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Cataclysm is awesome.
So is Tristan Allen.
December darkness gets me down.
I'm kind of drowning in work.
Lose sight of things under all the pressure...
I'm writing again. It's in Icelandic. I don't know why, but whenever I write, no matter how satirical or distant I originally start, my characters always end up being far more real and beautiful and tragic than I imagined. I tend to give up right around where they remind me I'm a cruel cynic who's really not as smart as she thinks she is.
But I'm a happy and successful overworked cruel cynic.
So here I am. Battling the drag of darkness and exhaustion, spurred on by imagination and love.
Funny how it's the intangible things that I can rely on.
So is Tristan Allen.
December darkness gets me down.
I'm kind of drowning in work.
Lose sight of things under all the pressure...
I'm writing again. It's in Icelandic. I don't know why, but whenever I write, no matter how satirical or distant I originally start, my characters always end up being far more real and beautiful and tragic than I imagined. I tend to give up right around where they remind me I'm a cruel cynic who's really not as smart as she thinks she is.
But I'm a happy and successful overworked cruel cynic.
So here I am. Battling the drag of darkness and exhaustion, spurred on by imagination and love.
Funny how it's the intangible things that I can rely on.