That's scary! Something cosmic you think? because that's EXACTLY what's happening to me in almost frightening detail.
Like you, my Jim/Blair love (which I too thought could never die) has been fading. I've been working on my fic because I do believe you have to finish what you started and I'm still into the story I'm trying to tell. But... It's not the joy it was. Unbelievably I'm still doing 2 stories from last year's Moonridge so I'm obviously not going to be offering anything his year; a first since I came into this fandom and something that's making me terribly sad.
I was getting back into Who-dom by way of compensation but - and gosh, I expect I count as one of your moaning minnies - I know I've been awfully negative about the Who finale but - man. I was LOVING it SO much until the last 15, 20 mins - which I think has killed my Who-love forever. Drawing a veil; I've vowed to let it go but it has upset me to a ridiculous degree and I've quit a ton of Who-coms because of it. Mad, I know. Totally batshit but I can't seem to help it. (o:
Like you, I did think about shutting down altogether. I came perilously close to taking my website down last week - but also like you, I don't want to slam doors that I may well want to re-open sometime.
I'm pretty sure I'm depressed. RL is pretty grim, tbh and I'm sure all this doom and gloominess is a reaction to that, as it almost certainly is for you, too. Maybe if/when my mood picks up my fannishness will too. I'm feeling a distinct lack of squee right now.
Funnily enough, Alison and I were discussion seeking a new fandom only last night. Not sure what though - not Torchwood, no. I know it's a popular one but just not for me I'm afraid.
I'm trying to pour my energies into original fic; working (or trying to - that's not going terribly well either. moan moan whinge and moan *g*) on my new novel and a slightly surreal, SciFi-angst-slash sitcom scenario that I'm going to try at the BBC Comedy unit with an eye on the Radio 4, 11pm adult-comedy slot. Pray for me. (o: I figure, if other people's characters are going to keep letting me down and harshing my squee, then I should work on my own crrrreations. Dance for me my puppets, come, let me hurt you in unusual ways... ::cue ebil laugh::
And in other news from me - sending hugs and brilliant, sparkling, fairy-dust vibes in hope of better things to come for both of us.
I shall be here for the foreseeable anyway, just not as large a presence as previously. I hope you're OK. Drop me a line, give me a call, whatever-whenever you need to honey. ♥
Ah... Oooh!
Like you, my Jim/Blair love (which I too thought could never die) has been fading. I've been working on my fic because I do believe you have to finish what you started and I'm still into the story I'm trying to tell. But... It's not the joy it was. Unbelievably I'm still doing 2 stories from last year's Moonridge so I'm obviously not going to be offering anything his year; a first since I came into this fandom and something that's making me terribly sad.
I was getting back into Who-dom by way of compensation but - and gosh, I expect I count as one of your moaning minnies - I know I've been awfully negative about the Who finale but - man. I was LOVING it SO much until the last 15, 20 mins - which I think has killed my Who-love forever. Drawing a veil; I've vowed to let it go but it has upset me to a ridiculous degree and I've quit a ton of Who-coms because of it. Mad, I know. Totally batshit but I can't seem to help it. (o:
Like you, I did think about shutting down altogether. I came perilously close to taking my website down last week - but also like you, I don't want to slam doors that I may well want to re-open sometime.
I'm pretty sure I'm depressed. RL is pretty grim, tbh and I'm sure all this doom and gloominess is a reaction to that, as it almost certainly is for you, too. Maybe if/when my mood picks up my fannishness will too. I'm feeling a distinct lack of squee right now.
Funnily enough, Alison and I were discussion seeking a new fandom only last night. Not sure what though - not Torchwood, no. I know it's a popular one but just not for me I'm afraid.
I'm trying to pour my energies into original fic; working (or trying to - that's not going terribly well either. moan moan whinge and moan *g*) on my new novel and a slightly surreal, SciFi-angst-slash sitcom scenario that I'm going to try at the BBC Comedy unit with an eye on the Radio 4, 11pm adult-comedy slot. Pray for me. (o: I figure, if other people's characters are going to keep letting me down and harshing my squee, then I should work on my own crrrreations. Dance for me my puppets, come, let me hurt you in unusual ways... ::cue ebil laugh::
And in other news from me - sending hugs and brilliant, sparkling, fairy-dust vibes in hope of better things to come for both of us.
I shall be here for the foreseeable anyway, just not as large a presence as previously. I hope you're OK. Drop me a line, give me a call, whatever-whenever you need to honey. ♥