Actually, I was just complaining about that, to a degree; when I start writing something, whether or not I have any particular idea of where the story is going it will never come out the way I thought it might have/should have. Everything changes on me, sometimes in an instant. To that end, I suppose it’s difficult for me to rip someone off considering I can’t even write to my own specs, let alone anyone else’s. D:
I tend to write if I have ideas. if I don’t, then I don’t write. :P
Oh, I always have ideas. I’ve never had issue with that. It’s translating said ideas to words that trips me up. And even though I didn’t write fic for the longest time I used to get ideas. I was just more inclined to write original stuff, that was all. XD
I tend to let my backbrain do all the processing, tossing things around like a big ol’ tumbledryer until it presents me with completed scenes or lines, or even just an evocative two-worder (eg: “Caged safe”) Then I scribble it down and rinse & repeat until I have the feel for the fic, then I start paddling about and playing with it. My main issue is bitching at my brain because, despite appearances, I pay attention to word placement and sentence structure and the whole atmosphere and feels they are designed to invoke, so when my brain becomes a mulish shit, I tend to screech and throw things at it and demand it word thing better make now.
But I never actually post shit unless I know how it ends. So yes. I am an ‘orrible cunt sitting on the finales to a handful of wips. Mwah. Mwahahaa.
I lead a rich and fucked up fantasy life.
(also regurgineering sounds like the name of an aussie pub band. I’m actually laughing my arse off IRL)
PUB CRAWL TIME. …leave your vomit at the door.
I REFUSE TO ENGAGE UPON A PUB CRAWL. It would involve getting up and putting on pants. Screw you pants, I have rum here, and I have bbq shapes, and I have a full fucking wheel of brie. I have no need of your entrouserment.