Write more

This comes along nicely, sometimes.

But none of it is very interesting, alas.

Still! It makes me feel better about myself.

With some minor changes to thinking patterns and a psuedo-muse, I’ve been writing a lot lately! I’m going to need a new book soon.

I doubt I’ll ever share any of it though, it is pretty awful.

Wow, seven months.

Anyway. Despite the death of my black book goal I’m writing more than usual lately, and since I intend to use that book a lot more, this goal remains and I should actually progress.

Now if only I could write something that was both interesting and not shit awful. Heh.

I haven’t written a thing since last friday! I am a bad person. However: Tuesday night. That is, tomorrow. I’m breaking my slavery to the screens.

I’ve been writing assignments.

I also started a letter today! It’s a momentous occasion.

I’m writing a lot more these days. It’s all utterly pointless but once in a while i pull out a few lines of, something else.. not often. working on it, sort of!

too bad i hate everything i write. with good cause!

also: built in cynicism does not allow me to see the beauty in words. wonderful.