I have discovered the downside to living with two of my closest Chicago friends: I never have time for fandom anymore. My muses seem to have abandoned me in disgust. I really really want to work on the dratted Harry/Draco, but whenever I have a chance to open the Word doc, I just wind up staring at what I've already written without the faintest idea of what to do with it. I mean, I know where the plot's going and how to get there, but the words just aren't bloody well coming. Apparently I'm only capable fo creativity when I'm lonely and depressed.
Not that I want to go back to all that, mind. I'm quite content with being in Chicago and having friends and such. I'd just like to be happy and still be capable of stringing sentences together, y'know?
Not that I want to go back to all that, mind. I'm quite content with being in Chicago and having friends and such. I'd just like to be happy and still be capable of stringing sentences together, y'know?
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