cinaed

...mostly because when you're writing fanfic, you already know how the characters will react to other people and various scenarios, and you already know their character voice.

I am working on an original story. Tis only 900 words and it's taken me days to get that much, because this main character a) insists on being in first person, which I'm not used to, and b) has a very distinct voice.

*kicks story and mutters*

...Though I suppose it's still better than studying for my finals. *grin*

*looks at the novel I am trying to write, which is still not even a page, though I have 20 pages worth of notes on the world and characters*

...I need to take my Inner Editor behind the house and shoot it. Write and when I'm done, you can tear it apart, inner me! Just not now! A single sentence doesn't need to be agonized over for an entire half-hour! C'mon!

Well, we seem to have been adopted by a kitty. An adorable one that's...sleeping in my closet. She/he/it just waltzed into our garage the other day and decided to stay. And then decided to come into my house and sleep in my room. Callie and Maggie are unamused, but Mom thinks it's the cutest thing ever. We called the animal shelter and so far no one's reported a black cat missing. Methinks Mom wants to keep it.

Meanwhile, tomorrow I have to go to the school and get my HS transcripts sent over to Radford, and do other stuff that's escaped my brain (something about the Salvation Army and, er, stuff). And then I have to pack and get ready to go back to the hellhole that is Randolph-Macon Woman's. *sighs* I have a new room with a friend, but I am not looking forward to dealing with my crazy ex-roommate for the next semester.

I'm also frustrated with writing. All I can do now is fanfiction, not original, and it's driving me nuts. How am I ever supposed to accomplish anything if I can't finish a single story that are made up of my characters? I need a recorder, because I say what I want to write and it sounds good, but I go blank as soon as my fingers touch the keyboard and I can't type anything. Argh. And I want to write something. It's this deep frustration that's buried in my chest like a knot and just increases when I touch the keyboard until my kunckles are aching from repressed writing.... Like now. Ow.... *rubs fingers* Guess my rant's over.