When it never just rains....

Real life can be a bitch!  Truly.  Even when matters go well, there tends to be a kink somewhere.  Moving jobs, house, county and - finally - deciding to ditch job altogether and set up my own business all add up to RL fun activities.  But they also effectively killed the writing muse.  Fiction and non-fiction alike.  For far too long.  I suppose, writing all day long for a living just does that.

Then someone introduced me to Bleach.  And fanfic. And the muse started to sit up and take notice.  I've never really been a fangirl.  Actually, I haven't written fanfic in over 20 years when I borrowed Mr Spock for a story I can barely remember but can probably find if I dig in the attic.  Manga, though, is a completely different issue.  It seems to take root in my brain.  And the amount, scope and quality of Bleach fanfic available is simply breathtaking - to the point where it wouldn't suprise me if I never wrote another line.

That's not how it works, though.  While Bleach prompts me to drabble, Brave 10 got me plotting and playing.  There's actually a story in there, of a short-tempered samurai, a crazy redhead and some past.  And then, when things were going so well, baroqueangel caught my attention with a Soubi/Ritsuke drabble... and now I'm reading Loveless by the stack!  And before my Brave 10 story is even finished. 

It just never rains...