Blah blah blah, writerly angstcakes.
Apr. 13th, 2003 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanThere is challenge fic to be written, which is most emphatically not happening.
The response of my beloved, non-writer friends? "So just think of something and get to it."
Yeah, in some way it is that simple. But it's also very far away from any real understanding of the situation. I don't write on command because I can't write on command. It's simply not the natural order of things. This isn't whining about having to do the work - I've just got nothing to go on. Problem is, the challenge involves specific lyrics which are to provide the inspiration. At some point, I had no fewer than eight pages of story outlined, plotted, and nuanced around them - that initial burst has since been Jossed once, been done once, been recontextualized once, and what remains has become entirely too long and vague to do in a week.
Yes, yes, I'll cry you a river after I'm done climbing all the furniture, twirling my friends' hair, having procured hot chocolate and finagled copious huggage.
Off topic, my life would be so much more fun if it were feasible for me to lead a five (in the afternoon) to nine (in the morning) existence. Like, for shizzle.
The response of my beloved, non-writer friends? "So just think of something and get to it."
Yeah, in some way it is that simple. But it's also very far away from any real understanding of the situation. I don't write on command because I can't write on command. It's simply not the natural order of things. This isn't whining about having to do the work - I've just got nothing to go on. Problem is, the challenge involves specific lyrics which are to provide the inspiration. At some point, I had no fewer than eight pages of story outlined, plotted, and nuanced around them - that initial burst has since been Jossed once, been done once, been recontextualized once, and what remains has become entirely too long and vague to do in a week.
Yes, yes, I'll cry you a river after I'm done climbing all the furniture, twirling my friends' hair, having procured hot chocolate and finagled copious huggage.
Off topic, my life would be so much more fun if it were feasible for me to lead a five (in the afternoon) to nine (in the morning) existence. Like, for shizzle.
