*bangs head on keyboard*

Argh, argh, ARGH. So, yeah, I'm scribbling this horrible THING that won't get out of my head. How in the hell I've gotten nearly 3500 words out of it so far is beyond me, but here I sit. And now the characters are being all awkward with each other and stuff, and I don't know enough to know where to go from here. I feel like I'm flailing at shadows and and that the thing is go se anyway.

I don't know why I'm angsting over this so much. It's probably never going to see the light of day anyway. But I feel compelled to finish it, and it'll eat at me until I do.

CRAP.

*bangs head on keyboard*

Argh, argh, ARGH. So, yeah, I'm scribbling this horrible THING that won't get out of my head. How in the hell I've gotten nearly 3500 words out of it so far is beyond me, but here I sit. And now the characters are being all awkward with each other and stuff, and I don't know enough to know where to go from here. I feel like I'm flailing at shadows and and that the thing is go se anyway.

I don't know why I'm angsting over this so much. It's probably never going to see the light of day anyway. But I feel compelled to finish it, and it'll eat at me until I do.

CRAP.

nodrogg linked to this...

And I thought I should too. Reason Magazine's take on "Serenity". Spread it around, because this is one awesome article.

nodrogg linked to this...

And I thought I should too. Reason Magazine's take on "Serenity". Spread it around, because this is one awesome article.

Well, this is interesting.

I think I've finally figured out what this fic THING I'm writing is to me.

It's like an ugly, disreputable cat that shows up on your doorstep. You feed the damb thing because you can't stand to see it starve to death...and it slowly worms its way into your heart. It purrs at you a bit. Rubs on your ankles. Does that foot-knead-y thing that cats do. And before you know it, you've let it in the house and it's sleeping on your bed.

Yeah. I'm coming to terms with this. And maybe it doesn't suck as much as I'm afraid it does. I may even publish it, after I get a couple of people to look at it for me. Odd that my second ever Firefly fic is such a huge departure from my first one...

Well, this is interesting.

I think I've finally figured out what this fic THING I'm writing is to me.

It's like an ugly, disreputable cat that shows up on your doorstep. You feed the damb thing because you can't stand to see it starve to death...and it slowly worms its way into your heart. It purrs at you a bit. Rubs on your ankles. Does that foot-knead-y thing that cats do. And before you know it, you've let it in the house and it's sleeping on your bed.

Yeah. I'm coming to terms with this. And maybe it doesn't suck as much as I'm afraid it does. I may even publish it, after I get a couple of people to look at it for me. Odd that my second ever Firefly fic is such a huge departure from my first one...