While half asleep this morning I started composing what can only be called flagrant Mary Sue fan fic. And, in my half asleep state, I thought it was going along swimmingly. Now, I can't remember a word of it, only the conceptual flow. It did, however, show up why I don't do fanfic. Or any creative fiction, actually. I can make a decent start...
... but can't finish to save my life. :p
Also, I appear to STILL be hung up on the end of the main quest line in The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion. It's been how many years now?*
As an aside, two nights running I have had dreams where Some Random Guy and I flirt with our hands. O.o
*The problem is I know the comic book rule: Without a body, he's probably not dead. And, even WITH a body, he may not actually be dead. Years and years of Marvel comics have taught me this little bit of paranoia. I mean, even Kitty Pryde seemed to turn up dead at least once, but it turned out it wasn't really HER body.