I do declare, it is simply atrocious not to keep up one's journal. Where the heck have I been? Here, there and nowhere. Bursting aflame and blowing into corners as ash. I'm a nervous wire, waiting for an approval from my insurance company so I can have the first—and hopefully last—surgery of my life. Hope they don't wait too long. But, counting backwards from ten and then going nighty-night scares the piss out of me, so stalling doesn't sound so bad.
Writing happens to me in fast and slow spurts. Right now it's fast. I'm re-writing, filling my walls with chapter illustrations, none of which are good enough for DA. I think. I don'