watch as the wasteland flowers
I want to write a werewolf story so badly. I want it to be a good werewolf story, one where it isn't "I'm the last female werewolf on earth and I have to choose which male to continue the species with!!!" or "Vampires are our mortal enemies!!!!!" or the increasingly common "Everything supernatural is real and they are integrating with society" urban fantasy boredom.
Wolf Girl has such potential, but I don't have the skill to put it on paper. I have a FST ready and everything, and it makes my heart clench with inspiration and desire.
It's almost November. Where has the autumn gone? I have been listening to this song on repeat for two or three days now, and I know I should stop, but it describes the grey sky and the contrast of the leaves on the asphalt, slowly being crushed by cars and rain.
I enjoy the idea of this Shakespeare class, but I wish it didn't involve writing essays about comedy being social conservatism and feminist statements and blah, blah, blah. Needs more prose classes.
Wolf Girl has such potential, but I don't have the skill to put it on paper. I have a FST ready and everything, and it makes my heart clench with inspiration and desire.
It's almost November. Where has the autumn gone? I have been listening to this song on repeat for two or three days now, and I know I should stop, but it describes the grey sky and the contrast of the leaves on the asphalt, slowly being crushed by cars and rain.
I enjoy the idea of this Shakespeare class, but I wish it didn't involve writing essays about comedy being social conservatism and feminist statements and blah, blah, blah. Needs more prose classes.