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Having very bad, very widespread writers block. Not just on stuff that I know-know-know I need to write (read:things that have been promised already), not just on stuff that was being a pain in my ass already (dialouge and fight scenes). Everything. Blank. No words.
That's probably the first thing they do to you when you arrive in Hell, go inside your brain and give you permanent writer's block forever!
Obviously I am exaggerating my situation. In Hell you would also be forced to endure things like small, smelly trolls jabbing sharp things under your nails, and urban-Pheonix-in-summer weather, and the sound of shrill teens jabbering on cell phones all about you, but I am deep in my emo pit and my sense of purportion cannot find me down here.
If this goes away after me whining about it, I'm gong to pretend that was my evil plan all along. Otherwise... as many appologies as you can hold, I offer them to you. Along with some radio silence from this dirrection.
Currently considering just carving out all the bits of one of the promised fics that suck and sewing the remains together into a... something.
That's probably the first thing they do to you when you arrive in Hell, go inside your brain and give you permanent writer's block forever!
Obviously I am exaggerating my situation. In Hell you would also be forced to endure things like small, smelly trolls jabbing sharp things under your nails, and urban-Pheonix-in-summer weather, and the sound of shrill teens jabbering on cell phones all about you, but I am deep in my emo pit and my sense of purportion cannot find me down here.
If this goes away after me whining about it, I'm gong to pretend that was my evil plan all along. Otherwise... as many appologies as you can hold, I offer them to you. Along with some radio silence from this dirrection.
