and this is why I can't have nice things

*tallies word counts*

In the past week, while hanging around the Three Sentence Ficathon, I have written 9,925 words of girl!Arthur/Eames (...that is almost a mini bang, seriously, wtf) and 4,425 words of everything else and the kitchen sink, for a total of 14,350 words. Fourteen thousand words is more than I average a month, generally speaking.

To the left, I have not written a damn thing on my Yuletide fic, my Narnia Big Bang fic, or any of my poor posted and languishing chaptered WIPs. In fact, the only non-ficathon writing I have done is to add 300 words to my freaking GI Joe fixit fic, which pretty much nobody in the universe except me cares about anyway.

*beats head against computer desk*

Why do the words never come when and where I want them to???

proof of concept: GI Joe fic excerpts; also some random blather about Yuletide (lack of) progress

aka pieces of "Five Things That Never Happened to Rex and Ana Lewis (And One That Still Might)" except I am only posting the opening snippets from four of the five AUs, since I haven't started writing the final two sections yet.

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( from part 1 - The Best of All Possible Worlds )

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( from part 2 - Be All That You Can Be )

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( from part 3 - At the Thought of His Immolation )

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( from part 4 - The Line Dividing Good and Evil )

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Sections 1 and 2 are now finished in rough draft and the whole story is a hair over 8,000 words so far. That is pretty much the only thing I worked on today. *sigh*

Well, I did also read the canon for one of my Yuletide recipient's requested fandoms that we did not match on, just in case, since rereading the canon we did match on has been like pulling teeth. I'd forgotten how badly written that canon is on a words-on-the-page level. Also, ye gods, I did not realize at the time I first read it (I was eighteen, what did I know?), but it is the purest, most ridiculously overwrought distillation of manpain that ever manpained, and I have the terrible feeling that the author agrees with the main character that an awesome sex life is genuinely the most important thing that makes a good marriage. Communication? Trust? Laughter and affection and shared values and goals? Pssh, no. It's all about the orgasms. Which, can I just say, "Ick, no, thanks ever so but I think I'll be over here completely and utterly disagreeing with you."

Bleh.

I can still see why I liked the story underneath the manpain and clunky writing, but I am less able to blithely brush past those aspects these days, especially when I am trying to read with an eye to writing fic and thus have to actually pay attention to the fine details of setting and character. *deeper sigh*