BOO.

[schmerica]

PEOPLE. I want to write PORN. Where is my PORN MOJO? What is WRONG with me?

I mean, I have the hot-ass woobies--





See? HOT ASS.

--And I have a three day weekend, and there is a weaponry challenge going on for flashfic (guns! knives! hotness!) and and and and--

No porn. GRAR. What is the problem here??? Fraser! Ray! Fucking! GET WITH THE PROGRAM, BRAIN.

*sigh*

[On a different note, the weaponry thing is reminding me about when I first wrote How Many Things, like, uh, a year and a half ago, I had originally meant for one section to involve Fraser and Ray teaching the kid to shoot. Because I imagine she would learn quite young, and be completely comfortable around guns. Only I never wrote it, because, you know, I never learned how to shoot, and thus didn't really feel I could do anything with a scene like that, because what the hell do I know. Anyway.]

In conclusion: Fraser sucking Ray's cock, the end.

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*grins* See, I know you're right in general, but I dunno. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I really don't miss writing for writing's sake so much; I just miss having the buzz in the back of my head. And because I'm not a writer, I don't really care about the dedication and commitment parts, which is what all the making-yourself-just-do-it is especially good for, you know? Plus, uh, the stuff I end up writing that way is always lifeless and boring. Hm.