Oh man, right there with you, sparky. My characters can have twenty pages of internal monologue, but they trip over their own feet walking into the damn kitchen. Action is so far beyond me I might as well try to write in Urdu.
That's it exactly. And I'm stuck writing this dumb-ass, cross-over fic from Hell that has EATEN MY BRAIN AND WILL NOT LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! I keep trying to ignore it, but I can't. I keep trying to say, "That's it, fic, we are Done! I am SO breaking up with you." But I still wind-up crawling back and picking at the stupid thing. AND it has two required action sequences. WTF?!
I am betting that Agatha (my bitch muse) thinks it's funny to jerk me around seeing as how I killed her off that one time in that one random Twilight fic I wrote.
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Date: 2012-07-31 04:42 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-07-31 04:48 am (UTC)From:That's it exactly. And I'm stuck writing this dumb-ass, cross-over fic from Hell that has EATEN MY BRAIN AND WILL NOT LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! I keep trying to ignore it, but I can't. I keep trying to say, "That's it, fic, we are Done! I am SO breaking up with you." But I still wind-up crawling back and picking at the stupid thing. AND it has two required action sequences. WTF?!
I am betting that Agatha (my bitch muse) thinks it's funny to jerk me around seeing as how I killed her off that one time in that one random Twilight fic I wrote.