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Oct. 16th, 2006 12:02 pmI've gone brain-dead again. I'm going to have to stop at a grocery store on the way home and invest in enough caffeine to let my brain process like a living thing instead of a zombie.
Seriously...I have to get this fic written. I know how this fic is supposed to go. But it takes me so long to string words into a sentence and shove the sentence through my fingers that I can't actually follow my train of thought through a whole paragraph without stopping to re-read what I've typed two or three times, which is not much help when telling a story. Especially a story that is so twisted from my own ideas and general ships/moods/etc. for my writing that it can only have come from my muse, who is a sadistic little wench when she wants to be (which is most of the time). My brain has apparently decided that if it doesn't get higher-function levels, then it gets to knock her out with a brick in the meantime.
Joy.
Seriously...I have to get this fic written. I know how this fic is supposed to go. But it takes me so long to string words into a sentence and shove the sentence through my fingers that I can't actually follow my train of thought through a whole paragraph without stopping to re-read what I've typed two or three times, which is not much help when telling a story. Especially a story that is so twisted from my own ideas and general ships/moods/etc. for my writing that it can only have come from my muse, who is a sadistic little wench when she wants to be (which is most of the time). My brain has apparently decided that if it doesn't get higher-function levels, then it gets to knock her out with a brick in the meantime.
Joy.
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Date: 2006-10-17 12:49 pm (UTC)Werdy-McWerd. Never heard it put better, m'dear. :-*