OMG!!! I'm actually writing. It's the middle of the night and I really should be in bed because I have to be at work in 7 hours, but I'M WRITING.
Sure, it's only almost a page so far, and Goddess only knows if I'll be able to do it again tomorrow, but dammit I'm writing.
I haven't been able to write anything in so long, other than the odd unposted drabble and the ocassional untitled series that probably will remain unfinished because I wrote myself into a corner.
*sigh*
And NOW i decide to start getting sleepy. Why does the universe hate me?
Sure, it's only almost a page so far, and Goddess only knows if I'll be able to do it again tomorrow, but dammit I'm writing.
I haven't been able to write anything in so long, other than the odd unposted drabble and the ocassional untitled series that probably will remain unfinished because I wrote myself into a corner.
*sigh*
And NOW i decide to start getting sleepy. Why does the universe hate me?