You know I'm a writer, and you know I'm critical, so why can't I write critically?

The last thing that I want on my live journal is drama. The stupid post that somehow resulted in some stupid dramatic intenet war isn't gone, but is no longer up. My name is scarred enough as it is. I don't want my journal to be tainted with live journal drama. That's stupid.

Tonight I did something I've always wanted to do ( Read more... )

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That manner was sitting in the open trunk of my car, into which we had shoved a gigantic bean bag chair. We threw ourselves into the massive cushion and let it conform around the curves of our derrieres as we sunk to the floor of the trunk and got comfortable. There we faced the end of the driveway, which was covered in a sheet of solid black. We ( Read more... )

The boys were visibly lazy that night. I could tell they wanted nothing else but to lounge around and listen to their music, and possible converse when they felt the silence becoming awkward. Not one of the three of them had even the slightest desire to look at the sky overflowing with stars that sat on top of us, roaming in the gigantic black ( Read more... )

I will update in approximately eight hours.

I've reached page 15 (!!!) of my novella, and I've been in a complete zone for the past couple days. The pages have been filling up rapidly and I find it hard to stop writing. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that I'm writing an actual book, instead of the kinds of books I've written for the past two years. It's exciting knowing that I've written ( Read more... )

at 4:20 today ( Read more... )

A camera attached to the upper corner of my room could have recorded such a stunning shot about thirty minutes ago on this sunny Monday afternoon. Unfortunately, such a shot will have to remain visible only in my memory, due to technology's batteries sputtering out and dieing at the most inconvenient times ( Read more... )