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My stomach hurts. This may be the on-again off-again hysteria of a gut that has had cold steel inserted into it not too long ago. It may be (oh please god no) my system deciding after thirty years that after all it just doesn't *like* aspirin. Or it may be the physical expression of a psychological state. Because I think I'm creatively constipated. All those words in for the last three weeks, and no words out. I want to write but nothing comes.

Creative prunes would be writing something self-indulgent, shameless, and utterly bad. I incline towards a Woxin doujinshi with a bedazzled Fu Chai seduced by the empire-shaking beauty of Gou Jian into beheading his chancellor, except I'd need to rewrite Fu Chai completely so that he's played by somebody else. (I also need a broader range of Chinese actors to pick from. Who else has Uncle Ming's innate fastidiousness?)

Or I could write Gou Jian driving Fu Chai to the extremes of sexual distraction by doing absolutely nothing but be himself, only that would come off as the worst kind of Robin Hobb schtick, endless internal monologues from Fu Chai about 'what is this strange thing I feel, what is it I want from him, why is he so entrancingly different from anyone else?' etc etc for ~~300~~ ~~600~~ 900 pages.

Maybe I should write Fu Chai and Fan Li seduced and abandoned by Gou Jian (who dazzles them both but makes it clear that his heart belongs to Ya Yu alone) and drowning their sorrows together in many cups of wine. Hu Jun could be that Fu Chai, and the sex would only be mildly icky. Well no- there'd be no sex because really, I can't see live action bodies Doing It. Or don't want to, whichever.

Or just continue with The Way It Should Have Been, except that TWISHB keeps wanting to kick up its A/U heels and be self-indulgent, shameless, and utterly bad.

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Sense of shame is overrated!

I would go along the lines of - if it's going to make you feel better, go on write it all out! ^__^

*hands over glass of wordy prune juice!* - virtually of course!

Oh, write all of it. You should feel virtuous instead for having watched all of Woxin and understood the subtleties of Spring and Autumn period politics instead.

for having watched all of Woxin and understood the subtleties of Spring and Autumn period politics

'I get by with a little help from my friends'-- because trust me, the subtleties all went straight over my head on the first watch-through.

Also inescapable. But maybe if I wrote a nosegay of crack fics it might be passed off as pure high spirits.

After all, no one's *required* to read it...

I'll take any and all of the above please, for 900 pages :D

Perhaps actual prune juice might be helpful in metaphorical constipation as well?

The worst of bb fic, surely? Or is that only if Fu Chai becomes a Raping Seme?

Truly, physical constipation is not a problem for me ever, except in the immediate aftermath of abdominal surgery; very much the reverse. The thought of prune juice... (turns pale)