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tamingthemuseTitle: Gonna do it
Fandom: Original
Prompt: 200 - Blood, Sweat and Hysterics
Rating: G
Why do I always wait until Saturday night? It’s ten at night and I need to get up at six in the morning. I’m going to have to write the first thing that comes to mind. I think I’m going to kill these mods. What the hell does surplus mean anyways? I’m going to have to look it up then finish it.
Shit why did I have f my life open while I was suppose to be doing my taming of the muse story? That was dumb. Twenty more minutes down the drain and I’m not even sure what I want to write on. Should it be fandom? Should it be original? Fuck I can never decide.
My eyes, staring at a screen for twenty minutes does that to you. Why is the little line blinking at me like that? Maybe it’s mocking me for being the uncreative bastard it knows I am. I should have stuck to icons contests. They were a lot easier to finish. Then again I promised myself I was going to start writing more. This makes me right something once a week. I’d be a lot more inactive with my actual writing if I didn’t do it, but still. I’m sweating from the stress over here.
Alright, random fandom decided on and the words have started flowing. Lots of adjectives and flowery description will help this go along faster. God I need to stop checking the word count. It hasn’t gotten to three hundred yet and I’m already panicking. It’s at about the half way point and I’m starting to loose steam. Why does this always happen to me?
Aim was still on. That’s another twenty minutes completely forgotten and useless. Worse of all I’m not spoiled for the finale of Supernatural and Lost. Not that I really watched Lost, but if I ever did, I now know how it ends to the very last detail. Supernatural sounded sort of cool though and it makes me want to go find the episode in my DVR and watch it, but that’s a very bad idea.
Now it’s almost midnight and I’m still working on this piece. Who decided on five hundred words huh? Why couldn’t it be something like two fifty. I do pretty good at getting to that point, but figuring out how much to write to make it five hundred is a pain in the ass. I need to just breath and stop panicking. The story is panning out and doesn’t seem like complete shit. Best yet I’m past four hundred words and that makes my heart beat slow down a few paces. I just need a couple more words. Oh I could use a similar there and make it work.
Alright, past the five hundred word point and I need to wrap this up in some way that makes sense. I’m almost there and I can post any minute. Must not forget to post it. I’m going to get four hours of sleep tonight and it sure the hell better not be for nothing.
It is posted. It’s done and I feel so much better. No idea what number week I’m on anymore, but the thrill of keeping going makes me it all worth it.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: 200 - Blood, Sweat and Hysterics
Rating: G
Why do I always wait until Saturday night? It’s ten at night and I need to get up at six in the morning. I’m going to have to write the first thing that comes to mind. I think I’m going to kill these mods. What the hell does surplus mean anyways? I’m going to have to look it up then finish it.
Shit why did I have f my life open while I was suppose to be doing my taming of the muse story? That was dumb. Twenty more minutes down the drain and I’m not even sure what I want to write on. Should it be fandom? Should it be original? Fuck I can never decide.
My eyes, staring at a screen for twenty minutes does that to you. Why is the little line blinking at me like that? Maybe it’s mocking me for being the uncreative bastard it knows I am. I should have stuck to icons contests. They were a lot easier to finish. Then again I promised myself I was going to start writing more. This makes me right something once a week. I’d be a lot more inactive with my actual writing if I didn’t do it, but still. I’m sweating from the stress over here.
Alright, random fandom decided on and the words have started flowing. Lots of adjectives and flowery description will help this go along faster. God I need to stop checking the word count. It hasn’t gotten to three hundred yet and I’m already panicking. It’s at about the half way point and I’m starting to loose steam. Why does this always happen to me?
Aim was still on. That’s another twenty minutes completely forgotten and useless. Worse of all I’m not spoiled for the finale of Supernatural and Lost. Not that I really watched Lost, but if I ever did, I now know how it ends to the very last detail. Supernatural sounded sort of cool though and it makes me want to go find the episode in my DVR and watch it, but that’s a very bad idea.
Now it’s almost midnight and I’m still working on this piece. Who decided on five hundred words huh? Why couldn’t it be something like two fifty. I do pretty good at getting to that point, but figuring out how much to write to make it five hundred is a pain in the ass. I need to just breath and stop panicking. The story is panning out and doesn’t seem like complete shit. Best yet I’m past four hundred words and that makes my heart beat slow down a few paces. I just need a couple more words. Oh I could use a similar there and make it work.
Alright, past the five hundred word point and I need to wrap this up in some way that makes sense. I’m almost there and I can post any minute. Must not forget to post it. I’m going to get four hours of sleep tonight and it sure the hell better not be for nothing.
It is posted. It’s done and I feel so much better. No idea what number week I’m on anymore, but the thrill of keeping going makes me it all worth it.
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Date: 2010-05-27 03:05 am (UTC)