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I want to write so badly, but every time I open up a new document to write something, I end up sitting there looking at a blank page for who knows how long....
Just finished a five book series in under 30 days (that’s why I’ve been gone) which is a personal record for me, but now I don’t know what to do with myself.
Well, I guess I’ll cope the only way I know how….I’m off to write fan fiction for it until it’s out of my head.
I just want to exude Big Rick O’Connell Energy.
I have been cleaning up and getting rid of stuff from my house in preparation for my in-laws coming to stay with us for a while. I am on the verge of tears because it’s been five days of nothing but cleaning and I’m not done.
Send an assassin. I’m begging for a swift death.
You know what kinda sucks...
As you get older, some of the people you used to freak out over fandom things with “grow up” and no longer care as much as you, then eventually you’re the only person still geeking out over fictional characters and it’s pretty buggin’ lonely.
But thank goodness for Tumblr
I have a adopted a little chic who’s legs and feet were injured and I’m currently nursing her back to health. Yesterday she began to stand up on her own and my heart is so full. I’m so proud of baby Gladis.
Someone wanna tell me why my brain gave me the need to write out this Pirate story all of a sudden??
Like it’s the whole nine yards. OC’s and the ocean, storms and Islands, Pirates and drama, pining love and *barf*
I can't even deal with myself...I’m going to bed.
I feel like I should get back on a Loki kick...
^ My brain, My Writers brain and a certain raven haired muse. You figure it out.