Mar 03, 2006 03:02
So...yeah...I feel very odd. Detached is a good description for it, I guess. I just feel like I don't want to do anything, but there is something that I should be doing anyway. I don't really like it. I don't want to go to sleep, but I am getting tired. I feel...nothing. I am kinda cold. I'm not hungry but I am not full either. I just want to be done. Is that too much to ask?
On the other hand, I was going through an old notebook, and I found blurb that I wrote a long time ago. Like more than a year...and I was pleased to find that it was good. It is about a group of white magic practitioners who are recruited by some sort of group (I am leaning towards a secret arm of the church, similar to the group that controlled Van Helsing in the movie) to do battle against black magic practitioners. Anyway, one of them ends up being captured and is being used in a ritual to summon a fallen angel into the physical world...and he needs a body...guess who the unlucky candidate is. I haven't decided where exactly it is going to go...whether that is just like the opening scene, or if that is the plot of the whole story or whatever. (I have a page of quick notes written around the same time as the story, so this isn't me just making stuff up...or forgetting).
Okay...goodbye now...
writing,
depression