Okay. This has been a long time coming, but for some reason I decided to write it now.

Those of you who read this Livejournal only because I occasionally pimp my fic in it, or because they want to know when I update, or because they want to know why the Hell I haven't updated anything recently: just in case you people actually exist, I apologize for the non-arrival of pretty much everything to do with my fanfiction over the last few months. I know there's been a problem and I know I need to sort it. And I'm trying.

The problem? Real-world issues too boring to go into here. I've let a lot of them slip on this journal as it is. The condensed version is I'm having problems at my work placement, which have caused knock-on problems with my college, which is causing knock-on problems with my assessments, which is causing knock-on problems with my finances, which is causing knock-on problems with my health. I'm extremely stressed and anxious a lot of the time at the moment and am taking refuge in obscene acts of gratuitous fangirlism, because it makes harsh reality that one bit easier for me to deal with.

The end result of all that is a fairly simple one and it runs thusly:

100-Foot Writer's Block.

I'm not uninspired. I've got plenty of ideas. The fics I'm writing genuinely excite me. But can I actually settle down and write them? Can I Hell. Actually sitting down and writing, at present, is like trying to pull teeth. Or rather, like trying to pull those two irritatingly decayed teeth I had in my top jaw, that clung on for grim death and required a whole load of poking, prodding and general yankage before they would decide to see things the oral surgeon's way. It's requiring a lot of time and patience and some rather unpleasant surgical implements.

In short, I'm finding most of my creative endeavors, as of late, have been rewarded by little more than frustration of the 'Six hours later, I hadn't written a thing...' school. I want to write but for some reason I can't. Hence the whole 100-Foot Writer's Block thing, I guess.

Either I can't write for shit at the moment, or I could never write for shit and I'm just now cluing into this. ONOZ, tortured emo artist fanficcer whine.

Anyway.

I'm trying to get round this. I'm playing with and adding to some rather old original fics I have no intention of posting due to being derivative as fuck simply for the sake of saying I'm writing something. I'm generally doing what I can to either scale or demolish my particular 100-Foot Writer's Block. But, being that the bastard thing is 100 foot high, this might take me a little time. I'll keep trying, but it might take a bit of time to achieve.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Problem is, I have no idea precisely when that'll be. Sometime soon, with any luck, but just because I personally want to to be sometimes soon (like tomorrow) I can't guaruntee anything of the sort. All I can do is keep trying.

Sorry.