Leaving me here on my own

So. My fic has turned on me. Turned! It's a bit like when I'm petting my evil cat and she's purring and happy and then, out of nowhere, she decides to try and take my face off. Not to be confused with her habit of letting me touch her tummy and then, if I'm not fast enough, ripping my hand off and handing it back to me. No, that I know will happen. This is just completely out of the blue.

Oh, it started off well enough. At first I was overrun with ideas. Almost every table pinged my muse in some way. (When did I start saying "ping" and abusing it?) I take that back. EVERY table did. Is good, I thought. This bodes well. But I decided to sleep on it. Bad idea. I woke up and while many of the bunnies had run off into hiding, a few stuck around. So I started one because it dovetailed quite nicely with one I was working on before. Things quickly went south.

Then Lila comes in and pushes everyone aside and says she's got this. And she so does, right? It's Lila! Only... this fic will not end. I'm not sure how it's supposed to end. I guess I'm just along for the ride, but usually I've got some idea of where things are headed. I... have no idea.

So it begins:
( It's a cruel, cruel summer )

In which I ( ramble )