Well… I got a loverly surprise from the mailman today. THANK YOU LINDSIE!!! It’s the bestest present I’ve got in ever!!
I just spent a good three hours re-reading everything I’ve written so far this year and I’m failing to be inspired. Crap on a stick. But then I suppose it doesn’t help that half of the things are M-related. I need something new to write about, but I keep circling back to that. My only explanation is that somehow I’m not done with it – but for fucks sake what will it take for that to happen? Good news is that there is a bit on the horizon that might coalesce into something useable. Wish me luck, because it’s in that amorphous state between brain and paper where it wil either fail and vanish completely, or become something lovely. *crosses eyes*