It lives!
Listening to: Weak and Powerless (Tilling my Grave Mix)- A Perfect Circle
Mood: Strange
For once in my life, I'm not sitting here, talking about writing. About how much I miss it, or how my angsty muse seems to have flown the coop for good. Instead of whining and moaning about it, I'm actually *doing* it. So far, the word count is hovering around 10,830...and I think I've earned the right to brag about it, just a little bit.
*brag, brag, brag*
There, that wasn't so bad, was it?
In other news, there are many projects that need my attention: the dead but dreaming 'zine, another website or ten, and this whole quitting smoking thing that I keep putting off, because the stress levels have been running through the roof, thanks to some ever simmering drama on the home front. Never fear, I'll be devoting extra time to all of the above, now that I'm not flat on my back with the flu any more.
Lots of changes in the air. I'm dealing as best I can, and so far, writing has been a godsend towards helping me keep my sanity through all of this stress. Let's hope it holds out for a little while longer, because I think escaping into another world where I have at least the semblence of control is going to prove to be very important in the next few months.