It's weird how a blank page will make you not want to write. It's also weird how I'm already worried I've spent too much time complaining about how hard it is to write, despite the fact that no one will read this.

I was thinking the other day how awesome it would be if after the end of Midsummer Night's Dream, Puck went and fucked with everyone. ( Read more... )

So okay ( Read more... )

I have decided to spend the next while writing at least one hundred words a day. Why? I don't really know. Probably something to do with wanting to be more creative and things like that. I'm not sure how long this will go for, but wish me luck ( Read more... )

Enough is enough

Yet I could not kill the hope

maybe the next one

So I bought one at time

thinking that even if I could not

lay so much on hope

love is patient

So I put my trust in that

burning a small candle held close and protected

instead of a bonfire that consumes as much as it warms

While it’s not as exciting, racing to ( Read more... )