cimorene

there are plots floating around in my head and colliding. this is not producing the usual result of one of them demanding to be written--it just makes my head hurt. maybe i will take some ibuprofen. am thinking blond thoughts all of a sudden and also about the outer corners of a boy's eyes, which are very nice, but rarely get any attention. eyelashes+water=way overused; must not return to that. and then there's dom/billy and the orli-gets-dehydrated plot that was going to use lij as an extra character without any sexual tension between them. now also have mutliple nsync plots. that star trek iv plot bunny that won't leave me alone since last summer. vague thoughts about cars and spaghetti, and imagination. and the power of--something. my subconscious is churning. am not in a fic-writing-worthy state yet, for anything but crap or smut-schmoop, which i do like, rather, but. but. feel my writing has been going downhill from "burn": "kiss," "arkansas," "home" and the birthday het vampire story were all worse. and i know this is because of not trying. i have story-feelers. i have to use them to prevent stories from unbalancing themselves and coming out the wrong shape.

damn, i sound like--i need to go to bed.

right after this greek homework.

[edit- i suck and i hate my computer. going to turn it off. then i'll be able to work. oh the pain.]