I sit down and think about it and really I've only been writing for a few months. This is my first/only fandom. I only have a handful of stories to my name.
All that is nothing compared to most of the authors I read and a lot of the ones I dont who have been known for a long while and unkonwn for even longer.
It's weird because I sit here and think about the number of plot bunnies in my head, and possible stories and I just roll my eyes. I don't want to write the funny/happy AU. I don't want to write the schmoopy fic where everyone gets what they want. I've written the fic where Chris is broken and Joey fixes him. I have or could because more of the same resides in my head.
I want to write what I feel. What's burried deep inside me. I want to rip Chris apart and leave him broken. I want Joey to hate himself because he can't fix Chris. I want the humor and the snark to be laden with pain and anger. I don't want schmoop, I don't want happy.
But I can't write it. It hurts too much.
All that is nothing compared to most of the authors I read and a lot of the ones I dont who have been known for a long while and unkonwn for even longer.
It's weird because I sit here and think about the number of plot bunnies in my head, and possible stories and I just roll my eyes. I don't want to write the funny/happy AU. I don't want to write the schmoopy fic where everyone gets what they want. I've written the fic where Chris is broken and Joey fixes him. I have or could because more of the same resides in my head.
I want to write what I feel. What's burried deep inside me. I want to rip Chris apart and leave him broken. I want Joey to hate himself because he can't fix Chris. I want the humor and the snark to be laden with pain and anger. I don't want schmoop, I don't want happy.
But I can't write it. It hurts too much.