two hilarious sith reviews

This one is by mistful.

And this one is by astolat.

*cackles*

whatever happened to writing?

My erstwhile fandom cronies have scattered into the seventeen directions of the wind. gabbyhope has given up the writing but is happy and doesn't mind. sheldrake is stricken by blockage. azewewish seems gripped by the nostalgia I feel at odd intervals and is now reposting the fic from doom (that would be the one that wrung my heart and sucked me into lotrips so deep I'm still reeling for oxygen). thejennabides hasn't penned a fic in ages.

Others, though, sail blithely from fandom to fandom, posting fic and collecting feedback as if it were the most natural thing in the world (as, indeed, it was for me once). For instance, resonant8 and julad.

And now evenbadgermonkey, the first and the most determined (and the most missed!!) abscondrix of them all, is turning out fic gems at the rate of warp speeds and pondering new fandoms!!!

I have the blockage of posting. But I am not happy about it. I want to post. And I want to finish fic. And I want to be able to throw little fics out into the ether at the same time as chipping away at that big block of opus of brain-eating opus of mine. I want the fluidum of yore! And the feedback! I find my barren LJ state frustrating. But then, the strange spasm of the heart that set in when I skimmed over Brenda's reposting of F&G and the way I ran off to dig up my print-out of the one and only original F&G made me realise that my reading, too, has changed. I do not read with the same breathless passion and need. Altthough I am still finding fics that I enjoy hugely and discovering writers who are wonderful. But it doesn't make me write, and it used to.

Grr. How do people cope with huge long wippy fics that go on forever and ever and gobble up their cortices?