butterflyghost

So, this time yesterday, I thought, 'oh no, I shall never write again! My brain is busted forever and ever, I'll have to take to my bed and sulk for the rest of my miserable existence on this earth.' (Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets days - or weeks - like that?)

Anyway, TODAY I had to get up at stupid o clock in the morning, and I wrote A THING. And then, ANOTHER THING.

And then, about noon, I wrote ANOTHER THING.

And I checked, and realised that last week I wrote A THING too.

So, apparently, my brain is not blocked, and I do not have to spend the rest of my miserable life sulking in bed.

Weirdly enough THE THINGS that I have been writing have been gen. Or... actually... does it count as gen if there is no sex, but it's hinted that two men might be in a relationship?

In that case maybe only one of the things I wrote was gen. But definitely no sex in any of them.

I hope to redress the situation. At some stage. Soon, I hope.

Here are the things what I wrote:

Portrait of a Marriage  WIP, but is finished in draft. Won't be an epic, but eventually a happy ending for RayV. Benny, of course, is best man.

Question 589 words, complete, in which Bob (duh) asks Ben a question. Might not like the answer.

Things Our Parents Taught Us 232 words, complete, dialogue only, three conversations between the male leads of dS and respective parents.

The Boots 381 words, complete. Everybody obsesses about the boots.