Swinging at smoke…

Six-thousand-some-odd files of...what?

Writing is hard. It’s a very cyclical thing for me. It moves along in stages. What those stages are, how long they last, and whether or not I recognize them as they’re happening all vary on a case by case basis. Right now I’m in the JFC everything is crap stage. It happens. I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my writing folder—like I do—trying to discern what I should be working on. Truth… Keep reading…Swinging at smoke…

Just open the door…

Ten thousand words ain't bad...

The purgatory of writer’s block often sends my brain in wild directions, desperately grasping for ideas I can work with. This is generally where the inane fanfiction enters the picture, but even that collective monstrosity is at a standstill these days. Oh I have ideas. I always have ideas for terrible fanfiction. But those ideas are just as trapped as the legitimate material rolling around in my head. I am shockingly adept at sabotaging myself—which… Keep reading…Just open the door…