Someone steal my muse please

FallingToFly

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24 hours. Three pieces. Continuances. New chapters. PLotbunnies. Raping me of my mind and body.

I haven't written anything- not even a grocery list- in MONTHS. And now I'm ass deep in alligators- I have 6 word files open and I keep jumping from paragraph to paragraph. I've already updated my LJ and one of my comms. I'm debating how much seriously twisted smut I can get away with on Lit.

Someone please steal her before she kills me. I'm forcing myself to take breaks before I explode.
 
Yep. Know how you feel. Better than being dried up, though, I think.
 
Yep. Know how you feel. Better than being dried up, though, I think.

Except that at some point I need some sleep. And maybe enough time to eat more than half a meal. My oldest son finally cam eover and closed my laptop and said "Mom, you're feeding your shirt."

*headwall* I just threw another 300 words onto a chapter between my last post and this one.
 
My main problem is that I have a schedule to meet on longer works and these short stories keep interrupting.
 
Well, we can trade. Mine has put 10,000 words on one piece alone. I'd rather be doing shorter stuff- I have too many incomplete stories already.
 
I'd like to borrow her for a day or three.

Or you.... either will work :D I'm sure that would be inspirational ;)

I'm barely managing to squeeze a story or two out of mine every few months.
 
Luckily I have a backup plan. Two anthologies I have projected for late next year are already nearly subscribed now, while I'm trying to steal time to complete a novella for February.
 
I'm writing two short (3,500-4,500 words) stories a week and that's enough as far as I'm concerned. Any more than that would seem like work...to me anyway. ;)
 
24 hours. Three pieces. Continuances. New chapters. PLotbunnies. Raping me of my mind and body.

I haven't written anything- not even a grocery list- in MONTHS. And now I'm ass deep in alligators- I have 6 word files open and I keep jumping from paragraph to paragraph. I've already updated my LJ and one of my comms. I'm debating how much seriously twisted smut I can get away with on Lit.

Someone please steal her before she kills me. I'm forcing myself to take breaks before I explode.

Maybe you can send her over to see me. I have written nothing but a couple of paragraphs for the last week, and I will probably have to delete those. :eek:

You can get away with an almost unlimited amount of seriously twisted smut on Lit. ;) This is something I know about.
 
Maybe you can send her over to see me. I have written nothing but a couple of paragraphs for the last week, and I will probably have to delete those. :eek:

You can get away with an almost unlimited amount of seriously twisted smut on Lit. ;) This is something I know about.

There are some twisted smut disgusting and some straight old style fuck tales here at Lit. When I first started writing here, for the exercise really, I'd read a few stories and then write, soon I was writing and only checking my Submissions page and going back to writing.

My first story was written as a Sci-Fi/Future where there were ten women for every man, kinda, post apocalyptic, and The "theme" if it has one, "How does a young man pull this off, in a coherent society?

About Chapter 25 I realized that I had to have, if I was to be considered a complete author, a story, inside the story to allow me to keep writing the fuck scenes!

Now I have a key chapter, which will propel the story in a deeper and richer scope. But I can't get it on paper. er. bytes, properly sequenced and spelled correctly. Damn people can be so fucken picky!

Nobody told me the typing was going to be so important!
 
24 hours. Three pieces. Continuances. New chapters. PLotbunnies. Raping me of my mind and body.

I haven't written anything- not even a grocery list- in MONTHS. And now I'm ass deep in alligators- I have 6 word files open and I keep jumping from paragraph to paragraph. I've already updated my LJ and one of my comms. I'm debating how much seriously twisted smut I can get away with on Lit.

Someone please steal her before she kills me. I'm forcing myself to take breaks before I explode.

She can come and help me any time she wants. I'm getting quite miffed at the dry gulch that is my story
 
You can ALL have her. She kept me up til 3 am, and I was crying as I wrote the last little bit of my 5th chapter (and final, I might add) of 21st Century Cure.

And she got me drunk and insanely slutty-flirty with a bunch of colleagues on camchat. And even made me watch in horrified amazement as JJ did the jitterbug- stark naked. Have you ever seen an ugly fat naked man do the jitterbug? It's SCARY!!!

It made me kill off three characters in a squash orgy story that will never see the light of day.
 
I'd like to borrow her for a day or three.

Or you.... either will work :D I'm sure that would be inspirational ;)

I'm barely managing to squeeze a story or two out of mine every few months.

You do know how to make an offer, don't you. ;)

One of these days...
 
Relax! Maybe none of its any good and you can revise it when the muse is gone.
 
I'm in the same boat. I'm so unmotivated these days. I have a half-dozen stories that need finishing yet I can't bring myself to write anything. I don't what's up.
 
I'm in the same boat. I'm so unmotivated these days. I have a half-dozen stories that need finishing yet I can't bring myself to write anything. I don't what's up.

The onset of the holiday season I'd wager.
 
24 hours. Three pieces. Continuances. New chapters. PLotbunnies. Raping me of my mind and body.

I haven't written anything- not even a grocery list- in MONTHS. And now I'm ass deep in alligators- I have 6 word files open and I keep jumping from paragraph to paragraph. I've already updated my LJ and one of my comms. I'm debating how much seriously twisted smut I can get away with on Lit.

Someone please steal her before she kills me. I'm forcing myself to take breaks before I explode.

I'm with Dark, honey. I'll take her off of your hands for a bit. Good to see you, FTF, though I hate that it's because of a near loss of sanity. :kiss:
 
It finally slowed down somewhat. Mainly because I had to go car shopping. But that led to a plotbunny about car shopping with an oversexed demon. Ooops.
 
it's back,

3am, she made me get up and write in an unexpected scenario of Mightier Than The Sword. And that story is ending on an incredibly disturbed note.

She also pulled out Ties That Bind and assraped my concept.

Then she let me sleep between 5am and 7.30am.

I'm barely awake and completely dysfunctional, but I have my word program open and I'm tapping out a sentence at a time, between sips of tea and curses at this bitch.

One muse for sale, any offers accepted. No, really, I'll GIVE her away.
 
Do what most LIT 'authors' do: Take Prozac or get drunk and write poetry.
 
Tried the drunk thing- wrote 3200 words that night.
Prozac and I don't get along.
Coffee is helping (a little) with the headache, but not helping with the exhaustion.
I'm about to make myself a turkey pot pie and some hot cocoa (the milk kind, not water) and crash out on the couch for a couple of hours. Maybe when I wake up I can proof and edit the stuff I wrote last night/this morning and then finish what she wants me to finish.

The sad part is it's really good stuff. It's a really good twist and resolution to the story, it's hot where it should be and intense where it needs to be. I'm just so tired I want to cry.

I don't mind being overwhelmed, usually. Gods know, I go through writer's blocks that definitely give me plenty of time to regrow the nails and flesh I type off my fngers. But when it interferes with my already erratic and disturbed sleep patterns, I just can't deal with it. I need four hours of sleep a night, preferably six, to function at anything like normal capacity. 2.5 hours is not acceptable.
 
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