[mood
tired]
I was in my journal archive and noticed the helpful little list of the number of posts I've had in each month this year.
January 2005 [11 entries]
February 2005 [9 entries]
March 2005 [10 entries]
April 2005 [15 entries]
May 2005 [11 entries]
June 2005 [11 entries]
July 2005 [12 entries]
August 2005 [31 entries]
September 2005 [36 entries]
October 2005 [29 entries]
November 2005 [40 entries]
That's an average of about 19 posts per month. Before August it was about 11 posts per month. I really have no life.
Should I even bother telling you all to read
aliaspiral's new Gabrielle/Charlie fic? Is anyone going to listen to me?
I've been trying to drabble but have had little success. The good thing is that it's partly because my mind has started working on original fiction. The bad news is that the odds on it lasting long are slim. I'm already dealing with too many characters and not enough plot.
I'm making a list of all of the irritating Christmas story cliches. You know, things like: Santa Claus really does exist, broken families are reunited, cheerful orphans find reform spoiled families, takeoffs of A Christmas Carol, blah blah blah. I will accept any suggestions and post the list when I take the time to make it. It will probably end up resembling a drinking game.
I still haven't started my Mass Media presentation.