*yanks hair out by the roots*

[agilebrit]

I'm beginning to think that my passion for the Buffyverse is gone, finito, kaput. All I have lately is Firefly on the brain. Spike has left the building. Illyria has returned to whatever dimension spawned her. Fred isn't speaking to me. Buffy has turned her back.

Xander? Xander who? Why did I think I could write him? I've written a total of TWO Xander fics in my entire writing career, both under a thousand words. I didn't even see most of S7; I had to rely on transcripts. But I wanted to write dinosaur fic. So I signed up for ludditerobot's Scatterlings and Orphanages Ficathon and picked Congo, because dinosaurs = cool.

And I have two sentences. Count 'em. For a ficathon assignment--that I chose!--due on the 19th. *yanks hair out some more*

Heeeerrrre, Antubis! I have some tasty damned souls for you....

Comments

[inlovewithnight.livejournal.com]

I have zero sentences on mine. ::sigh:: Woe.

[ludditerobot.livejournal.com]

Ask me how many I have. I dare you.

[speakr2customrs.livejournal.com]

The (screened) anonymous comment was me; I forgot that I'd logged out to allow curiouswombat to log in on my computer while hers was out of action.

I haven't written a word of my fic yet.