In Soviet Russia...
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Hmph. I'm so busy, I can't make use of the fact I no longer have writers' block. Reading Northern Lights again and discerning that if I'm writing on form I can write to the same standard as Philip Pullman really helped. I've started stabbing at Albion Gothic again, but I'd much rather be writing Grim Tails. Having faeries performing whimsical plays of Grand Guignol is just an idea that really appeals to me at the moment. To be honest, I don't know what's worse: not knowing what to write or having far too much to write, with no time to actually sit down and do it.
Oh well, at least I have an arrogant mindset again. Armed with a haughty world view and enough hubris to support a lifesize inflatable replica of Atlas, a writer can bring down Governments with large clockwork steam-powered airships!
Hmph. I'm so busy, I can't make use of the fact I no longer have writers' block. Reading Northern Lights again and discerning that if I'm writing on form I can write to the same standard as Philip Pullman really helped. I've started stabbing at Albion Gothic again, but I'd much rather be writing Grim Tails. Having faeries performing whimsical plays of Grand Guignol is just an idea that really appeals to me at the moment. To be honest, I don't know what's worse: not knowing what to write or having far too much to write, with no time to actually sit down and do it.
Oh well, at least I have an arrogant mindset again. Armed with a haughty world view and enough hubris to support a lifesize inflatable replica of Atlas, a writer can bring down Governments with large clockwork steam-powered airships!