Oh, Bugger

So, in an attempt to be productive and apply for writing contests, I started writing some short stories. Mostly, this is to avoid doing the Legendary Pitch write-up I need to do, which is absolutely terrifying me because I'm shy and I don't like speaking, especially not in public (in an attempt to make myself feel better, I plan on channeling Morgana during my pitch).

Anyway... short stories. Wanna know what I came up with? A story about Ophelia. From Hamlet. Essentially Hamlet fanfiction. There is something seriously wrong with me. This is absurd. *headdesk* And the sad thing is, I was inspired by just seeing my old Shakespeare textbook. And I guess it's not too bad, because Hamlet is one of my favorite Shakespeare plays (because everyone dies), but really self? REALLY!?! HAMLET FANFICTION?!!?

So, yes. I'm a pretty sad excuse for a human person at the moment. I also have to write a chapter of my novel, do that damn Legendary thing (*throws Uther!tantrum* DON'T WANNA!), read the English Patient (boo, depressing), write magazine articles for the frikkin Continental and do a myriad of other things, which isn't too bad, I guess, but I'm kind of drowning a bit. Worst of all, the only thing I've been doing lately is reading fanfiction. Dammit, Merlin! You have taken over my miiiiind!!!!

I'll go read the new Dresden Files instead.