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I want to write. I really do.

I had this whole thing when I came out of a talk on enterprise (actual, not Trek) and I'd been wanting to kill the guy for his reliance on buzzwords and then I went to the shop and there were all these people and all I wanted was to get out, get home, and now I am and I'm safe in my room and on my net and I feel better now but... aargh. something. anything. I don't know.

I told girl-in-class that I was mental and she didn't believe me. or, she said (because we'd been shown a chart of degree classifications and I said I was heading for a III, if that, and she said it was only one semester and I said it was ok, I was mental and I had a letter to prove it) "that's a good excuse"

I want to write. I need to write something and I don't know what, and I need to revise a couple of fics in the very near future and... ack. messed up.

what's a girl to do, eh? and I was going to work this afternoon, sort some stuff out, and I just cannot be bothered in the slightest but I really really should even though we've only just started back because I want to get really good grades this semester to prove that last semester's were a fluke (in a bad way) so... *curses profusely* none of this makes any sense, I'm sorry, but my head isn't *working* and... *screams*

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am feeling cheerier now, thank goodness. however, am now worried about where we're going to live next year. joy...

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I'm writing, at the moment, a kind of stream-of-consciousness Krycek POV, which doesn't really have any point but seems to flow quite easily when it feels like it. So every now and then I'm sitting and staring at it and just... writing. I doubt it'll end up an actual fic, but it's quite fun. I guess I could call it a writing exercise, trying to get the character into focus for me, but it's... not, really. It's just my rambling fingers.

And there's no plot! But there's no porn either! And it's already nearly as long as chapter four of Winter which I practically sweated blood over, and which still has no reviews! *is annoyed*

hmm. what to do, what to do...

think I'm about written out for the evening, but I don't really feel like reading either, but I can't do nothing and I don't want to do anything and... eeeee. Guess the semi-cheeriness isn't going to last. Bugger.

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apparently I wasn't written out. I did a few hundred words on weapons - far too amateur for Krycek, really, but... eep. My head scares me.

will she write more, or will she just give up and go to bed?

or will she, horror of horrors... work?