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[caosadinfinitum]

Ugh. Morning pages are a bitch when you're sick. Your mind just becomes mud. I'm almost regretting Scrabble night. I feel like hammered ass, for real. Nothing flows. Nothing even really comes forth. It's just... this dead thing that doesn't even so much as twitch, even when you poke at it with a stick

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[catnamedrabbit]

The thing abut fame, is that it happens to people who don't necessarily want it. Fame is not a goal, it's a side effect. Now sure, you have some people who are good -marketters-, but the really good ones never knew it was coming.

[michie3]

If I ever write anything, I don't want to be famous
*hides* Making a lot of money would be nice... famous
not so much so.

...oye, by golly I sure don't feel as old as I'm supposed to be. *pokes self, poke poke*

[caosadinfinitum]

I wouldn't mind a LITTLE fame. A few little fanboys/fangirls running up to me from time to time, wanting to talk to me or asking me to sign a book or a photo or something would be embarrassing and awkward, but fun.
Anything MORE than that would freak me out, tho. I'm not sure I'd know how to deal with it.

No pokes! I'd say there's nothing wrong with not feeling as old as you're 'supposed to'. Nurturing the inner child is important.