Oh, coffee, why have you forsaken me ...
Mar. 18th, 2005 10:33 amMy coffee has turned against me, I feel vaguely sick :S
I have all these story ideas in my head, and they're all ... *festering*, flailing their arms about and I'm fully enjoying letting them play out in my head but I can't seem to make the words fall into place like I want them to.
Often I find that when I want to write something it's like when I want to say something in Korean. I got what I want to say in my head, I even have an intimate enough knowledge of the language that I should be able to get what's in my head to come out of my mouth in a relatively coherent manner. But when I actually *open* my mouth to say what I want, the words scatter and escape me and I'm left completely mute :/
During my lunch-break I'm thinking I'll give a shot to my Scenes from a Strip Show idea (I have an actual *title*, this is also very rare), which is gonna be like a *totally* gratuitious bit of smut. But hell, that's what I do *g*
I have all these story ideas in my head, and they're all ... *festering*, flailing their arms about and I'm fully enjoying letting them play out in my head but I can't seem to make the words fall into place like I want them to.
Often I find that when I want to write something it's like when I want to say something in Korean. I got what I want to say in my head, I even have an intimate enough knowledge of the language that I should be able to get what's in my head to come out of my mouth in a relatively coherent manner. But when I actually *open* my mouth to say what I want, the words scatter and escape me and I'm left completely mute :/
During my lunch-break I'm thinking I'll give a shot to my Scenes from a Strip Show idea (I have an actual *title*, this is also very rare), which is gonna be like a *totally* gratuitious bit of smut. But hell, that's what I do *g*