Obligatory writers-block griping

[krait]

Argh, why am I blocked so hard on the Dave/Sollux thing!?

It's not like I hate it; I just can't seem to make myself open it, never mind read it over and start typing. It's not that I don't know where it's going; there are three possible endings (fairly minor variations) worked out in my head, and I've known them for a while. It's not that I don't want it finished, because frankly it would make my week to finish the thing, and might even make my whole month! It's not even that I've lost interest, because I think about it every day, and every time I visit the kinkmeme I wish I could finish and post the thing!

All I can say is argh.

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[soc_puppet]

OMG I had that exact same problem with Stitch Two Together (Rose/Kanaya knitting fic). I mean, I only had the one ending in mind, but I did know exactly what was going to happen and what I had to write next, and yet the closer I got to it the harder it was to make myself sit down and write the damn thing. Eventually I got to the point where I just made myself plow through it because I wanted that fucking thing done. And then I ended up basically drained/with post-fic blues, which was new for me. Hope you don't get that, by the way; it's quite irritating.

Paul Simon has more on the subject of things getting harder to do the closer you get to the end.

[krait]

The worst part is that I'm not even close to the end! I'm, like, done with the first third, so I still have to write the middle and the end! *facepalming*

Argh.

Post-fic blues sounds awful; I hope you don't have to go through that again! (Hope I don't get it, either... But I think staring at my AO3 account with a new number beside "Works" will be sufficient to stave that off.) :D

I just, well, I really wanted to finish this thing before the meme moved to DW, so I could post it as a 'welcome to DW, we have writers!' thing. Sigh.

[soc_puppet]

:((( Would something like Write Or Die or Written Kitten help? Or hugs? I can do hugs. (No hugs is a perfectly acceptable answer, BTW.)

That's always a good pick-me-up :)

Alas :( Someday, someone will perfect a drug that motivates people to write. Sadly, that day is not today.

[krait]

Maybe I'll try Write or Die. If I can get it to work. (Written Kitten doesn't appear to work for me! I filled the box with 124 words, and nothing happened, even after I set NoScript to allow the page... Bah.)

What I really need is a program called "Open MS Word Or Die". :D It's making myself start that seems to be the hardest!

(On the other hand, the ridiculous Dave/Tavros Weird Alien Puberty Sickfic and the snippet informally known as "Oral Traditions"? Both of them keep sucking me in and the words just pour out! Stupid sickfic thing has gained, like, a hundred subplots that now need to either be ruthlessly sacrificed or else somehow linked up to the initial portion...

Man, linking stuff is where I fall down, every time. It's the issue in the Dave/Sollux -- I have a third of it with the problem being discovered, and I know how it may end, I just can't muster the force of will to write the connection between those!)

[ursula]

Two tricks I'd recommend here:

1) "Just for five minutes": promise yourself that you will close your browser/email and open Word for five minutes by the clock. Set a timer if you have to.

2) Write the ending now. You're excited about it, and writing it may show you which intermediate events are necessary and which seem arduous because they're filler.

[krait]

Thank you!

I'm definitely going to try to write the ending(s) -- that's a thing I do almost all the time, such that I'm actually a little surprised I haven't on this fic. (Maybe because there are three potential endings?) Hopefully it'll at least give me something to steer for! :D

I will have to wait on the "five minutes" till my day off, but I'll try that, too. (Maybe ten minutes?)

So much depends on Other People's Schedules when you don't live alone; it's frustrating! (I could have worked on it tonight, except as I was driving home from work my mother called to tell me we were going out to eat somewhere. So there's two hours sucked into the aether with nothing to show for it except a full stomach...)