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Is there a statute of limitations on writing a sequel? 5 years? 10 years? Because I'm coming up on a year since I wrote my long Inertia fic and the sequel just doesn't seem to be happening. I've got about 7000 words down so far, but it's just fluff. When I try to mentally work out the plot, I keep getting myself into a corner. Which means either I'm not smart enough to get out of the corner and/or I need to just chuck the concept for the plot which means I'm once again plotless.
Man, writing with an honest-to-God plot is HARD. Give me short fluffy humor any day.
Of course, I started a Nine/Rose short fluff fic about a month ago that I've just not gotten back to. Truth be told, I've actually got 12 separate DW things on my writing journal right now - all in various states of completion.
Hmmm. I probably should be better about that. This is why I refuse to write WIPs - none of them would ever get finished. But writing really is this fun hobby with me. I have little drive to write except for when I'm having fun with it. (Although when I'm not writing I do have the occasional feeling that I *should* be writing. It's not exactly rational.)
The problem is that I think with my Inertia sequel it's gotten to the point of being more work than fun, all because of this damn plot.
Meh.
Eh, I'm probably just being melodramatic, but right now I want a magical plot machine that would spit out a story, where I could rewrite the dialog and pad in fluff scenes. Hoorah! Good thing I don't write for a living. I'd starve.
MEH.
I'm picspamming myself to cheer myself up.
MWAH!! I love this scene so much. I love that Rose is all, "Hahaha! SUCKER!" as she runs out of there. And just watching the Doctor's hands as Jackie slobbers him. And mostly because you can practically hear the Doctor's mind of, "AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OMFGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! WORSE THAN BEING MIND SUCKED! ALL 28 TIMES COMBINED!!"
Man, writing with an honest-to-God plot is HARD. Give me short fluffy humor any day.
Of course, I started a Nine/Rose short fluff fic about a month ago that I've just not gotten back to. Truth be told, I've actually got 12 separate DW things on my writing journal right now - all in various states of completion.
Hmmm. I probably should be better about that. This is why I refuse to write WIPs - none of them would ever get finished. But writing really is this fun hobby with me. I have little drive to write except for when I'm having fun with it. (Although when I'm not writing I do have the occasional feeling that I *should* be writing. It's not exactly rational.)
The problem is that I think with my Inertia sequel it's gotten to the point of being more work than fun, all because of this damn plot.
Meh.
Eh, I'm probably just being melodramatic, but right now I want a magical plot machine that would spit out a story, where I could rewrite the dialog and pad in fluff scenes. Hoorah! Good thing I don't write for a living. I'd starve.
MEH.
I'm picspamming myself to cheer myself up.
MWAH!! I love this scene so much. I love that Rose is all, "Hahaha! SUCKER!" as she runs out of there. And just watching the Doctor's hands as Jackie slobbers him. And mostly because you can practically hear the Doctor's mind of, "AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OMFGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! WORSE THAN BEING MIND SUCKED! ALL 28 TIMES COMBINED!!"