I'M A-FUCKING-LIVE

Yes. Terribly sorry about the caps and all that, folks.

When I say I'm alive...I mean, that shouldn't come as a shock to most of you. Some of you have even met me, and know that I'm not just an animated corpse (only after a few too many).

What I really mean, is that my fic-writing-self is alive. And it's been sort of dormant for a while now. Weeks on end of opening Word and then, at the end of the night, closing Word again, not a single line having been written.

And then ::BAM:: 21,383 words of fic in...three days? Bugger me! Not just written, either..POSTED, people, fuckin' posted.

This is thanks, in no small part, to wiccagal_1996 who's been my sounding board for the last couple of days.

I just feel so bloody inspired!

I would like to point out that for the last two days I have also been back on caffeine. Not much of it, I grant you - only three or so mugs a day...but still. This worries me. I don't want my brain to consist entirely of caffeine. But it helps my schizophrenia - I don't mean that literally, I mean...when I'm writing my characters actually take me over. I hear them, they control me. When I finish writing I'm out of breath, I ache, I feel what they feel. So today I bought some more decaff (the only reason I've been back on the caff is cos I'd got no decaff at work) and I guess tomorrow we'll see if it was all a coincidence or not.

If it isn't...I don't know what to do. And that scares me.