It's a Connie-erika love-thang.
I've been writing this kind of stuff of eons, to good reviews, and every.single.time. I think "This is where they'll turn on me and tell me how they really feel." Confidence must be a lovely thing.
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
It's a Connie-erika love-thang.
I've been writing this kind of stuff of eons, to good reviews, and every.single.time. I think "This is where they'll turn on me and tell me how they really feel." Confidence must be a lovely thing.
And a "I made him a vampire, and now this has to pay off," thing. This was why I didn't want to do it. But did the enablers listen? No, they didn't.
But did the enablers listen? No, they didn't
They never do. It's all "Oh, that sounds so cool, you have to do it!" Like that's at all helpful.
No, it's not.Incredibly exciting, maybe, but helpful? No.
Helpful how?
Just write the thing, and see where it goes.
(back to %#$$#% novel which is kicking my ass)
back to %#$$#% novel which is kicking my ass
How about that? I'm sitting here procrastinating doing that very same thing.
I don't know...when you write yourself into something and get stuck.
Stuck. Yes. Like you're a couple of hundred pages into something and you suddenly realize you don't know how the thing should end. I hate endings. Everything's got to meet up and resolve and make sense.
How about that? I'm sitting here procrastinating doing that very same thing.
Huh. How 'bout that. Does three of us make a meme?
I think there's something toxic in the air.
I love endings. I know how everything I'm working on in fandom ends, even if I didn't when I started. It's getting there that's the hard part.
I write in remembered snippets of other people's lives, and am exceedingly non-linear.
This is a blessing and a curse.
I started with zero plan other than that Munch was not going to spot Darla for a vamp because a. She played into his most cherished fantasy. b. He thinks with his little head a lot. That was it.