Like, why can't I think up a premise and it all gets plotted out and written for me, just the way I like it? Is that asking the universe for too much?
At the moment, I have (a) a porn battle ficlet where my brain keeps freezing on the porn (everything else is fine, it's just the porn) and (b) a longer fic where I have NO IDEA what the ending is or what it looks like. I've tried nudging the characters in certain directions, but they are not cooperating. Instead, they are kinda deadlocked at the moment. And hating me.
I have not really started thinking about Remix yet. Whoops.