oh the muses will kill me
Oct. 5th, 2004 03:24 pmSomewhere between yesterday's struggle to get anything beyond 350 words onto paper and last night, this Roswell ficathon piece has turned into the story that never ends. I'm at eleven pages and there is no ending in sight. Eek gads. Who knew that these characters could be so damn talkative? Michael Guerin is not a man of many words so why the hell is he suddenly so chatty with me--pointing out that he can do these certain things to guarantee a "happy ending".
This story will be done today in time for Ficathon deadline. Oh, I will beat this damn story into submission if it kills me.
And then, well...Chris wants his new story finished and a few other pieces he's been forcing me to work on. I blame this solely on Drew Fuller's shoulders. If he weren't so damn hot and created a character I find so intriguing, evil Chris muse would not own my brain.
And I don't even want to think about finishing my part of my collaboration with Steph
iamtheenemy because she's mean and likes to talk smack about me and my lack of productivity.
And people have started asking about the new chapter of Trouble In My Head, which, has it really been over a month since I posted the last part? It feels like just yesterday when I was stuck inside Justin's head for prolonged periods of time.
I wonder if I weren't writing, if these voices would come out in different ways and I'd end up a diagnosed schizophrenic?
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Veep Debate is tonight. While I love Edwards and want nothing more than to see someone finally wipe that evil smirk off Cheney's face, I'm not sure I can stand to watch. Dick Cheney scares me. (He sucks out souls, people! We should all be afraid!)
Also, I would much rather watch Veronica Mars. She's much more honest and entertaining. Plus, Logan, no matter how bastardish (is that a word?) is such a cutie!
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( writing to do list--more for me, but read if so inclined )
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Okay, back to writing. Back to kicking this stupid story in the shins.
Damn the man, save the Mare!
This story will be done today in time for Ficathon deadline. Oh, I will beat this damn story into submission if it kills me.
And then, well...Chris wants his new story finished and a few other pieces he's been forcing me to work on. I blame this solely on Drew Fuller's shoulders. If he weren't so damn hot and created a character I find so intriguing, evil Chris muse would not own my brain.
And I don't even want to think about finishing my part of my collaboration with Steph
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And people have started asking about the new chapter of Trouble In My Head, which, has it really been over a month since I posted the last part? It feels like just yesterday when I was stuck inside Justin's head for prolonged periods of time.
I wonder if I weren't writing, if these voices would come out in different ways and I'd end up a diagnosed schizophrenic?
**
Veep Debate is tonight. While I love Edwards and want nothing more than to see someone finally wipe that evil smirk off Cheney's face, I'm not sure I can stand to watch. Dick Cheney scares me. (He sucks out souls, people! We should all be afraid!)
Also, I would much rather watch Veronica Mars. She's much more honest and entertaining. Plus, Logan, no matter how bastardish (is that a word?) is such a cutie!
**
( writing to do list--more for me, but read if so inclined )
**
Okay, back to writing. Back to kicking this stupid story in the shins.
Damn the man, save the Mare!