The life most real to me. As evidenced by the preponderance of posts.
I got new pens. Papermate PhD. I used to like Pentel RSVP, but at some point in the eternal pen exchange (for every five that disappear off my desk, a new one appears), someone left a PhD on my clipboard. I love it, and the others I’ve bought, but I didn’t mean to go on […]
Well, if you’ve hung around here a few months, you know there are two things that keep me from blogging–writing, and getting hit by a bus. Guess which it was? I blame–oh, I forget who it was (because I can’t take personal responsibility, no). I was banging my head on my desk in frustration at
One more day. I can do it. I must. Then…I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t take much more vacation-from-writing, I’ll tell you that much. I don’t care if it is the weekend before Christmas. I’ll have to do something. *ponders* Okay. What are we doing? I want to work on drawing
Remember (those who follow, if any do) a couple years ago when my stated goal for the summer included a “mystery hobby?” I’m no better at it now than I was then, but at least I’m over the shyness. I dug out all my stuff today and re-dedicated myself to learning to draw. I want
That’s all. Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. Bush will get more money to kill people, with no restraints. He won’t put money towards health care, though, because then people will just stop paying for their own insurance to use the government-provided one. God, he’s a moron. Can somebody pry that *BLEEP*ing silver spoon out of
It’s enough to drive a girl nuts. I’m trying to finish Joss. I’m trying really hard. But I ran into a damned wall. That’s not exactly a new occurrence. Sooner or later, I run into a wall in every book. But I think I’d convinced myself this time–since I was so close to the end–this
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