May the Fourth Be With You!

[gen_is_gone]

I am filled with the need write things. Nothing particularly coherent, just things. Like Kate Stewart getting into shouting matches about appropriating alien tech with Phil Coulson. Or oddball-coping-with-trauma domestic fluff between Martin and Trash post True Talents. Or the incredibly weird thing on the backburner about elves based on specific actors who've been exiled for whatever reason from Faerie and who are running around screwing with humans for kicks.

Or worldbuilding like an actual writer who writes things daily and doesn't fucking procrastinate all the time. Or working on the D&D campaign I'm supposedly DMing sometime this summer which I've planned for a grand total of Not At All. Or even drawing some half-decent fanart that I put effort into for once. Or something.

Summer has started and I have a week before official job-hunting begins. I have this time more or less to myself to write, and yet all I can do is mope around and wait for someone else to finish writing something I desperately want to read.

/whines.