Fic: Pull Out My Soul (Tom/Sean, FRAO, 900 words)

Warnings: Bondage, d/s. Although I've been assured this is adorable, I consider the consent to be somewhat uninformed.
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Summary: The first time Sean ties Tom up, Tom can't stop laughing.
Notes: Written for a friend who was going through a tough time. schuyler made me rethink my sentence structure. Any remaining confusion is solely my fault. Title from Empires' "Voodooized."


( Pull Out My Soul )

Asking: Writing Through the Disinterest

I'm in a weird writing slump right now. It's not that I'm feeling uncreative. In the past few days I have written in my head:( a few plot bunnies/snippets, cut for length. )

But every time I sit down to edit book one or work on writing book two or the Leighton/Vicky-T story, I just don't want to. I end up reading fic (I will apparently read anything about Bob) or browsing the internet or poking at the never finished things I'm going to post this month. I think part of it is that while I'm invested in finishing the books and the Leighton/Vicky-T story, I'm not extremely passionate about them as stories. (The way I am with, say, the things above.) (Especially since the Leighton/Vicky-T story took an unexpected turn for the dark.) I don't know if I need an organized break from my large projects or if I need something new in my life to kickstart my brain. Any advice or ideas for writing through the disinterest?