Disclaimer: Sure as hell ain't mine.
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Necessary Backstory:
Higurashi Kagome had had a lot of time to think as she wandered the Japanese countryside. At the tender age of fifteen, in the midst of a life turned upside down, she had searched for some sense of normalcy. Bright girl that she was, she began to concoct elaborate stories. Of course, she never had time to actually write any of them down! Hell, she had been lucky to take a bath every few weeks or so. It's hard to go all dewy-eyed over a chivalrous knight when you are bouncing around on a moody half-demon's back, having your own pungent aroma waft back at you.
Relevance:
Kagome stared at the screen. The last chapter of her epic romance stared back at her. The hero had just suffered the crushing loss of his beloved. Yet there was a smidgen of hope. A real cliff-hanger. Readers were anxiously awaiting resolution. Begging pathetically would be more accurate. Yet Kagome was at a complete loss.
She sighed. Now she had the time. Now she had the a computer. Hell, now she had the real-life experience for the sex scenes! Every little detail was still clear to her. She just couldn't muster the words. What a waste! Hours worth of daydreams neglected. Tales of sweeping romance left undone.
"Fuck it. I'm off to get drunk."
Moral:
Inspiration can dry up like spittle in the Sahara. Oh, and that alcohol soothes a writer's woes.
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