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Damn parakeet bird thing fluttering, listening to the same cd over and over again. I can't burn anything because it might kill the bird. He bites my ear when I stop paying attention to him, and when I pay attention to him he bites me. If I don't pick him up, he flips out. I like birds but he is way too temperamental to deal with.
I have no ideas on my personne now. Sorry.
But I've got another novel idea, but it's practically a parallel of my life at the moment (what novel isn't, in its own way?) but branches off in a direction that I would like to take, but never will. Themes would be obsession, sexuality, adultery, emotional violence, abuse, random spots of beauty and clarity (consequences of this scenario lest I take it) . I'll try to write like Nabokov and then the finished, imaginary published work will be tossed into bonfires everywhere.
but it's really just all in my head.
I have no ideas on my personne now. Sorry.
But I've got another novel idea, but it's practically a parallel of my life at the moment (what novel isn't, in its own way?) but branches off in a direction that I would like to take, but never will. Themes would be obsession, sexuality, adultery, emotional violence, abuse, random spots of beauty and clarity (consequences of this scenario lest I take it) . I'll try to write like Nabokov and then the finished, imaginary published work will be tossed into bonfires everywhere.
but it's really just all in my head.