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Life is...life is good! Quite busy! Been writing my ass off, meaning that I am literally mashing the keyboard under my big white butt, then when my glutes fall off I turn in whatever I managed to write. It's kind of like the City of Old Emperors in The Neverending Story--you know, all those assholes who tried to take over the Childlike Empress's job, lost their memories, and are doomed to roll letter-dice until they write every story in the world. Except my version has more bums.
I am working triple-hard on my novel because it occurred to me that if I don't, I'll be writing down other people's ideas forever. There are worse legacies to leave behind--"The Four-Headed Man That Made Ceaseless Love to Horses", for instance--but eh. It's just something I gotta do.
THAT IS ALL FOR NOW. But I'm going to try and revive this journal 'cause I'm kind of lonely for it.
I am working triple-hard on my novel because it occurred to me that if I don't, I'll be writing down other people's ideas forever. There are worse legacies to leave behind--"The Four-Headed Man That Made Ceaseless Love to Horses", for instance--but eh. It's just something I gotta do.
THAT IS ALL FOR NOW. But I'm going to try and revive this journal 'cause I'm kind of lonely for it.