Some fic rambling

A fannish5 thing from a couple of weeks ago:

Name five totally self-indulgent story ideas. (The fanfic you would write if you didn't care if you had an audience and also had no shame.)

And the problem is that I really have no shame. For goodness sake, the last thing I posted was kinky Florton smut. So yes, there's very little I won't write if I want to write it. That's probably one of the things I've noticed about my writing, there's been three distinct stages:
1) Beginning - posting pretty much whatever I wanted because whee shiny new toys.
2) Trying to keep people happy, posting stuff you think they'll like.
3) Writing stuff you want to, and lo and behold, other people like it too.

I like the stuff written in phase 3 best (with one noticable exception) because it's so much more fun to do and I think it comes out better because its got soul.

That being said there are two fics I'll never write because they're blatent Mary Sue-age, and well, they're just not good. They are both CSI Miami fics:

( Some spoilers follow )

They would be bad fics.

The other fic I'll never write is the AMW break-up fic. Because it would be long and plotty, but all the major plot points happened on TV already and I am not a good enough writer to pull it off because it's all about blame and guilt and addiction.

It starts with Storm starting to drink heavily because he doesn't like what him and Chris have turned into, because this isn't them, they aren't supposed to be Jarrett's lap-dogs. So he drinks to forget but he can't ever forget and the drinking really only makes it worse and he knows that but he can't stop.

Harris keeps trying to have a word with him, but doesn't know how to, and can't get up the nerve. Then he gets distracted by Gail Kim, and they're cute and adorable and in love and he forgets to pay attention to Storm.

AMW drift apart, and clash because Storm is hurt and drunk and has no self-control and Harris thinks he's not fighting hard enough and generally there is bad blood.

Then the actually split happens, and Storm blames Harris and Harris blames himself for not paying attention to his best friend and Storm points out it's this thing that Harris has of putting himself at the centre of everything that annoys him the most.

The main problem, other than not being a good enough writer to do it justice is that there's no ending or resolution, because I want a happy ending damn it, but I know it's not going to happen on screen.

So that's the grand total of fics that I'll never write.

I have but two things to say

1) Wilkinson's try wasn't.

2) I urgently need a rugby icon. I shall get to work on it later.

Other than that, following on from yesterday's post, someone remind me that the world does not need more Alex Shelley fic, particularly not more Shelley/Nash, unrequited, fic.