Jun 01, 2007 13:15
i'm so fucking frustrated right now. the grunt emotionality of this feeling, i know, is because i'm just in a mood - it's not really that big a deal. but i'm just really irritated at how busy my friends are. if i was busy too, of course i wouldn't notice as much, and i am busy with the book --
((by the way, i'm writing a trilogy, got it all planned out. i'm pretty psyched about it.))
-- but see, when i'm writing, i need an audience.
<<--!! missing retarded long rant re: stuff already ranted to jibbs just now !!-->>
((look, i need this...))
that being said, i didn't really reach out to my flist at all, because i knew i'd want someone i talked to a lot anyway. as it turns out, apparently i don't talk to anyone a lot anymore, or they don't talk to me. so now i'm just kinda putting it out there. if i tell you i've written 7 chapters that average around 4400 words per, it'll just freak you out about getting started, so forget i just said that.
and that being said, i don't anticipate any responses that extend farther than "oh, that sucks, hope you find someone." not that i'll hate you if you say that. if you do hope i find someone, then thanks. but please no "oh, i can help you out, but not for two weeks b/c blahblah" unless you really really really mean it. two weeks, i've found, extends to forever.
oops, every once in a while i remember i don't have a name for this thing yet.