I miss writing Life on Mars fic. (The last time was last week? Um. Yeah.) I have three stories that I really want to write, that I've been terrified to write, that I've been holding off on. Difficult, challenging, I'm not sure I'm up to them, but they lurk there, nattering away at the back of my mind. They're the stories that, when I write them, if they're any good at all, that's it, I'm done. I'm not sure they'll ever get written.
And then I have two other stories that I have beginnings on - lines of dialogue, ideas of plot and structure, themes. Up to the stage where I would usually start sitting down and tapping away, getting the words into some kind of order, playing with style and perspective.
There's also two collaborative projects I kind of desperately want to do.
I keep looking at all the important! real life! things I have to do and see how little time there is for it all. I feel resentful.
Living in fiction is dangerous but compelling.