Fickle muses
Well, actually my muses seem to work on an interesting cycle. When they're running hot, the fic writing and plot bunnies come thick as thieves and flow onto the page as quickly as possible. Other times (like now) the writing almost hurts as the words won't come out easily, and the plot ideas almost get stuck in the idea doorway, all trying to get out together. And if that severely mangled metaphore doesn't convince you, nothing will...
Still, at least I got my Death By ficathon entry written a week before it's due. I just need to get it beta-ed and looked over now. I'll probably work on a few more drabbles later, in an attempt to get myself up and running once more.
That, and get another lyrics quiz ready for tomorrow. :) And as I haven't memed you nice people for a few days, here's one I prepared earlier (thanks to 
foenix):
I blame the low percentage on the stupid ocean.
