So.

This summer has been pretty uninteresting. Hence the lack of entries.

But. Okay.

I was writing a few days ago--actually writing--for FFS. I shit you not.
I had nearly a thousand words down, too. I was all OMGI'MDOING IT.
Then.
My computer died and I. Lost. Everything.
I just...sort of died for a little while.

Anywho. I was watching Hannibal Rising ( Read more... )

d'you ever have one of those moments where you want to STAB your imagination/muse? I hate plotbunnies. i really, really do. I can just feel it creeping from the far recesses of my mind to wrap its furry claws o' death around my literary neck until I give in and write it down.

i hates it.

Finals should just go die in a hole. Seriously.

But I'm done, so I can get back to writing/procrastinating/whathaveyou. Maybe I'll even update Future Foes.

Eh. I'll think about it.

Well, crap.

I'm 20k behind and I only have three days left of NaNoWriMo. Why did I sign up again? Oh, that's right! Because I'm a masochist.

Not only that, but I now have a tremendous case of writer's block. I know, "write in a journal" and "listen to music" or "leave it and come back to it later". BUT I CAN'T. *head-desk*

And I have homework.