Rare moment of inspiration

Lowell House, on the Feast of St. Ambrose

I just realized that after spending the weekend doing nothing except procrastinate on studying for biology, I now have an enormous backlog of work. Okay, not more enormous than usual, but it feels enormous, and I feel rather disinclined to do any of it.

Also, it doesn't help that for perhaps the first time in my fandom life, I've been bitten by a plot bunny. And a pretty weird one too. See, the other day, I woke up from a dream remembering nothing of its actual content except for the sudden conviction that in another life, Raito and L must have been rabid rare book collectors. (I blame the recent deathnote100 challenge.) And then up sprang a fever of thoughts about auction culture, forgery rings, and of course, the legendary Carnet de mort (no one knows the number of extant copies, but it is supposedly the book that cannot be forged, although many in the rare book business dismiss it as a myth). And I have a plot. A plot! ::faints from shock:: I would very much like to write it, but have not the time at the moment. ;_; Perhaps I should write down an outline at least so the crack inspiration doesn't escape me.

Of course, don't expect much because the last time I got bitten by a plot bunny, I ended up writing forty pages of a fantasy story half-based on a social studies reading about Masai oligarchy and half-based on Robin McKinley's Damar. (What? I was twelve!) I erased all of it in tenth grade and wrote another ten pages but it got boring because (1) although I like reading fantasy, I can't write it at all, and (2) I realized my character names were ridiculous and it all went downhill from there.

Actually come to think of it, my actual last plot bunny was supposed to be this long boarding-school series on different students getting trapped in a mind game that forced them through variations on the Fisher King myth, which in retrospect was the result of reading Guy Gavriel Kay and articles on biocomputers (building logic circuits with neurons instead of silicon semiconductors). ::groans:: The problem with me attempting to write stories is that either they end up completely surreal and ridiculous or they are utterly derivative. The surreal and ridiculous is unfortunately never the product of spontaneous inspiration but careful attempt at story construction being hijacked by subconscious impulses--isn't that sad? In fifth grade, on the writing test, I was trying to write a story about meeting my "role model", as per the given topic, but somehow, the panic made the narrative morph into a massive kidnapping attempt that sent a huge crowd of children, including me, off into black bowels of space (not that I used phrases like "black bowels of space" back then) never to return. I remember it ended with me screaming, "NOOOOOOO!" as the role model, turned evil, laughed maniacally in the background. Obviously I was a disturbed child. I pity the person who had to grade that story.

Have been browsing about reading Hikaru no Go fic lately, especially with all the wonderful links from best_of_hikago. But there needs to be more! I've decided that we need a 20themes set for Hikaru no Go too. If none of you do it, then I shall! Well, as soon as I get my physics and chemistry problem sets finished with, that is.

Yours &c.