just some of the things spilling out of my brain at this current moment in my personal history
I hate not knowing what's going on in the stories I'm writing. I know whats happening at this exact moment ... but I don't know the future. and It kills me.
Also, imbettygrable gave the greatest prompts for ficcy Friday and I may accidentally kill myself writing a story for the ones I loved.
Also, Also, I work 45 hours this week, which means over $500 in gross earnings. Which means Toronto may actually happen in the near future. Life is grand.
(PS. no one will get the irony of that title, because I wrote the title after I wrote this entry)
Also, imbettygrable gave the greatest prompts for ficcy Friday and I may accidentally kill myself writing a story for the ones I loved.
Also, Also, I work 45 hours this week, which means over $500 in gross earnings. Which means Toronto may actually happen in the near future. Life is grand.
(PS. no one will get the irony of that title, because I wrote the title after I wrote this entry)