For nearly two weeks, I've been "writing my Secret Santa story." *ahem.* In fact, for nearly two weeks, I've been standing in city squares doing manly arm pumps, inviting handsome sailors back to my place, kicking chickens, blasting fireballs from my fingertips, shooting Scottish gargoyles... oh, and saving the world from ultimate evil. (This, by the way, is why I have to seriously ration the computer games I buy, since I invariably obsess over them to the exclusion of everything else.) Yesterday I finally started writing my story, despite having to go out a-mumming in the evening, and despite being seriously led astray by the Zahada riddle site (*glowers in the direction of the guilty*). I'm just now getting into the story... and tomorrow I've got to go away for a long weekend, flying oop north for a family gathering. I hate going away mid-story. It totally breaks my train of thought, and I always find it hard to get back into the story afterwards.
I find gift exchange stories really hard to write. They're all backwards from my normal way of planning a story. I normally start with a theme I want to explore or a character issue I want to delve into, and the actual situation and plot come very much second to that. These fic exchanges normally present you with a situation or a plot element, and you have to work from there, so it's the complete opposite of how I normally write. Which is not to say that I don't enjoy it, of course, since challenges are fun. It's just hard.
And, of course, I really should be doing it right now, instead of blogging about it, but ice-creams calls enticingly, and packing calls naggingly, so I think I'll go and do them instead.