krisomniac

So I ended up signing up for getyourwordsout. I don't know, yet, if this is a good idea. I've had the worst time recently starting, continuing, or even really writing anything.

To clear the air, I've decided to post the beginning of a story that's been dogging me for months because I can't figure out where I want to go with it (and the answer is probably; nowhere) and I want to put it behind me to start something else.

( Imagine a Road - 950 words )
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( And the only other part I can stand.- 450 words )

So there's my dirty laundry. Er. :/

Grrr.

So I haven't been able to write a thing for Supernatural in like WEEKS.

At first I just thought the awesomeness of finale had blown my brain. And I think it had, for a time. But now?

It's not for lack of ideas. I have Ideas, bright shiny sparkly ones. But if I tell anyone or say them out loud, if I even look at them too closely, they shrivel up and break and I suddenly don't want to work with them any more.

Ideas, why don't you want to play with me anymore? We'll have lots of fun. I promise.

Or not.

How strange is that?