I should be writing. I know I should be writing. God knows I'm certainly reading things, but that's not quite enough. I want to be writing and I'm trying to force myself to just get over it and put pen(cil) to paper even if I'm of the opinion it sucks horrifically. It's . . . Not really working. At all. Meh.

( blah blah, writing, blah blah )

I've been cooking quite a bit lately, more than I thought I would be. Part of it was Thanksgiving, but most of it wasn't ( Read more... )

I'm doing NaNoWriMo and I've got writer's block. This . . . Really pisses me off. Really ( Read more... )

Drug withdrawel. Sucks. Worse than sucks. Want to fucking die. Now. Please, God. Puked guts up at two fucking thirty. Cold, then hot, then cold, then . . . Sound makes head pound. Kill now. Four days. Four. Fucking. Days. Want to die. Hate everything. Still want to puke. Still cold. Approval pending. Fuck is that? No drugs. No. Fucking. Drugs. Am ( Read more... )