Why do I torture myself?
Jun. 13th, 2009 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_erikah_xDo you know what happened yesterday afternoon? ALL my students missed class. 100%. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. This is what happens when you schedule classes to a four day weekend, right at valentine's day. I had nine hours of nothing. Good time to read half a fanfic, get inspired and write mine and do a whole new layout for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
valika56. It's already up, so check it out. It looks lovely, btw.
My prison fic is going wondefully well if you consider the fact that I was able to write 4000 words in a few days while most writing in my five minute braks in between classes. In fact I got so inspired that in the middle of a scene, that was flowing well, I opened a new file to pour down some ideas for later usage. It was something that wouldn't fit anytime soon, if at all in this story, so better write while the muse is happy. It so happens that the half a dozen notes turned out into the beginning of a whole new Shep whump fic. I went to sleep after midnight yesteday, writing more into it, because it wouldn't stop. Than I forced myself to bed and couldn't sleep, because I kept thinking on this damn new plot bunny. I've got a lot of disconnected ideas that easily fit into place when I start writing. Why does my muse torture me like this?
Also, I woke up at 4:30am and couldn't sleep anymore. I wish this damn headache would just vanish. =(
valika56. It's already up, so check it out. It looks lovely, btw. My prison fic is going wondefully well if you consider the fact that I was able to write 4000 words in a few days while most writing in my five minute braks in between classes. In fact I got so inspired that in the middle of a scene, that was flowing well, I opened a new file to pour down some ideas for later usage. It was something that wouldn't fit anytime soon, if at all in this story, so better write while the muse is happy. It so happens that the half a dozen notes turned out into the beginning of a whole new Shep whump fic. I went to sleep after midnight yesteday, writing more into it, because it wouldn't stop. Than I forced myself to bed and couldn't sleep, because I kept thinking on this damn new plot bunny. I've got a lot of disconnected ideas that easily fit into place when I start writing. Why does my muse torture me like this?
Also, I woke up at 4:30am and couldn't sleep anymore. I wish this damn headache would just vanish. =(
