On the Matter of My Muse, or Writing is Promiscuous

[scribblemyname]

The inside of my head is screaming with stories.

Shutting them up to quiet the floodgates, to open the pen to one and only one, shuts out all the voices, and I whimper as I wonder how many will flood back in if I open the door just the tiniest crack.

I open it. The first one in gets written. It may not be yours. It may not be due. It may not be the story I wanted to write. But it’s the one I can take in without greeting all its brothers and sisters and relatives with open arms.

Comments

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

Should I apologize or stop posting prompts?

I was actually wanting to find another Vred one or maybe something else specific to someone again. Oops.

[scribblemyname]

Post away. I'm just midfic. More fills today.

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

More fic!

Yay!

[scribblemyname]

Ah. This post. Actually it's the bigger fics, Kingdoms and Thorn, A Game for the Gods, Collateral Damage, and a dozen others.

[blamesthepen.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay. I understand the sentiment. I'm almost kicking myself for allowing Alik to talk to me again. Not that I stopped him, but once he gets started...