I feel like I'm back in college, where I had to keep asking my tutors for extensions on deadlines so I wouldn't have to hand in unfinished essays. Only now, I'm the one setting deadlines, which you'd think would make it easier to meet them. Apparently not. But I know most of you friended me for the stories, and I desperately want to tell them, so I am trying. It feels like there's some sort of blockage, and if I just bang away at it long enough, eventually it'll come loose and the words will start flowing again.
Or maybe I just need to start locking myself in an empty room with no internet connection so I'll have nothing to do but write. Argh.
Anyway, fic of some sort tomorrow morning. It may will be short and nonsensical, but it will be there for you to read, because really. This has gone on long enough, and I'm fed up with myself. As are you as well, I'm sure. My apologies. I'll try to do better in the future.