The words, they taunt me...

Ugh. I'm still turning over ideas for titles and I'm coming up empty! At least I've drafted a couple/few more pages of the Kanan reboot, but I want a title, dammit! I've kinf-of-sort-of vowed not to post more of it until I can give it a title and stick the whole shebang over on AO3.

Also, a brilliant plot-bunny hit me this afternoon while I brushed my teeth: "In a show of atheleticism and sexual prowess, Gojyo out-sexes his competition in a bid to win his way into X's bed...and his heart! (X, of course, being a jaded ultra-rich guy.)"

I laughed out loud and got toothpaste all over my mirror.

Anyway, yes, I am still alive and (albeit slowly) writing bits and pieces. I have this theory that it's less "writer's block" and more "writer's constipation" for me: the words just build up and build up and I get more and more frustrated with the metaphorical pressure in my brain, thinking how I should be writing, how I've got these ideas but the words just don't come right, and when I can finally get the damn things out again it's painful and cathartic in a way I can't quite explain except by scatological comparison. (Never has the phrase "brain dump" been so apt. Smelly and apt.)

~later