I want a vodka tonic. I do not, however, think that my throat will put up with this plan, so I'm settling for tea. I hate that lack-of-sleep generally-shitty feeling, and I also hate the feeling you get after a nap; I feel like I'm not so much thinking as herding cats into a pillowcase ( Read more... )

This is what happens when you have LOTS of writers on your flist.

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence! paragraph, because fuck rules, man, seriously ( Read more... )

SCHOOL ( Read more... )

HELP HELP HELP THIS STUPID STORY IS WRITING ITSELF I AM NOT INVOLVED IN THIS I FEEL LIKE I HAVE BEEN TAKEN PRISONER IN MY OWN BODY AND THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE IT STOP IS TO ACTUALLY PUT THE FUCKING THING ON PAPER BECAUSE OTHERWISE MY BRAIN WILL KEEP WRITING IT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT OH GOD WHAT A CLUSTERFUCK ( Read more... )

HAY GUESS WHAT, I FINALLY HAVE AN IDEA OF WHERE SLOT MACHINE PROPHET IS GOING AND WHAT IT'S ABOUT. Man, I am having vodka tonics for breakfast more often.

ALSO, I figured out that you can turn off that stupid bar about the new userinfo. Amazing how little I look at the upper right corner of that thing.

I had forgotten how amazingly, astonishingly ugly New Jersey is. Also, it all smells bad. I remember now having a similar revelation about "That explains why MCR is the way they are!" last year.

So the other shoe dropped, about a thousand times, but at least it was only a slipper.
First! First flight was full. And I had a middle seat. And I ( Read more... )

On October 4, 2008, at 1:00 PM, I finished my first novel.

Book stuff:
I have <10,000 words to go. I'm in the right place, with the right word count, and I think I'm actually going to make it out alive (and with a completed 190,000 word rough draft ( Read more... )

The third rule of internet stalking is this ( Read more... )

- You know, it's not spelled "jist ( Read more... )