A long time laterSomebody once said 'It's the good girls who keep the journals- the bad girls don't have the time'. In that case I must be downright wicked, though I can't think why.
I suppose I should apologise for not writing more often, but I don't really feel like it- I've been busy having adventures, the smallest of which was going half way across the world to Russia. The trip turned into a very nice pilgramage around the churches, palaces and passport offices/police stations (same things)... gave me chance to see a few different sides of the culture.
The book spiralled down, because I forced it, and is now climbing it's way upwards again like all of my work does. Good exam results from college encouraged me to take to the pen properly again and the plot line is sidleing lazily into view once more... I'll let it do things at it's own pace, it's no good rushing it.
So, for maybe a year or a month, bye again...
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In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.
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I fell in love with food. Is that such a sin?
Thanks for stoppin' by.
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When you've got nothing to lose, then baby you've got it all.
Writing more- I've a story coming on, and though it feels like I'm repeating myself again I think this could be the One that gets published. You never know. People keep asking me to write it- I know I can and I know I will, it's just sitting down to it. It makes me scared to even think of it, it makes my brain hurt. So very hurty. Ah me. I'll shut up now.
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.:NightRayde:.
Glad to meet you- don't worry about the late greetings. I know it's difficult to run a big show like this.
@',~~~
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.:NightRayde:.
Hello Crystaleyes, heard lots about you!
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