Wrote this in 750 words. Very stream of concious, maybe pretentious?

[dragonwhishes]

Last night, after what felt like weeks, I was laying in my own bed again and unable to sleep, again, and the combined tiredness and lack of anything else to do made my thoughts wander. I thought about how I had just managed to get my phoenix badge, something I'd been working at and waiting for forever, which lead to me thinking about writing, which

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[placeboweek]

I really liked this.

Most of the stories never were finished, maybe never will be finished, and perhaps the characters have changed their faces and names and hide in new, other stories of mine. I wouldn't doubt it - they were very clever characters, and sometimes I am a very stupid writer.

This was my favorite part. I feel that way about the stories I write, too.

[dragonwhishes]

<3 Thanks, Dina. I was expecting everyone to go "CUUUTTT! LJ CUUUTT!" at me after I saw how long it was in the page... but thanks.

I like to think that. Maybe they've got a dressing room of some sort in our minds or something.

[zekkass]

I like how your stream of consciousness writing is still coherent, even as it's v. flow-y. :) Writing's something special, innit?

[dragonwhishes]

Oh, good. I'm glad other people knew what I was babbling about, and I wasn't just being silly. And thank you!

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

[rurounitriv]

Oh, very nice flow, it's almost a prose-poem.

[dragonwhishes]

Thank you! This is what happens when I start rambling, really.

[bizarreoptimism]

I remembered the enthusiasm I had as I wrote. It got to the point that I felt like I was flying.

Oh -- that feeling. I know that feeling. I was never able to articulate it as well as you did. This is it EXACTLY.

This write-up of yours made me cry. I sometimes wonder what happened to the girl who wrote until she flew, too. Sometimes I get back to her -- it's happening more and more frequently these days -- but it's a constant, struggling, uphill battle. Because, while I can catch sight of her sometimes, I haven't caught up with her yet.

Maybe one day I will. Maybe one day we both will. :)

[dragonwhishes]

<3 Thank you.

Oh, god, I didn't mean to make anybody cry! That kind of makes me feel warm, though, that I got somebody to feel that emotion.

It's funny, how sometimes we lose things but we find them later. I hope I can find her again. I've been writing much more often, actually working on stories instead of just diary-type entries, and sometimes I think I see a flutter in the corner of my eye...

I hope so. Race you to them. :3

[reymonkey]

I have a confession to make. I was skimming the Flist and saw this and read it, and it's awesome but I didn't notice who wrote it. Right up until I hit the part about coming back to Monroe, I thought it was an entry by another friend of mine. Now your stuff is awesome, and so is hers. You're both writers, the kind of people you think about and that they're a writer goes hand in hand with your whole concept of who they are. The big difference between you and her?
She's more than twice your age.
Not only is this a really touching and gorgeous piece of writing, it's also so incredibly mature I was convinced it was written by somebody much older. Just saying.

[dragonwhishes]

<3 Thanks, Rey. That makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

[reymonkey]

Oh good. As compliments go, it was pretty incoherent.

[reymonkey]

I will admit the other person I thought wrote it also has 'dragon' in their username, which helped the confusion, at a glance.