thedeadlyhook

I've had pretty much zero inspiration to write for the last few years, partially due to RL being what it is, and partially because I'm again in the downturn of my fannish cycle¹ because season 3 of The Mandalorian failed to rekindle my fannishness, and the other Star Wars shows have been very hit and miss (my very unpopular Star Wars opinion is that Andor was the biggest miss for me).

At the beginning of this year I came up with this idea that to avoid distractions, every Saturday I take the bus to a library 40 minutes away at the other side of the city, and sit down in one of their workspaces for 4-5 hours with an energy drink and a laptop, and just write. Which has been very successful strategy, because in the last 6 months I have actually finished (very rough) first drafts for two novels and edited three short stories.

Now, I've been mostly writing orig fic, but today I forgot to take with me the printed notes for the novel I'm starting the next edit round on, and decided to work on some fic instead. And I actually wrote something! In fact, I took three very rough fic drafts and edited them to a more or less read-to-post state.

I say more or less, because all three are missing endings. Because apparently I cannot write endings anymore. The actual plot (and by plot, I mean Din Djarin recovering from whatever head injury I've inflicted on him) has been resolved, heartfelt confessions have been made, and then nothing.

Here is a gif illustration of how the stories now end:



I'm very close to just going "And then the kissed. The End." just to get these stories off my WIP folder...

¹I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've documented a pattern in my fannishness that I can sustain it for exactly two years since the most recent bit of canon that I've enjoyed. After that, my brain sort of starts to lose interest - not in a way that I'd like the canon itself any less, but that the fannishness for it requires active effort instead being constantly at the back of my mind.