Respite

It's important for caretakers, guys, truth. I learned that in my nursing class.

So we have a break for a weekend in between the January semester and the normal spring semester, and I am sort of in love with this. I have grand plans to mis-spend my weekend by writing, perhaps, or playing video games, or, as I've done today, going to the barn, cranking out the fanfiction (don't judge me, I've made my peace with my life and it's none of your business, anyway), cleaning up my apartment and watching Top Gear. In about 40 minutes I'm planning on trying to accomplish chili. In any case, I'm relaxed, there's a fire in the fireplace, it's cold and damp and altogether Scottish outside, and I couldn't be happier. If I can't live in Scotland I might as well pretend I do when the weather is cooperative.

In any case, I'm a little discouraged with how my writing's going, anyway. I was re-reading my fanfiction the other day, some really old and dreadful stuff, and it's funny. Like, haha, laugh at it funny. And the story I'm writing now isn't funny, and it's supposed to be, and that bothers me. Normally I'm funny, it's kind of what I do. But for some reason the story is continuing apace and yet it's not funny.

I'm troubled.

I keep telling myself that I'll go back during editing and stuff some funny bits in. But I'm worried that I won't be able to, I won't be able to think of anything funny, and the whole thing will be kind of draggy and stupid. My villain is funny, all the bits with him in are funny, but my main characters aren't. I kind of want to hit them with a pie, maybe that would loosen them up a little bit.

. . . This isn't a bad idea, in retrospect. I mean, one of them is a chef. Surely pies are not far beyond.