That is the big question. I don’t know what to write, but I know I’m ready to abandon the crutches and this bulky Velcro strapped splint on my leg (<–this is a metaphor for writing).
I’ll say it here, because only those who actually give a shit about me outside of ff, will read my blog: I’ve become disillusioned with fanfic; so much so that I don’t know if I’ll even be able to finish the few WIPs I still bother to read. I won’t go on and on about the specifics. I don’t like to waste words.
I will probably write fiction.
It may or may not be funny.
I will use the word “cunt” whenever I feel like it.
There will be awkward and realistic sex.
I will write from a place of emotional honesty and realism.
No protagonist will have any incarnation of red hair (until I’m thoroughly RPatz purged)
While I’m at it, I will avoid like bubonic plague any reference to Twi-inspired character names, events and locations.
There may be vampires, but they will never sparkle, and they will always be evil. Just as the great sky-bully intended.