How to fall off the yaoi wagon
When you hit a really big wall, something that kills off every possible thing you picked up along ten years of life, everything vanishes and you are left a jumble of insanity. I never thought I would be hit like that, let alone recover from it. Yaoi manga, m/m fiction have been the centre of my universe in an intrinsic level. But I didn’t have the mojo to pick anything up for six months.
I have tuned out while tuning into series after series, but haven’t been able to come out of the M/M slump. I can’t even write anymore like I used to. The stories stashed away in neat little note books don’t make sense anymore. I had a silly notion to send one of my better works to Dreamspinner, looks like it’s not going to happen.
This isn’t THE end, not yet. But it’s almost here.