Remember me?
Supposedly, I'm working on a dissertation about cinematic representation of writing. And I am. Since you last heard from me this has first necessitated visits with a lot of doctors and other healing people, my mother, aunt and
kittyzams. Plus, various friends in bands coming through town - that happened too. But finally, I'm less afraid of my work. And less sick. Less.
I'd really like to slip a few thousand words of something tender and sly under an lj-cut, intimate and clever reworkings of something we both love. But instead I'll just grace this LJ with a procrastination project of mine from yesterday:
a mix of songs about writers. Hope all are well.