Finally, an update on Invisible

I finished Part 2 and beginning Part 3. It took forever, because I was getting worried over little things that can be easily resolved with "it's a first draft". And now, it also wants a fourth part. Why, Invisible, why? You're already a long-ass novel thing!

Ahem. Anyway... if I get 1,000+ words done before I head to bed, I'll take the day off and read until my mid-shift at the bookstore.

Or I get Raptured. Whatever happens. /lulz

Minor update on the foot and flash fiction

Well, it turns out I had sprained my foot (thankfully, the worst of the pain is gone), so I'm wearing a orthopedic shoe and taking some pain meds now until it fully heals.

Still working on flash fiction and having a good time with it.

Not much insight for now. Until next time...

Whoa, where are the entries, y'all?

Not really the readers' responsibility for providing me with the content in order to stick to my schedule of MWF, isn't it?

So far, some really interesting things have occurred. For one thing, I pretty much refuse to drink caffeinated beverages. They tend to make me sleepier than they should. Atop that, since I'm the picture-perfect writer, coffee has the complete opposite effect also and usually don't drink it. If given a Coke, I would probably have it, but I don't miss it.

I also picked up a new hobby: bookbinding. So far, three out of the four items I made turned out very well. I would post pictures, but it's getting late so it'll be put off until later.

I got back into Invisible, but stopped again only due to my own silliness. It's going pretty good and I hope it may be completed in mid-July, at least that's what I'm aiming for.

Nothing much else going on, other than the usual boring things (e.g. waiting for my new glasses, waiting for my new license, etc.). And so I go... until next time.

'Tis a humble update, in the form of a poem, apparently...

Lack of motivation, dammit
you seem to always
haunt, disturb me
giving me reasons
no, false ideas
as to why I should throw
all my talent aside and say
"eff this noise, I'm gonna nap".
Alive, I don't feel like it
having dreams of crying
something is up
but the thing has no name
it is there, a spectre
and thy name is not
Writer's Block!
but who or what are you
spectre?
You have the shape of me
the voice of me
but not the words of me.
Arrows of fire will
hit your forehead
anyway.
Eff this noise, I'm gonna nap.

I have no post....

...so here are three songs to enjoy.

Currently listening to (JSYK, the first song):


Currently obsessed with (yep, still...):


Currently thinking about:


~
And don't ask about my writing. I already have yelled at myself enough.