Keen Eddie - what a surprise.
Nov. 23rd, 2005 04:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarrenMy brain has like, completely stalled on Keen Eddie. This is a totally bizarre sensation. And it's not that I want to obsessively find every fic every written, I don't.
I want to write it. I wrote like this scene/ficlet/whatever on impulse the other night (there were painkillers involved) and now I have SEVEN more scenes I want to do. It was four when I left the house this morning. I wrote some dialogue for five and six while playing scrabble with my Grandma today, and thought of where I want to go for seven driving home from afternoon tea with my Dad.
This has never happened to me before. Explains why I never wrote much, I suppose.
My brain feels weird.
I want to write it. I wrote like this scene/ficlet/whatever on impulse the other night (there were painkillers involved) and now I have SEVEN more scenes I want to do. It was four when I left the house this morning. I wrote some dialogue for five and six while playing scrabble with my Grandma today, and thought of where I want to go for seven driving home from afternoon tea with my Dad.
This has never happened to me before. Explains why I never wrote much, I suppose.
My brain feels weird.
