Hop, hop, hoppity hop...
And the plot bunnies breed relentlessly on!
While I wrestle with bondage and angst and arguments in Arthur's Longhouse, a nice little moonlit second-person ficlet floats into being from who-knows-where, effortlessly. Why the ?*@**!! heck can't all writing just do that?
Meanwhile there are no prizes for guessing where my latest Eaglefic has stalled. *rolls eyes*
And as for the Booshverse, well, my carefully constructed plot arc has well and truly gone off the rails and who knows where it's headed now? Here are the recent additions, though: 7, 8, 9 and 10A. Note to self: don't open any more cans of worms.
While I wrestle with bondage and angst and arguments in Arthur's Longhouse, a nice little moonlit second-person ficlet floats into being from who-knows-where, effortlessly. Why the ?*@**!! heck can't all writing just do that?
Meanwhile there are no prizes for guessing where my latest Eaglefic has stalled. *rolls eyes*
And as for the Booshverse, well, my carefully constructed plot arc has well and truly gone off the rails and who knows where it's headed now? Here are the recent additions, though: 7, 8, 9 and 10A. Note to self: don't open any more cans of worms.