Whinging

Lately I’ve just been … well … slipping. I’ve only just managed to get things beta-ed for my author, I had to send an e-mail to the person I owe a banner to telling her that I honestly couldn’t get it done because of all the personal ick going on, and though I’d absolutely love to be working on Soul Searching sequel (it’s been in the works for nearly a year …) I just don’t have much time.   I honestly can’t blame myself, because these last few days/weeks have been a little bit hellish. I know I’m making the right choices in where I put my priorities, I just wish I had an extra hour or two to the day. 

I’m really hoping that things’ll clear up in the next few days and I’ll be able to get to work finishing up that sequel, and then focus on my Denali fic. 

So many plot bunnies, so little time!

I’m putting all graphic production, aside from banners and requests, on haitus for the time being. I’ve spent a glorious two months focusing mostly on that, gotten situated on several amazing forums, and now I need to step back and take a break.

He Cooks Spaghetti and Plays the Saxophone

Second chapter of ››Not With a Bang but With a Whimper is out. I’ve decided to extend it into a series of unrelated one-shots in the point of view of various newborns created during the Southern Wars as well as Victoria’s rampage in Seattle. 

And I’m working on a new fic involving the Denali Clan … I’ve got it all outlined, it’s longer and definitely more detailed than anything I’ve done before. 5000 word minimum chapters. Still writing the first chapter. It’s as long as I want it, and now I’m just … messing about with it. I’m hoping I’ll have it done and beta-ed by the spring/summer. 

I’m really excited about both new writing projects! 

And now I have a goal to write a chapter of Letters to the Dead a Week. It’s five hundred words a week at least, that’s not hard. 

Then again, it is. When I wrote Soul Searching, all the angst was just … easy. I’m in a different place now, it’s been nearly a year. It’s hard to go back to that semi-depressed manic twilight phase that got Soul Searching out, along with 20 + fics, in about three months solid. I should really get organized and figure out a working idea of how long this is, and what the plot will be. 

I FAIL AT PLOTS.

Eh. Enough whingeing!

Instead of writing, which I really should be doing, I entered a wild-card challenge at the Vesperarium. That means by January 27th I need to have made 28 graphics on the theme of the word “ring”.

10 down, 18 to go!

And … I’ve finished Doctor Who (all four seasons and specials). I’m watching Firefly now.

Joss Whedon is amazing! I want Dollhouse to hurry up and premier, so that when I’m done with Firefly I’ll have something of his to watch.

Writer’s Block

If anyone’s wondering just what happened to me on all the sites I submit to, it can be summed up in two phrases. 

Writer’s Block and Lack of Time. 

I’ve never really had too much of a problem with writer’s block before, I suppose I also haven’t been as busy as I am now for a long time. I don’t have nearly as much time as I used to to write. Things would be going very slow in the land of Inklings if I didn’t have a stock of pre-written chapters to edit and then send to my beta for editing.

I’ll be updating some stuff on FanFiction.net, and hopefully finish a one-shot I’m working by Friday.

I’m thinking what to submit to Pel’s site, ramblingsandthoughts.com … I write mostly post-eclipse explorations of Bella and her relations with herself and the Cullen’s once she’s changed, and that’s considered AU in the submissions. I’m digging up anything pre-twilight to eclipse that’s canon and going deep into the editing cave to figure out what would work best. Meh. I think I need an extra hour each day to get things done.

I am still here though, just keeping quiet over on Twilight Archives for the present. If you have requested a banner from me over there, I am working on it, I’ve just been fiendishly busy.

Excuses, excuses.

That was just a two hundred and twenty four word exercise in excuses and whinging.