start writing again

... what happened around Srebrenica some 13 years ago.

... I’d say this t.A.T.u. thingie is 70-75% done.

My favorite beta-reader seems reasonably enthusiastic ^^

And here’s to you all, to thank you for your support!

... what makes it so, but the creative juices are pretty hard to squeeze out these days.

I am, nevertheless, quite proud to announce that a new piece of pornography is on its way, featuring my favorite russian faux lesbians engaged in what everybody¹ has always wanted them to do instead of singing.

Oh, and I have this feeling that it might be illustrated.

(1) by everybody, of course, I mean I.

First post at 100 Words: check!

First writing assignment four our brand new creative writing group, writing a text about Paris in 100 words – yes, coincidence! – without using the letter E: check!

I rule, now, don’t I?

... over there at 100 Words.

The idea?
Write in batches of 100 words, no more, no less, every single day, during one month.

The goal?
Let the creative juices flow.

The trick?
Fail to write even one day and it’s all ruined.

I’m registered.
Who knows, it might be a good training for NaNoWriMo

... and I’m starting to question myself about the interest of the story itself. Are there stories “worther” to tell than others?

I kinda feel like I’ve reached a personal peak with my previous story, The Tour Guide, and I might just be afraid of not doing better this time (although… what does “better” mean?).

I’ll probably end up spiking the story with meta about telling the story - hell, it’s not like I can refrain from doing so, right? - which will at least give me the excuse of postmodernism even if it plainly sucks ^^

And, I’ll consider this thing done when the story’s actually all rolled up and online. Yup.

I am writing.
Right now.
ALT-TAB, back to it!
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So many stories in my head, so many characters I want to write about, be they cyborgs, assassins or erotic dancers.
Feels like they’re all warm and cosy up there, I guess I have to find a way to let them out, to get some fresh air or something.
Some of their peers already died a quiet yet shameful death.