I know that I'm supposed to be working on all sorts of posts right now, but after hammering away at my NaNoWriMo for the whole month, and especially this past week, I've been too drained to think of much of anything. (No, really. You try writing ten thousand words of story in one day and see what that leaves your brain as.)
The problem I face, however, is that now that I don't have to work on the specific story for NaNoWriMo, I am assaulted by plot ideas for other stories, fanfics of various familiar series. The primary one I'd like to start on is yet another Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha original character tale, which sends me back to my old nemeses of Poor Canon Logic and Vague Background Information. Somewhat more relaxing is a random idea I had for The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, or rather its genderbent version, which will probably not survive more than a single scene without collapsing under its own triviality.
People keep asking me why I write fanfics. The answer I always give is that it's an addiction: rather than being addicted to nicotine or caffeine or the Internet, I pretty much have to write. It's that, or my head asplode.
I am spending my downtime browsing the various HCGs I've collected over the years, and carefully removing all the H parts. Possibly this defeats the purpose somewhat, but I like the artstyle for some of the games, and it saves me from having to trawl imageboards for suitable pictures every time I want to talk about something not directed at a specific anime.
It's another sign of how my view of the world is off-center, I suppose. I like pics of cute anime girls (or at least cute anime people who look like girls), and seeing them in various ero-scenes just feels more than a little tacky.