Hey, that's my corpse!
Well, not my corpse, but the corpse of the thread that I started. I'm it's mother . . . it's neglectful, horrible mother who let it go to the graveyard . . .
*absorbing guilt trip*
*resigned silence*
*several counselling sessions later*
I've brought Miss Vickies and peanut butter cups. Also my Damien Rice CDs. I just want it noted that my therapist says this isn't healthy. (If I were to consult a nutritionist, think of the scolding then.)
It's not as if I don't want to complete my stories. I do. But look at the bed I've made for myself. There's LoTE Lex, who's trying so hard to be a good man when he probably shouldn't care at all. There's Trauma Lex who I've been flaying on the altar of Chloe's mental breakdown. There's Lex from Acceptable Wisdom and Nudge, who is so deliciously jealous. In Onyx I have Lex, obstinate fellow that he is, and his serious counterpart Siris. You know I love a complicated man. And Seth has been wagging handcuffs and a few other things at me. I have the stalkery Lex of Witness Protection and For the Record. I have the devoted married Lex of Survival. I have the surprisingly juvenile Lex of Billionaire Muggings. Add in car-sex Lex, billiards playing Lex, chess-metaphoring Lex, and several versions of angsty Lex and the total is 23 Lexes.
Imagine it if you will, dear reader, 23 Lexes and each one wants me to play just with him. Then consider the several Lionels who wander around to drag me into the gutter conveniently located next to the Lex bed, plying me with drinks. Lucas arrives to flirt from time to time, too, and sometimes Fine. Geoff Nichols is looking at me with a wobbling lip and a chiding expression. He's very vulnerable and I think I could talk him out of his pants if I'm nice.
I'm constantly amazed I've been able to focus on a single (or double Lex) for the length of a single chapter. My updates could be single sentences as I flit from one story to the other. Wouldn't that be frustrating? I could be the LANA of fic authors . . .
*shudders*
So, yeah, that's why it takes so long - not a lack of love but too much.
*grumbling from 23 Lexes*
Not that I'm complaining. I just don't want my chapters to degrade into disjointed strings of "thrust" "eyebrow" and "lick" . . . Not yet anyway.
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