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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.
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