How To Beat Planetary Pinball

Not again

At first I thought it was the absence of Mayu what progress stagnated Are not you dead yet, but now it is for everything always happens to me and is very heavy.
A new stimulus falls in a lot of new ideas, few survive the passage of Diaye some survive long, even years.
The point is that, putting aside the history that lies ever written in my mind since I was 16 or maybe before, I have many ideas, both original and for fanfics, but I feel this score to settle with Aren 't it hurts and costs. The end is written, perhaps that was the mistake, fearing he would forget me when I saw my brother to usurp the machine the day I woke up thinking about it, write it down in a notebook, I almost never do that maybe you should not do it again. Now I stay for hours looking at the blank screen and every sentence that achievement seems to go away, I have a very high level for Are not and I will not ruin the very end. I'm my worst critic and an error is unacceptable, especially of that caliber, dull and lifeless, this is not an end to my fic.
And new ideas are bubbling to invade me, one is here to a very high level, has a title and all, the title is the last thing I think when a story gains title, I can not let go, it's like giving a name yet son. How lucky of the matter is that this story is-strangely-meant purely and exclusively for comic relief that is not yet.
More ideas are for fics than anything else, the constant turbulence of Lost Canvas crazy and my brain too bombarded with emotions and ideas, many ideas. It's good, because this series managed to re-draw and somewhat revived me, but bad because when I want to concentrate on ideas and trying to transcribe something ... nothing, silence.
Meanwhile, the time that the word is laughing at me with a blank page, I weave amigurumis and break my little fingers, is a way to relieve stress, but the fact that what I love to write and I are filling these violent blockades, especially being so near the end of a fic. Given that do not finish a long fic, which I now hold this mysterious blockade seems like a joke in bad taste. Much

rant, I wanted to write much, I love the feel of the keys to the fastest down under my finger is so exciting ... if only I could write what I u__u

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