Wibbly Pig is sad. He needs a hug. But a lick will do.

Just finished (more or less) my Back in the Day fic. Two thirds done my BoD fic. Good? Not when they're both depressingly banal. The BoD one doesn't even have a plot. I'm going to have to go back and wedge one in by force and that's going to be as painful as it sounds.

Why can't I write anymore? Why is it all coming out like a rip off of 'The Cat Sat on the Mat' but not so rhyme laden and with less exciting twists?

I liked my Wes/Faith snippet, the one I dashed off yesterday. Thought, yippee, cracked it, here we go again. Then I tried another chapter of 'Behind Closed Doors' and it was No Good. I can't write smut, I can't write descriptions, I can barely do the dialogue.

What's the matter with me? ::bangs head on desk::

Yes, I'm whining pitifully. Ignore me :;wobbles lip, tries to stiffen the top one:: New Angel in half an hour. I'll focus on the Good Things.

Oh, God, I want to write something...

I will post fic if it kills me. More Behind Closed Doors

Giles/Spike, my own kink fic, written in the last hour so usual disclaimers. Bondage, riding crops and such. Set in the early days of this fic but not early enough to reveal what's going on. Not yet. This is to get me posting again; it's not brilliant but at least it's out there.

( Behind Blue Eyes 4 )