![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
why am I even awake
1 Nov 2011 10:29 pmDear new Google Reader layout: GO DIE IN A FIRE, Jesus Christ, I am operating on a very small EeePC here and I desperately need the ability to minimise the bloody sidebar so that I can VIEW WEBCOMICS without ENDLESS HORIZONTAL SCROLLBARS.
My lack of ability to produce words, any words, is reaching crisis point. I have had both the secret X-Men project and a crossover ficlet I'm writing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neenie open in Word for like a WEEK, and every night I look at the documents and feel like sweating blood and my brain just goes 'pffffblbt' and insists that I watch Top Gear instead. I HATE IT. But I've never been any good at forcing myself to write through that kind of mental fog without actively despising the process, and I am trying to steer myself clear of hobbies that I actively despise, you know?
My latest trick has been rereading all eyai ever (wait, no, if you're unfamiliar: read Emma's awesome pimp post instead) in an attempt to psych myself up for the next story, which Ji and I are probably going to cowrite somehow. IT IS GOING TO BE SO FANTASTIC GUYS, THERE WILL BE COPS AND MURDER AND I AM FINALLY BRINGING ANNA BACK INTO NARRATIVE PLAY.
(Agatha Verey, Superspy, is still going to happen, but it would first require me to plot out the entire counter-revolution ie. the final arc of the whole damn thing. And that would suck out ALL MY BRAINPOWER.
Also on the cards at some point: the shameless importation of Kenneth and Vanessa from the Wasteland RP. That's right, the inevitable fourth estate story. Nobody is surprised.)
If you have any eyai-related enthusiasm or capslock or words of encouragement, drop them here, I will attempt to ~absorb~ them and use them to alchemise my creativity into fucking existing again.
Uh in other news the new Florence & the Machine album is so great I am having trouble processing it, call back in a few days when my ears are not weeping rainbows of heady joy.
My lack of ability to produce words, any words, is reaching crisis point. I have had both the secret X-Men project and a crossover ficlet I'm writing for
neenie open in Word for like a WEEK, and every night I look at the documents and feel like sweating blood and my brain just goes 'pffffblbt' and insists that I watch Top Gear instead. I HATE IT. But I've never been any good at forcing myself to write through that kind of mental fog without actively despising the process, and I am trying to steer myself clear of hobbies that I actively despise, you know?My latest trick has been rereading all eyai ever (wait, no, if you're unfamiliar: read Emma's awesome pimp post instead) in an attempt to psych myself up for the next story, which Ji and I are probably going to cowrite somehow. IT IS GOING TO BE SO FANTASTIC GUYS, THERE WILL BE COPS AND MURDER AND I AM FINALLY BRINGING ANNA BACK INTO NARRATIVE PLAY.
(Agatha Verey, Superspy, is still going to happen, but it would first require me to plot out the entire counter-revolution ie. the final arc of the whole damn thing. And that would suck out ALL MY BRAINPOWER.
Also on the cards at some point: the shameless importation of Kenneth and Vanessa from the Wasteland RP. That's right, the inevitable fourth estate story. Nobody is surprised.)
If you have any eyai-related enthusiasm or capslock or words of encouragement, drop them here, I will attempt to ~absorb~ them and use them to alchemise my creativity into fucking existing again.
Uh in other news the new Florence & the Machine album is so great I am having trouble processing it, call back in a few days when my ears are not weeping rainbows of heady joy.
