Massages, I think. I seem to be becoming obsessed with the idea. To the relief of everyone hoping I don't begin infesting their fandom, my brain is still stuck on the OaT track.

Last night I was doing some cleaning out and throwing away and I counted at least 17 uncompleted and unloved stories. I've abandoned quite a few stories unfinished as I've moved from one fandom to another over the years. A fair number in XF of course, but also HL, OaT, and Sen. One thing most of these seem to have in common is that they were intended to have, you know, plot of some sort. There were actually things that would happen, aside from the usual banter-and-smut routine.

I can't remember where I was going with this.

Oh, yeah. Massages. Unfortunately, if memory serves, I think I wrote a massage into an OaT story already. Actually, I think I wrote massages into two OaT stories, but I'm reasonably sure I printed one of them out for the pleasure of shredding it and burning it while reciting curses toward the hardrive upon which it had lived, but that really has nothing to do with the subject at hand which, contrary to appearances, I have not forgotten.

I'm thinking, you know, if you've only got one (two? three?), anyhow...if you've only got a small number of stories out there in a fandom, maybe it would be better if every one of them didn't have the same elements. I mean, how often can you write, "the guys go undercover and then one of them gives the other one a massage" without becoming tedious? Once. If you're lucky. I don't actually remember if the massage scene I posted was tedious or not, but I distinctly remember that it was fun to write.

And, of course, the obvious solution is to write any darned thing I want and just not post it publicly. Like deleting blog entries, or cleaning "stories I really, really hate" off of my web page, it's my right.

Also I'm remembering that writing sex scenes gives me the hives and that swore if I ever, ever, ever wrote more fanfiction, it would not contain explicit smut.

That's a pity. I'm really in the mood to do something involving massages to men with beautiful bodies and, failing that, I'd settle for writing about it.

Not that I'm pretending I have a choice or anything.

This is me, Blogging Without Bile. A very strange sensation.

But I feel very polite.