I haven't posted in a million years (ok, 5 weeks) because I'm just so... blah. Nothing new to report (well, I applied to and got accepted to an RN-to-BSN program, just getting all my transcripts & stuff together for that). ( more stuff I have been doing but doesn't initially occur to me as anything to report )
It's weird, because I know that all the stuff that I'm doing when I'm NOT on here and NOT writing fanfic is my real life. So in actuality that means I've been doing a lot of stuff; I haven't actually been loafing.But, instead, I just feel guilty for not writing and/or not posting on here, like this is my life, more than the other. And being stuck in a story or stories is just ...so dispiriting.
So I have the ginormous Joe Dick/Jerry Bines HCL/FTWHTWD xover -- in Part 1 and Part 2 -- story in which a pre-Rock Against Guns Joe hitch-hikes and drifts east across Canada after his "acoustic tour," fucking and sucking women and men all along, until he meets a Billy doppelganger, Jerry Bines, and then embarks on a brief but very intense and almost totally sexual affair with him. This story may have the greatest amount of the saddest yet dirtiest and most explicit sex I've ever written... which isn't exactly hot, because it's sad... and makes it not really fun to write. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way, I just went where Joe took me, and this is what happened. A story on which I'm blocked and have been for weeks, months, aughhhh...
Then I have my Moonlight Mick/Beth/Josef story I started months ago and on which I'm blocked. I did write some prequels to it... just to write something in Moonlight, since I wasn't getting any farther with the original story itself.
They (and their similarly blocked prequel brethren) are both at http://verushka.atspace.com/index.html. I don't know why I'm posting this. I guess hoping someone will see, wander over, and suggest something or comment ...and thereby light a fire under my ass.
So, if you feel like it, have a look at these latest writer's blocks. Please. If they suck, I need to know... because, what's that saying, throwing good money after bad? I don't want to throw more good effort after bad, if these pretty much suck.
Bleagh.
It's weird, because I know that all the stuff that I'm doing when I'm NOT on here and NOT writing fanfic is my real life. So in actuality that means I've been doing a lot of stuff; I haven't actually been loafing.But, instead, I just feel guilty for not writing and/or not posting on here, like this is my life, more than the other. And being stuck in a story or stories is just ...so dispiriting.
So I have the ginormous Joe Dick/Jerry Bines HCL/FTWHTWD xover -- in Part 1 and Part 2 -- story in which a pre-Rock Against Guns Joe hitch-hikes and drifts east across Canada after his "acoustic tour," fucking and sucking women and men all along, until he meets a Billy doppelganger, Jerry Bines, and then embarks on a brief but very intense and almost totally sexual affair with him. This story may have the greatest amount of the saddest yet dirtiest and most explicit sex I've ever written... which isn't exactly hot, because it's sad... and makes it not really fun to write. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way, I just went where Joe took me, and this is what happened. A story on which I'm blocked and have been for weeks, months, aughhhh...
Then I have my Moonlight Mick/Beth/Josef story I started months ago and on which I'm blocked. I did write some prequels to it... just to write something in Moonlight, since I wasn't getting any farther with the original story itself.
They (and their similarly blocked prequel brethren) are both at http://verushka.atspace.com/index.html. I don't know why I'm posting this. I guess hoping someone will see, wander over, and suggest something or comment ...and thereby light a fire under my ass.
So, if you feel like it, have a look at these latest writer's blocks. Please. If they suck, I need to know... because, what's that saying, throwing good money after bad? I don't want to throw more good effort after bad, if these pretty much suck.
Bleagh.