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Bah. I claim I've returned to this glorious online place of refuge and flounce away for.. what.. ten days? twelve? I don't know. Oodles of thanks to andyhavens for his incredibly thorough and helpful comment. And to the rest of the world: If my own comments seem decidedly lacking in actual content.. Clever you! They are. ^^; Normally I'll only jot down whether I like the thing or not because I'm too much of an amateur to feel that I have the right or even the skill to properly critique a piece. =T

Nyah. Didn't sleep a wink last night as I spent most of it roleplaying online.. This is sad. It wasn't exactly the most engaging game in the world. I didn't even get to kill anyone. I just.. didn't feel sleepy. What bites about pulling all-nighters for any reason is that by the end of the day, I lose most of my short-term memory and feel like everything that's happened in the past couple of hours was all a part of some horribly mundane and uninteresting dream.

I blame sleep deprivation for the crap I slung onto Lit at whatever unholy hour of the morning that was... Well, I do like some stanzas of it. Random strange Lit-praising poem written in a style that I may or may not have ever used before. Wait.. I think I have.. for the Stevie poem with the hideous title.

I can't tell if I have a headache or if I'm just tired. In any case, most of my immediate world is currently comprised of the glorious music pounding from my CD player.. Ahh, Notre Dame de Paris. Soundtrack. Burned. Evil me. AND OH GOD IT'S SKIPPING. Why? WHY?! Arrgh, cruel world! Anyway, it's beautiful music. If I had a heart, I'd be moved to tears by it.

Inspired by the courage of such spiffy people as Bartleby and my friend Lauren IRL, I decided some time ago that I, too, would undertake the herculean task of actually buckling down and forcing myself to churn out a pre-designated word count (10,000) every day. I swore to myself that this summer, I would let nothing stand in the way between myself and my goal. ...I haven't typed a word (ARGH! MORE SKIPPING!) on my chosen subject of writing since. This is because I am a lazy sloth.

I'm actually thinking seriously about writing a short story for some fantasy mag. Realms of Fantasy or Black Gate, I dunno which yet. The latter doesn't look as pretty as the former, but it seems to have higher standards for their fiction. In any case, I'm not going to make a decision until I can actually hold a copy of either publication in my hands and flip through it.

This is probably the most incoherent blog entry written in the history of man, but my eyes are doing funny things and I don't want to go back and re-read/edit anything. Plus, my NDdP CD is working wonderfully in my computer.. disc.. drive.. thing.. so, I am happy. Happy, damn it.

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"You need chaos within, to give birth to a dancing star."
-- Friedrich Nietsche


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