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All right. Normally I whine about working (or not working) on Black Ribbon, but today I get to whine about working (or not working) on the Fairwood Files, because I have three chapters and an outline due tomorrow. I think. I'll have to check the syllabus and pray that I'm just remembering that wrong. However, knowing Crunk, I'm probably not. If anyone's interested, I'll post some of it tomorrow under a friends lock. Otherwise, I'll probably just take it to writer_girls (again, under a lock).

It's a children's mystery/fantasy series, so outlining is key--I have to figure out who my villain is and what they've stolen (in this case) and why. I have a pretty vaguish-good idea, but... fnarrr. I just have this thing lately where... it's not like traditional writer's block. It's not that I don't know what to say. It's that I know, and I'm afraid to sit down and say it. I don't know what I'm afraid of, but I've had a hell of a time with this in everything I've wanted to write for months now. I keep reciting stories in my head, and adding onto them in daydreams and as I fall asleep at night, but.. I just can't bring myself to sit down at the keyboard and type them up. Which is weird, because y'all know how freehanded I am with the journal entries and all. (I've given up on longhand because I can't get things down fast enough anymore.) So I don't know what to do. Fnarrr.

Wisdom teeth: You know how a broken leg hurts? Yeah? Well, then it starts to heal and the pain settles down from you, semi-conscious from blistering, searing pain to you, trying to shove a coathanger down your cast. Yeah. That's the point I'm at now. AHHHHHHHH.