Thy name is Deadbeat.

Oh, hey! Look, an actual post on the actual day I'm writing it.

Really, I'm going to try and get into this blogging business. Mostly because I have so much going on in my head that if I don't start writing some of it out, it's going to make me crazy.

I had another blog, which I super infrequently (maybe four times) updated. But I decided I like blogger. Blogger doesn't make me feel like I should be important to blog. Tumblr makes me feel like I should be saying something...useful. Or frequently posting. I don't know. I just can't handle the pressure and eventually succumb to my inner madness which just leads me to not post at all.

So here I am. Hoping to improve the odds.

I'm at 393,000 words. So things are going pretty kick ass on that front. Yes, I am still spending too much time looking at excel sheets. But they're so damn...distracting!

Just because I'm making word progress doesn't necessarily count as progress in my book though. I have two Doctor Who fics going right now. Both similar to each other, in the fact that they're going to end up with an original character hooking up with a canon character (I know that makes me the worst kind of fanfic writer in the world, but oh well. I can't help it!) But one is all third person, and the other one, which I'm getting more and more sucked into, switches between third and first.

First person is something I had never tried before, and I have to say, it's really addicting. It's probably because I'm giving her so much of my own voice it feels like a rambling dialogue that might come out of my own head. Which is completely self indulgent. But hey. I'm not a writing saint by any means.

But in addition to that, I'm also finding myself more and more interested into delving into why the Master is the way he is. I went into this fiction just thinking, "The Master's a total bad guy, because he is. Or because he's crazy. Whatever. But I like him as a character...because John Simm is hot... so let's make that happen."

I know, some real inspirational work there.

I can't help that all of my ideas don't actually stem from anything poetical, or...you know. Impressive.

Anyway. So now, instead of writing a chapter for one. And then moseying back to the other story to write a chapter there. I sort of, wrote a chapter, and another, and then more drafts, and a broader outline. All of them on the one story.

I did get back to my other story. But well, now I'm writing a few chapters further along than what I should be working on.

I think it's just because I decided that I would put some 'episodes' in from the show, and I convinced myself it would be easy to totally destroy them, because, hey, I'm making things up. But my inner editor is fighting me every step of the way. Yes, yes. I know that's not what happened, but remember when you gave yourself artistic license to change it? You knew it was going to be different, why are you all of the sudden distraught about it?!?

So yeah. I feel a bit stuck. And it's easy to just go back to the writing that I'm enjoying right now(until I hit a tremendous brick wall there as well). Of course, that's the lazy way to go about things. What a coincidence that I'm suuuuuper lazy!

I'll get there. It just seems more fun to whine about it and not push through it. For now, until grown up writer shows up and kicks my ass into gear.

Hey, maybe you'll get to hear about that when I update in the next week? Or, possibly. A year from now. It's always hard to tell with me.