Writer's evolution?

Or just a slump?

I used to write happy things. I used to write happy sexy things. Or rather, happy sexytiems (misspelled on purpose tqvm) but now, everything that inspires me is made of hurt, pain and emotional suffering.

Prompt for death? First one to fill.
Prompt for non-con? First one there too.
Prompt for sick fetish fuel wrong things? Yep. I went there too.

I cannot bring myself to write anything happy anymore. I look at it and I think, this doesn't happen in real life. I look at happiness and I can't imagine it happening! Of course, the things I inflict on poor Ben Jones is simply too awful to actually happen unless someone really, really hates you but somehow, I prefer to inflict pain on my characters. (For what it's worth, Ben, I'm really sorry for letting the officer break your arm. Again.)

Gone is the sappy romantic me.
Gone is the happy-go-lucky me.

I can't even remember the latest happy thing that I wrote! I mean, there were happy endings but a lot of hurt involved. Kidnapping, unfortunate and unwanted activities, pain, torture and the works before people get to the happy ending. The closest I got in the past few weeks involved a kid beating himself up for thinking he was going to be separated from his little brother in the immediate future but got adopted by the same couple.

I wish I could write happy scenes as well as I do those dark, unhappy, angst filled scenes.