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October 07, 2003
meanwhile, at the barricade
I'm terrified to read the big fat George R.R. Martin fantasy series he's been writing the past couple of years because I know it's going to be fantastic, and I'm going to be utterly despondent over its fantasticness.
Or, y'know, not. Sometimes reading really good fiction has the exact opposite effect.
Whoo. I thought I was climbing my way out of hell, but then I made the mistake of looking back over my shoulder, and now I'm stuck on the path again. Next weekend (not this weekend), I swear I'm gonna lock myself in my office and tell Eurydice to shove it.
I've got five chapters and eight characters screaming for blood, and it's gonna be Bastille Day in my brain if I don't do something.
- ring around the rosie
pocket full of posies
ashes to ashes
we all fall down
Posted by sdshaver at October 7, 2003 04:25 PM