Yuletide panic! Bears everywhere!
So it appears I have once again been wildly optimistic in my scheduling skills. Meeting geographically impaired friends, studying for exams, writing a rather complicated essay and coming down with a cold DO NOT make for a stress-free Yuletide! Bears are gnawing at my ankles and I'm desperately trying to outwrite them before they move to more vital organs.
3000 words and not finished. Sigh. I've become an adult who writes Sensible Things and worries about character development. At least once a year. The rest of the time, it's mostly self-indulgent filth.
Less whining, more writing. Be seeing ya.
3000 words and not finished. Sigh. I've become an adult who writes Sensible Things and worries about character development. At least once a year. The rest of the time, it's mostly self-indulgent filth.
Less whining, more writing. Be seeing ya.