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May. 8th, 2008 09:25 pmArgh.
There are stories in my head all the time these days, and none of them are mine. Literally, I run through three or four stories a day on the El home, and they're all fanfic (two different tv shows, three different books). Which, fanfic done been good to me, but I'd like to get gripped with a passionate urge to write something I can sell, once in a while.
Or, you know, I'd settle for not sucking on the salable stuff I do manage. That's not fishing for compliments -- I know I write well and Jack and Ellis is a pretty complex technical work but at the moment every word I try to put to it sucks hard. I've got a TV pitch up in my head that I can't get onto paper, ditto a fantasy novel. Believe me, I've written the first chapter of that fucker eight times from four different points of view with three different opening events.
I suppose really what I need is to not be frantic that I'm not writing, but that might require heavy-duty tranquilisers. Or, at least for tonight, a shot of vodka followed by liberal applications of mindless television.
*sulks*
There are stories in my head all the time these days, and none of them are mine. Literally, I run through three or four stories a day on the El home, and they're all fanfic (two different tv shows, three different books). Which, fanfic done been good to me, but I'd like to get gripped with a passionate urge to write something I can sell, once in a while.
Or, you know, I'd settle for not sucking on the salable stuff I do manage. That's not fishing for compliments -- I know I write well and Jack and Ellis is a pretty complex technical work but at the moment every word I try to put to it sucks hard. I've got a TV pitch up in my head that I can't get onto paper, ditto a fantasy novel. Believe me, I've written the first chapter of that fucker eight times from four different points of view with three different opening events.
I suppose really what I need is to not be frantic that I'm not writing, but that might require heavy-duty tranquilisers. Or, at least for tonight, a shot of vodka followed by liberal applications of mindless television.
*sulks*
