ladyjanelly

On the way to pick the baby up from the sitter last night, I had like this plot-epiphany where all these elements came together and formed a story in my head, so clearly I wonder if I read this somewhere? Where Jensen is this ballet dancer from Russia who speaks almost no English and Jared's the guy who delivers the room service in his hotel.

I doubt I'll ever get it down on paper, mostly because I know absolutely nothing about ballet or Russia or super-expensive New York hotels. But I am plotting it out and saving the notes in Scrivener. Who knows.

God I want to write again. I feel fic-defective these days.