However, nine of my top ten wips are listed here--Landscape isnt' simply because I have it split between files and frankly, that one's problem is more complex than simply general not-feeling-it--but I'm curious if I *can* write porn at work. It's an actual curiosity. I'm in a cubicle that I kind of sort of share with another attached cubicle, and there are people ducking in adn out all the time, and I talk to *clients*. So can I, at any time, suddenly break into 'And then Rodney went down on John hard enough for him to see spots."
Well, yes, I did *here*, but one might hope for a little more detail otherwise.
Plus, let's face it. From that sentence? I'm not feeling 'porn' so much as 'serious physical injury' and 'call Carson now' and 'possible lack of oxygen'. And hey, thought; there should be fic like that. I mean, sex leads to physical injury leads to bizarre misunderstanding, the way only fiction can really pull off.
I have a lot more fun ideas than I will ever have the energy to pull off.
In closing--seriously, giant evil spore mushrooms *outside my window*. What the *heck*? Apparently there are more. I hate non-edible mushrooms.