It's interesting but rather disturbing: I can't write. At least, nothing that is longer than, oh, 500 words. I started writing the long-time overdue review for
maderr's Prisoner, and although it's perfect in my head, it won't come out. The sentences are not right and just nothing fits.
It's the same with anything remotely fictional. I want to write - hell, I've been putting off my three short stories since December! - but it doesn't work. I stare at the screen, in my head the characters run around and do what they are supposed to do, but my brain is busy with staring at the screen.
I think the thesis broke me.
And it's not as if Muse would shut up. Nope. She's been very busy last week, brought me two new bunnies. I really wish she would stop
doing that!
( One isn't even a bunny but more like one scene and I have no idea what to do with it! )After that scene and its participants vanished, I tried for something else. Some Cinderella-like story, perhaps? And voilà, there are Adina and Beliza, beautiful and not-so-nice sisters. There is Coryn, average looking younger brother whose only saving grace in Society is that he can read people and Society has learnt to not anger him, or he accidentally on purpose spills their secrets. Then, there is Prince Merrick, returned from his three-year-journey through the empire on which his father the emperor has sent him. But Merrick hasn't returned alone. There is a foreign mage with him, and it takes Coryn only one glance to know that they are lovers.
Not much better, that one. Can somebody please tell me why lately almost all of stories want to be threesomes? That mage totally wasn't
planned, but once Merrick showed up, there he was. Now I have to somehow get Coryn together with these guys. But Coryn is shy, and he can't look at the prince and his mage because he sees things he really shouldn't see and they embarrass him. There's one talk to the mage but once that's over ... what?
And of course Muse has wandered off and wants me to write Breaking Heart is Hard to Do.
Which doesn't work, because brain is busy staring at screen.
I think Someone - or Something - is laughing at me.