Writing Stuff
Channeled my vile mood into my writing. Apparently my muse was feeling goth, because she just ate up my blue funk. Good for her. I wasn't up to picking up any of my WIPs--deficient attention span to go with my grim emotional state--so I did some flash. That worked surprisingly well. I actually started and completed two <1K pieces. Cathartic success. Twisted little things, the both of them. I handed one over to
I may feel like a cement mixer rolled over my soul, but at least it's pumping ye olde writing bellows. Yay?
New Words: 2000
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