I Hate Everything
I'm so fucking sick today. Actually yesterday too but it's worse today. I've been popping pills and sleeping. Got up this morning to take a shower and ended up sitting down here for some unknown reason. Am still half asleep. Have writers' block again. Can't get anywhere on that Vanity Fair thing. Or LMLT for that matter. Have decided to combine parts 4&5 of LMLT because 5 was only two pages long. That's all. I'm working on about 20 stories at the same time and that could be why I'm out of ideas. And that's only Sarmoti stories. I've got a couple of other things going. Here's a list of Sarmot stories I've got going.
- The Seven Stones Of Sarmoti (a nine story series)
- Going Home (a 4 story series)
- Little Moments Like That (a series of unknown proportions)
- Bored
- Every Time
- Wishing Well
- Stage Fright
- Sweet Transvestite (it's NOT what you're thinking. trust me.)
- Good-Bye Doesn't Mean Forever
- Flood
- Leo
- Up In Lights
- Siegfried And Roy And The Beautiful Boy (meaning Darren Romeo. I stole this title from a magazine article)
- Dreams In Color, Living In Black And White
- A Rare Holiday Together
- Missing
- Bedrom Illusion
- Vanity Fair
- Abracadabra
- Magic Man
- Angel
- Dream
I guess that's 22, not 20. But whatever. I'm also still working on rewriting Sleeping With Ghosts, but it's not Sarmot related.
I can't think of anything else to write right now. So I guess that's it. And no funny photos to put here. That I can think of. Actually, I don't have any saved on this computer. So, I guess I'll probably be going back to bed now.