
Someone gave me feedbacks yesterday for a couple of fics that I wrote almost three years ago which made me ridiculously and giddily happy. Mostly because I didn't think anyone would read anything that far back, and it was just, you know, totally unexpected. Hee, and apparently she liked them too :D
So, anyway, I took a look at those fics because I've quite forgotten what they were about, and I was like, did I really write those? Not that they're masterpieces or anything, but except for some drabbles here and there, and maybe a couple of short ficlets, I could hardly write anything now. Gosh, I'm having trouble stringing two sentences together and there I was, writing stories, with plots mind you, and they were more than 1000 words long. I was awesome! ( tongue firmly in cheek of course *g* ). It was like I was somebody else then.
I'm writing something with a friend, and it was started more than a year ago, but I'm stuck, I'm stuck. I looked at it the other day but the muse is just -- gone. But I will get to it. One of these days. Soon. Ish.
I think the main problem is ( not that it's exactly a *problem* ), there are so many good stuff to read, and I can't concentrate on writing when my mind keeps going to that fic or verse or epic or WIP. So I guess I'm just more of a reader than a writer. It's just that when I look at my old fics, it feels like - could I ever write again?
*sighs*