The life most real to me. As evidenced by the preponderance of posts.
It’s nine o’clock, do you know where your friends are? How about your words? I’m trying to write. Honest. On Eve, no less. But nothing’s coming out. I’d turn to a fanfic if I could think of anything, but nothing’s happening there, either. B in Ohio fell asleep at her desk, gave up and went […]
Good to know someone understands… Writing a book is a adventure. To begin with it is a toy and amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster
Heh, I feel like Brody in Jaws–we’re gonna need a bigger boat. My dear B has one hell of a weasel. Which I don’t get, because her fanfic is one of the best I’ve read anywhere. She doesn’t want to write for a living, and I respect that (apparently it’s really hard to do 😉
I’m going weasel-hunting. Because my friend who happens to be an awesome writer seems to have an inner weasel the size of a freight train, and till she gets past it, I probably won’t get any more good (evil) writing out of her. (are you reading? You know who you are!) Heh, I even sent
I really am getting serious. (I think. How many times have I said that before?) Anyway. The last time I really accomplished something, writing Eve re-named A Star to Steer By re-named Saturday’s Child, re-named that damn first book, I did it by tracking where I was every day. So I’m doing it again. Someone
My second long fanfic made 5,000 hits today! Whoohoohoohoo! That is so cool! Especially as I have over a hundred reviews on it, all of them good. Total up all my stories, and I have over 20,000 hits. And better than 200 reviews, every last one of them good. My brother suggested if I could
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It’s just one of those things. If someone were observing, they could tell who knows me well by the advice they give. Today was a long, BAD day. Nothing major, just a lot of idiocy and crap ending up in front of my desk when I really don’t need it. (like, when do I ever