*winces*

[bedlamsbard]

You know those days when you feel a little dizzy but don't really have a headache, you can't concentrate (and don't you love it when that's a week before a paper's due?), your throat hurts, etc., etc.? Yeah.

And I'm all frustrated over the fact that I haven't fucking produced anything. Dust is moving along at a rate of, like, 500 words per day, which doesn't sound that bad until you remember the time I turned out about 7K in five hours. Also the day I wrote 10K.

And even if you put Dust aside, I've still got a fair handful of WIPs -- the post-LWW fic (which is moving slowly if only because I'm handwriting at the moment), and Human Voices (no one get me started. no, seriously), and Old Timber (ARGH. that is all I have to say on that subject), and Must Be Tuesday (which is just plain missing something, and I can't figure out what the hell it is), and Legend (DEATH. I just don't want to think about anything PC related), and Water (waiting for my last two betas to get back to me, and then, god, it's back into the salt mines, although I don't want to work on Water until I finish up the Cair Paravel arc with Dust, although at this rate VotDT will come out before that happens). I FEEL SO UNPRODUCTIVE.

Although. Speaking of Tuesday, and I don't even know what state it's in right now because looking at it makes me cry (it's short, it's only 3K), is there anyone who wants to look at it and tell me what the hell is wrong with it? It's early Golden Age, Peter and Edmund and assassination attempts, and it's missing something. It has no soul.

Why, yes, before you ask. It is that time of month, and isn't life just fabulous? Maybe chocolate will help.

Comments

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

Aww, baby! <3
Hey, I can take a look at Tuesday if you want.

Man, I swear, after this monster crackfic is posted I am, like, taking a sabbatical from fic-writing. (Well, 'real' fic writing, at least. No promise on stopping commentfic, because.)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

AND THEN I WALKED OUTSIDE AND IT STARTED RAINING. but. now i have chocolate ice cream. and food. although i wanted a gyro wrap and they gave me a gyro, but whatever, MEAT. FOOD.

tuesday is coming to you. i don't even remember if it's done or if i stopped in the middle of a sentence or what the last time i worked on it, but whatever. it is SO CLOSE and yet so far.

i just want dust to fucking proceed.

[westingturtle.livejournal.com]

aw ::pets::

you have your ice cream, you have your meat, and I'm typing up the Water notes in between my own papers and will have it to you by Friday. Take a break if you need it.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

haven't actually had said ice cream yet, alas. but i have turned out 1k of dust, which makes me way happy.

[1aquaesulis76.livejournal.com]

I feel your pain. I've been in exactly the same mood & level of productivity for the past couple of days - for the same reason - and that's just shit when I'm meant to be working for a living, and trying not to procrastinate. Chocolate does help! (Glad the muse seems to be kicking back into gear though - send positive thoughts to me for tomorrow!)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*sends good vibes to you*

HAAGEN DAZS IS MY NEW FRIEND. Since the store on campus didn't have the flavor of Ben & Jerry's I wanted. *pouts*