Identity crisis ahoy!

I wrote almost 900 words yesterday. That might not sound like much and, given that I finished NaNoWriMo in 2006, in the greater scheme of things, it probably isn't - but it feels like a big deal.

Part of the problem has been the RSI, to the point where I know if I get carried away at work and type a lot in one go (and always quickly, because since I can touch-type, that's what I do), I'll inevitably suffer for it later. Usually while I'm supposed to be asleep the following night, which is no fun with the burning sensations etc.

I have to admit knowing the likely consequences has made me extremely wary of sitting down to type at home as well (or it could just be a complete cop-out reason on my part), and combined with my general lack of interest in anything this has meant I just haven't written anything much in longer than I care to think about... If it wasn't for the fact that the lovely Marian is doing her last (say it's not so!) Wild Wild West zine this MW, I don't know what it would have taken to get me going again even to this small extent.

And I think I have an interesting idea that I really want to explore, which again is something I haven't been able to generate for a while, particularly (alas!) in SG-1: there's only so many 'angst, angst, resolution, hijinks ensue!' stories a girl can cope with. Other than that, in recent months, the plots, they are just not that good. And if you're a writer and you can't even think of a half-decent idea, then what use are you? Eek, identity crisis!

Mediocre plots + lack of interest/motivation + RSI = unhappy and frustrated Grac. :(

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Happy birthday bluster! :)