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Feb. 12th, 2005 06:28 amI'm in procrastination mode.
I have "Splintered Soul" open, in front of me, in a word document. The page is split vertically down the middle: the original story is in the left-hand column, and the rewrite - currently only a few paragraphs long - is on the right. I have a notepad open with themes and bits of info that I need to introduce, expand on, etc. The only wrong with this picture is that I'm not writing anything.
Instead, I'm making a journal entry about it, or browsing forums, or getting stomach cramps at the mere smell of the McDonald's breakfast my co-worker has just brought back from across the street. (Well, okay, that last part isn't really my fault.)
Go awaaaaay from LiveJournal, Cass. You know you can do it. C'mon. Make me proud.
I have "Splintered Soul" open, in front of me, in a word document. The page is split vertically down the middle: the original story is in the left-hand column, and the rewrite - currently only a few paragraphs long - is on the right. I have a notepad open with themes and bits of info that I need to introduce, expand on, etc. The only wrong with this picture is that I'm not writing anything.
Instead, I'm making a journal entry about it, or browsing forums, or getting stomach cramps at the mere smell of the McDonald's breakfast my co-worker has just brought back from across the street. (Well, okay, that last part isn't really my fault.)
Go awaaaaay from LiveJournal, Cass. You know you can do it. C'mon. Make me proud.
