ack!

[themeletor]

I just wrote for, like, three hours, and guess what? IT'S ALL CRAP.

Raise your hand if you hate it when that happens...

And so, dear 'Ell's Misplaced Crane Muse', you come up with a clearer, more previously-worded story, and I shall listen. You know my class schedule (though you certainly won't pay it any mind).

Until then? I am going to see if any of Straw Men: Boulevard can happen. Because... prequel before sequel, yeah?

*sigh*
or something.

Comments

[cibeles.livejournal.com]

*raises her hand and waves it furiously!!!*

I'm trying to write Batfic too... GR as usual. And the same thing is happening. The pain is mutual. *sigh*

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

aren't brane-eating batfics so, so evil?

and I mean, I wish I could just say, 'fuck it; not tonight' and read, but I'm in V. Frustrated Output Mode, and that is just not going to happen.

grr.

[cibeles.livejournal.com]

Very. My brain is like a big pile of dark, steaming, urban goo, with a side-helping of mansex in there.

Same here! I need to read for school but here I am, trying to write. I've gotten four hundred or so decent words, which is SOMETHING considering I misplaced my notes. They're SOMEWHERE. They've got to be.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

yeah... I got roughly 500 words of this ... otherthing. which is about halfway through. and... then I realized it was CRAP. it's maybe a decent idea, but TOTAL FECKING CRAP.

really, not cool.
would also much rather sleep, but if I let my brain to its own devices I'll make myself physically ill worrying about classes tomorrow esp. WRT my lack of notebooks because parents still haven't shipped my linens and supplies box.


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[cibeles.livejournal.com]

Let it sit for a bit. Maybe with time you'll either realise it isn't actually crap or you'll come to terms with the fact that maybe it is and you can revise it.

Worrying = BAD. Haven't I shown that?! Get some tea, a good book, and just chill. It should help. :]

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

oh, I know I can revise it, and I will. it's already been through a good three full overhauls before this point, and it's up for another. but, I think, right now, I'm wanting to write Straw Men. I may have just figured out the sentence that's been stumping me since before Toxic went out to the QCT.

also, worrying abated (and sans tachycardia, even); I love my roomie. she gave me a notebook. so, thusly relaxed, and resigned to the fact that the drunkenness surrounding me will not subside before I've had another hour or so, I write!

(no, I shit you not, they've gotten drunk every night this week. I'm hoping the novelty will wear off soon enough and they'll at least stop getting black-out, run-into-walls, pound-on-my-door drunk more than a few times a week)

and also, thank you for submitting to my annoyed and annoying prattle. you're too, too wonderful.

and I somewhat selfishly wish you all the best in your own writing, because you are the keeper of the best, best, most evil and sadistic and dark and beautiful Joker fic. go to, fine writer!

[cibeles.livejournal.com]

Being sans tachycardia is a good thing. A *very* good thing. And it's sweet of your rommate to lend you one. :]

Eh, tisn't annoying. It's actually very pleasant to have someone on my flist who understands the sadomasochistic process of writing Batman darkfic.

That isn't selfish to wish me that! And I'm trying, I'm trying... there's tons of Joker (well, not tons... just a bit of crucial stuff) in this chapter. He just makes everything all better. Now if only I could get past this part of the chapter and get to the Joker bits, things might be better. *facepalm*

And your Jonathan is unparalleled, you know. You don't give yourself enough credit. :P

[shrieking-ell.livejournal.com]

*le sigh*

It's not crap! at least you can write something...i wish i could write for 3 hours...

(and no, the drunkenness will not actually stop for about 4 years...)

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

*hugs 'n' rum*

[elessil.livejournal.com]

Misplaced Muses are the most evil ones. Especially if they're Bat!Muses. *chases her own out* There, I think that one's yours.