I’ve been getting all contemplative about writing lately. Like about how my word count for the last couple of months is, oh, zero, and how I feel about that. I’m actually thinking about giving up on fanfic.
That being said, I just signed up for the
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eppescest challenge fic fest, and am thinking about signing up for undermistletoe , too. Unfortunately, the ideas for stories haven’t died out as much as the motivation to actually write them has! Maybe with a commitment and a deadline I can get something written, and see if it still feels as good as it used to.
In a total tangent, I just got back from a nice chamber music concert. I couldn’t help noticing how erotic I found it to watch those four men playing music together. I’m not a musician but it seemed to take so much trust in and respect for each other- it felt very intimate. And the way they listen to and watch each other as they create this beautiful music. How could they do that and not have a deep connection? I know the connection doesn’t have to be sexual, but that’s where my mind goes. ;)
Of course I’m sitting there enjoying the concert, thinking about how to work that into an SGA fic. (I wish Rodney played the violin, but I could work with the piano…) Ug! It might be too late to give up on fanfic, it’s hard wired into the brain. Or it would at least take some serious discipline.
