When the day grows dark and cold I get some hot chocolate, a fire, a book, a cat - talk on the phone for hours, lying on my back. I write. I fall asleep earlier. 

I'm going to submit to an actual writing journal.
Today.
Right now.

I'm terrified.
Oh well. 
Here I go!

 So the way you don't help yourself fall asleep is to read the entirety of American Psycho at three in the morning and end up shivering in a corner freaked out by the idea of female genital mutilation ( Read more... )

More writing. From Linebyline again ( Read more... )

Decided to start posting the poems I put in communities also on my journal ( Read more... )

I miss summer.