Having yet another hi-my-brain-is-swiss-cheese-and-I'm-loopy day.
Feeling kinda twitchy because a writing project that I was working on has up and died in my head. It's happened more than once . . . I'll get an idea, do character profiles, come up with a general outline, start writing-- and then about thirty pages in it'll all go 'ha ha' and wink out. When it stays with me I'll end up with something like In the Darkness Find Me, which I'm very proud of (query letters will be sent out this Friday!) and sometimes the once-dead ideas will come back.
I've heard from more than one writer that you just have to sit down and make yourself write, but I tend to go with the other school of thought-- if you
force it, it will be crap. I know this to be true for myself at least, because I've tried, and it was crap. ;-) Something else will come along. It's still frustrating, though.
Ah well. I'm better at collaborative projects. *G*
Anyway.
Was looking for a movie to watch yesterday night and I saw the box for Quills. I've only seen it once, about three or four years ago, because it made me cry and I keep thinking that one of these days I really should watch it again but I can't quite steel myself because I know it's gonna put me through the wringer.
Considering that, why do I even own it?

Yeah. That would be why.
You know what? There is too much blood in my sugarstream. That's the explanation for all this.