I think I've returned to Lit.Org. Submitted a couple pieces for the first time in a long time, anyway, although one was ancient and the other was inspired by my renewed interest (::cough:: obsession ::cough::) in a certain Old West outlaw. ^_^ I've been on break for about a month, and with the carnage of finals, SATs, ACTs, and AP testing behind me, I should be able to get back into the writing groove.
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The very recent burst of feedback has certainly been encouraging as well as helpful (::showers gratitude upon Ivor, Penelope, and Bartleby::); I think I've gotten more comments in the past two days than I have.. ever in the history of my presence here at Lit. Huzzah!
Ever so excited about seeing "King Arthur" tomorrow--or rather, later today, as it is currently 3 o'clock in the AM. ^_^
...I think I'm going to curl up in my bed and cry, now, because I keep seeing the same type of spider scuttling about on my walls. It's big and black and horrifyingly speedy and I've been trying to identify it via pictures on the Net but I feel like my skin's trying to crawl off my bones every time I look at one. I still haven't found out what kind it is, and at this point, I do not care. If I see one more spider, in life or online, I'm gonna go batshit. ><
I detest phobias. The irrationality of it all is enough to make a girl scream. Or cower under her bedsheets hoping fervently that the tickling sensation on her leg isn't an eight-legged arachnoid abomination tapdancing torture along--ARRRGH.
"You need chaos within, to give birth to a dancing star."
-- Friedrich Nietsche