( Personal musings; feel free to ignore. )

It's kind of scary; lately, I don't know that I want to write.

Considering that I've written over a thousand pages of fiction in the last four years, call it easily a quarter of a million words, that's... unnerving.

But then, so is the stuff I'm typing lately. When I find myself writing a poem about Lucifer weaving his word-nets for souls as ( Read more... )