear and such.
Thanks, erika. I figured as much but didn't want to assume incorrectly.
Not a problem...it was funny to me at first, not least because my bro had this fish that was also called a betta, and I was thinking "Why is everyone talking about fish? Must be a Buffista thing I don't understand.)
What I miss most about not having internet access at work is that I'd get these wonderful plot bunnies that would coalesce out of nothing, and I could open up a WordPad window, write it down, and post it. Some of my favorite short pieces came that way. Sometimes if I think too much about them, ie, waiting till I get home, I start second-guessing myself.
I like the term splurt. I refer to it as taking dictation from the Great Scroll of Universal Wisdom, and you'd better write fast while the thing is open in front of you. Sometimes I'll write and write and when I look up finally I'll think, "Those words, those phrases came out of me? Wow!"
Me too. Especially when I find something I really believe in there, but I don't realize it till a character says it. And I'm surprised at how much better I write men nowadays.
