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Last night I had a nightmare that I was working for our Prime Minister, as his sort of secretary/admin, catering to his offspring and being his general dogsbody.

So of course, the logical thing is that I’m sitting here arguing with myself about how our core Brokenwood four would vote and I might end up doing an election-year fic because why not.

Today I was reading one of my fics that I began in a rush of enthusiasm last year. Eleven chapters in, yep, this is good. Nicely written. Well done, Past Me. Never completed, some of my author notes talked about uni being busy… wait.

checks last update, converting American date format to NZ… Last updated four years ago.

And I just set myself in to 1,260 drabbles.

But all those other in-progress stories! They look so lonely! So sad. So unloved. And this one, the eleven-chapter WIP, it has subscribers! 19 of them. Who? What do you mean, people signed up for emails for me and my silly little stories?

So I guess I’m just going to have fifteen WIPs going, this is fine, my academic supervisor is I guess chilling out with the cricket or something. He hasn’t got back to me re. my last piece of work. This is fine.

This is totally fine.

by writing ten drabbles in one slightly sleep-crimed night.

two doctor who, eight brokenwood. the former will be updating an existing story and the latter just needs a title before I can post it.

I decided to get back into writing by doing drabbles.

Okay! Great, I have six fandoms. 100-word stories. This sounds perfect. Manageable, innit.

There’s a catch, though, there’s always a catch. Always a trap. I did not see the trap until it was too late. Fifty drabbles per fandom sounded… polite. Apologetic. “Hello would you like a very small bundle of vignettes?” At which point I thought: one hundred!

One hundred times one hundred = ten thousand. Nice.

And then I saw the trap. One hundred prompts is boring. My brain is not built like this. So then I had to fix this because sixty thousand words of drabbles did not feel like it rowed my boat. In fact, it didn’t even get the boat on the water. So, I’ve concluded with:

Brokenwood Mysteries: 190 drabbles.

Doctor Who: 319 drabbles.

Midsomer Murders: 199 drabbles.

Pretty Little Liars: 160 drabbles.

Sherlock: 221 drabbles.

Vampire Diaries: 171 drabbles.

Yes. This tallied to 1,260. Yes, that equals 126,000 words. Yes, I write one thing and fresh ideas spawn like I-don’t-know-whats. And yes, I began my degree less than a month ago. Frankly, I blame the entire winter chill, it’s slowing down my bloodflow and impacting my ideas.

I said I was going to write one fic at a time. To completion. And then publish it.

Then I would begin the next one. Because I have grown as a person. This is what I said, because it is what I thought. My intention was good. But, as my dad used to say, “what I said isn’t necessarily what I meant.”

This is just to say: I originally started one Brokenwood Mysteries fanfic. Then I plotted a second. Then I began a third. And now I’ve jumped to a fourth.

I have grown as a person.

I will not began fics and then leave them forgotten in my google drive.

I will write a fic in its entirety before i begin posting.

I will not ignore the one i have in progress, and the one i planned, in favour of writing 37 Simmers drabbles.

I will not ignore the one i have in progress, and the one i planned, in favour of -

I will not ignore the one i have in progress, and the one i planned, -

I will not ignore the one i have in progress -

I went so hard in three years that I destroyed my creative brain and had six months off and then looped back around and my creative brain is back online and I blame the Brokenwood Mysteries for this at least 82%

I fell down the Brokenwood Mysteries rabbit hole roughly a month ago.

I began my degree one (1) business week ago.

I am now starting my first vaguely-Simmers fanfic. My cranium possesses no thoughts except beautiful people solving murders in two countries and one of them is my own home country.