Know that feeling when you're trying to write and suddenly you're hit by the sneaking suspicion that your entire vocabulary consists of no more than thirty words? I swear that if I make poor Don say, think or moan God, Charlie one more time I'm going to scream myself hoarse.
And then there's this thing with me and structured fics. I know that I
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Oh my god, yes. That's it! Can I quote you on that? ;D
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170 pages? Holy cow. o.0 I'd probably give up trying to plan the whole thing...
Aw, thanks. *hugs back, then prepares for another run at the wall*
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Thanks so much, that really did the trick *g* It's good to know I'm not suffering alone... ;)
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I want a new vocabulary. ^^"
You and me both. Perhaps amazon carries these things...? ;D
Now I#m going to read your story.
Here's hoping you'll like it. :)
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Don't despair, though; your writing is absolutely amazing. :) And, honestly, I doubt that Donny-boy would really be spouting long, eloquent sonnets during those heated moments of forbidden passion. I think 'God, Charlie' works just fine for the context... it's a lot more realistic, that's for darn sure. ;)
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Heh. I'm definitely not suffering alone, then. ;) Oh, and how is that fic of yours coming along? Like I said, I am looking forward to reading it!
I doubt that Donny-boy would really be spouting long, eloquent sonnets during those heated moments of forbidden passion
:D I doubt he'd be spouting sonnets even without large parts of his blood engaged otherwise *gg* But, for some reason, I really seem to like hearing him say 'God, Charlie'. Maybe that's just another kink of mine... ;)
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