I still can't write sex. I no longer giggle like crazy when I try and write it but I just can't seem to visualize it in my head. I lose track of what's going on. Anya's getting rather peeved because I was supposed to be working on a story about her. And then there's the rabid Firefly plot bunny that attacked me and won't let go.

I let myself drift into long droughts of not writing (hmm, one lasted ten years) and then pop out the occasional bit of porn or angst. But I don't consider myself to be a writer. I'm neither prolific nor dedicated enough.

But I have a tendancy to listen to the same song over and over again and just stop what I'm writing, space down to a blank screen and start over again. Even if I'm typing out the same stuff.

Oh, are we talking specifically about sex? See, that I have no problem writing, for some reason.

I can read Xander/Spike if it's completely silly but that's about it.

Te's Post-Grad series was, I think, the first or one of the very first pieces of fic I read. (Okay, I read the entire Sith Academy, and at one point knew it chapter and verse, but I've never seen Star Wars itself so that was more like reading a dizzyingly coherent, fuck-ass funny, original collaborate world.) It's a good way to enter. I count S/X among one of my favorite ships. Anna S.' S/X, for example, has me gibbering at her feet. But then again, that could just be the fact that it's, you know, Anna.

Plus, "S/X" is one of the few abbreviations that's never going to get you in trouble because someone thought you were talking about one of the other six characters with names that start with L or W or G, you know.

But I don't consider myself to be a writer. I'm neither prolific nor dedicated enough.

Elena needs bapped. Nicely, of course.

Getting back in the groove, hm ... I honestly don't know. I am probably the very antithesis of a proper writer, because I let the muse command me, I don't command hte muse. I feed her a lot, reading other people's stuff, watching shows that take place in the same milieu of whatever I'm trying to work on (History Channel is great). If I need a kick-start for a specific story, I'll go back to the very beginning and read it, and by the time I get to the place I stopped I've generally primed the pump enough to go on. Sometimes, though, a story or world hits the wall so hard it takes months or years for the ball to come back from its bounce.

See, while I don't know precisely what being 'bapped' entails, it sure does sound porny to me.

And, seriously, writing is just a hobby, an amusement, for me. It's been years since I wrote seriously.

Though I did read many romance novels while I was in Toronto (Harlequin 'Blaze') and could only that that I could do that so much better. Hell, any one of us could do that so much better. Maybe there is a way to make some money out of writing porn.

Original porn, for me at least, involved far more work than I ended up having time for, once I started working. Which annoys me. Get halfway done with something and BAM! Wall time.

Oh well.

Earlier on in this thread (I think it was here) a very evil person introduced me to the Very Secret Diaries, which introduced me to the idea of Gandalf/Balrog. Now I have the song from Saturday Night Fever 'How deep is your love?' and nearly a filk.

Bother.

Yeah, but couldn't a lot of our fanfic be tweaked and ready for the original fiction market? And I suppose we'd have to change 'vampire' into, I don't know, 'investment banker'.