I was chugging along just fine, trying to finish my original novel. It’s at around 100,000 words now–very decent length. It’s getting towards the end, the first part of the last act, or maybe the very, very end of the penultimate act. But close. So close I can almost taste it.
Then, I very foolishly picked up the DVD for Sherlock, Season 2, and fell in fangirlish love all over again. Could do nothing but rewatch the episodes over and over again. For two weeks. (Seriously, two weeks). Writing did not get done.
So, then I thought, “Well, maybe I just need to get it out of my system. I’ll write a quick fanfic or two, burn it all out and get bored of it again, and then I’ll be able to go back to my original novel, which I started in November.” Sure, sounds like just the thing.
No, nope, nuh uh.
I have a completely porn-tastic smut in the works–it’s not even finished, and I start this epically long (massively long, dear readers), novel-in-its-own-right Sherlock/John story. I started it today, and I’m already 2500 words in. (I rarely, if ever write that much in one day. Not even on weekends. And today is Tuesday! I’m at work! I did it on my lunch break!)
And then, and then… What did I do? I’m eating my three o’clock snack and it hits me.
This completely, totally, irrevocably silly idea of Sherlock asking Jim from IT (before he knew it was Jim Moriarty, totally bonkers serial killer) out on a date. I was literally cracking up at my desk. (Thank god no one was around to see me laugh at my own musings. There would have been questions).
It’s not stopping. I can’t burn it out of my system. Sherlock has completely taken over my brain.
Help me. Please.
P.S.: I will post the stories after they’re edited. I even have a beta. 😀
P.P.S: I also need Sherlock icons. Gods help me.