Why I can't write angst...

I was writing an author's note explaining to myself and others why I'm writing "Autobot Angels" the way it is. In the middle of it, I found myself explaining at length why I don't write angst:

...others have written a lot of stories about them from the point of view of the grieving survivors. Some very good and moving stories. That's not my bent, either. I can't angst for more than paragraph or so without having some joker come up and try to paint the brooding angster in dazzle camouflage. Or having something blow up nearby. Or demons crawl out of the woodwork and try to eat people. Again, just ask Raditz about that. Every time he curled up to angst, the crap hit the fan. I think I have this authorial attitude that if you have time to angst, you have time to deal with a 900-lb alien predator that wants to eat you.

I frequently enjoy deeply introspective character stories, with big helping of angst--I just can't write them quite that way. My most angsty story to date is one of my DBZ side stories, In Past Regrets. It's very angsty. However, the angsty characters are busy trying to stop two very nasty demons from unravelling their history after a bit of time-travelling, and there's lots of mayhem and explosions.

So, I can write angst, as long as something explodes, too.