Guh

I don't know what the hell is up with my brain lately. I've been on a terrible reading kick, devouring newspapers and books and fanfic like there's no tomorrow. And at night, when I'm trying to sleep, or when I'm at work, for God's sake, a thousand different ideas seem to be going through my brain for stories and articles and fics, which is all well and good.

Except that when I go to write them down, my mind goes blank.

Actually, that's a lie. It doesn't go blank. I just don't feel that I can put what's in my head onto paper adequately. It's annoyingly manic, and I'd be worried it was a symptom of some wanky bipolar-esque disorder, but my mood's absolutely fine. I just feel a profound disappointment that I'm writing stuff and it is absolutely crap and amateurish when I look at it. It's fine being all verbose, but I believe Orwell was right when he said writing should be clear, concise, simple. Maybe I should just spill out the purple prose, then ruthlessly edit it. Except I'm awful at editing. And then I'll ask for a beta/editor and take ten years to get back to them, because I have to edit before the editor sees it, so it's a vicious circle where nothing gets resolved.

Shoot me plzkthnx.