There are few things more disconcerting than having the JCC of Latter Day Organized Nuisances show up at your door while you're struggling with an uncooperative sex scene.

I'm just saying.

I don't feel a bit badly that they stood out there, shouting Have A Nice Day through the door I closed in their faces. Passive-aggressive twerps.

They broke my hard-won train of thought and I'm very bitter.

Sigh. I'm about done trying to make a more palatable pig's ear out of this pig of a story. I'm pretty sure it's just time to admit that I've lost the battle. I've added three or four thousand words, here and there, to flesh out the slash story, but it remains a hopeless mess.

Ah well. I said I was looking forward to the return to the land of PWP anyhow. Maybe it's time to put on my travelling shoes.