You'll Never Burn Me
Sometimes it's just easier to let the silence creep in and cover things, to fall like so much dust. Particularly after your computer goes through death and destruction.
FINALLY, I've got my new laptop, and just in time for NaNoWriMo, which looms a mere six days or so away. In effect, LJ may be my refuge from that infinitude of empty space looming at the bottom of the document I'm pecking away at. 30 days. 50,000 words. I can do this.
And when December has passed and my editorial process has rendered the whole thing crimson, I may very well have something to rebuild and publish.
FINALLY, I've got my new laptop, and just in time for NaNoWriMo, which looms a mere six days or so away. In effect, LJ may be my refuge from that infinitude of empty space looming at the bottom of the document I'm pecking away at. 30 days. 50,000 words. I can do this.
And when December has passed and my editorial process has rendered the whole thing crimson, I may very well have something to rebuild and publish.