It's 3 AM. Don't judge.

[french_silk]

So, I should probably explain that when I said I was jumping in, apparently I meant I was tucking myself into a ball and leaping off the highest platform into the deepest area of the Kradam pool.



Kradam. Fic. Me. There should be an equal sign in there somewhere but it's not appearing because apparently, they don't compute that well.

What is this even? I can write stories. Hell, I've written handfuls that have gone somewhere or died tragically due to plot-loss but they're on this very hard drive, I kid you not.

And yet, here I sit, two stories started and semi-abandoned already because I feel like they're not working out right. :(

That second bunny I mentioned before? About farmer!Kris, etc.? Yeah, started it because I decided to ~work some of my over-abundant creativity juices. (Obvious spoiler is obvious: IDK how to get Adam to meet Kris.)

Then, the song "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri has been on repeat for literally three days straight, so I decided to use it as like, a jumping point. So far it's a song Kris wrote after Katy broke up with him, he drunkenly performed it, it was Youtubed to death, it gave him a ledge to climb onto after the five month no-performance rut he'd put himself into, and then... I'm lost as to Adam's character in this. Is he a rockstar here, too? Is he a journalist? A club kid? Fanboy?

WTF, brain.

Part of me really reallyyy wants rockstar. He sees the vid, tweets Kris, collective panic and then maybe a dinner date? Or, they meet at some award event or something? Hmm. Maybe I'm onto something?

But ok. We have somewhere to go. Good. This is good.

(I should've been in bed eh, 2 hours ago, but Kradam is more important than sleep, right? Right? *crickets*)

Gah. I'll zzz now. Hugs ♥