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mamajoanLast night while driving home from my mom's (note to self: black ice is evil), I had a new fanfic idea that really excited me. I pondered it the whole way home, took a break for the evening's TV, then pondered it some more while I looked stuff up online to make sure it was viable, then pondered it more in bed until I fell asleep. I think it could work and could be good, could be a lot of fun to write.
Thing is, I have this weird superstition against talking about it. It's happened too often in the past that I say to someone, "I'm gonna write a story where this and this happens, and then this will happen," and they say, "cool! let me know when it's finished!" and then I never write it and I feel lame.
So hopefully I'll just write it and not tell anyone about it (well, except for what I'm saying now <g>), until it's done. And hopefully I'll actually finish the damn thing. I seem so busy lately, hardly any time for writing, but I have to start making time. This week is all weird, but maybe next week. If I say that again next week, somebody smack me, okay?
Thing is, I have this weird superstition against talking about it. It's happened too often in the past that I say to someone, "I'm gonna write a story where this and this happens, and then this will happen," and they say, "cool! let me know when it's finished!" and then I never write it and I feel lame.
So hopefully I'll just write it and not tell anyone about it (well, except for what I'm saying now <g>), until it's done. And hopefully I'll actually finish the damn thing. I seem so busy lately, hardly any time for writing, but I have to start making time. This week is all weird, but maybe next week. If I say that again next week, somebody smack me, okay?
