I’ve decided to up the word count of the first Driplight book to 70k, around 300 pages. This will take far longer than my attempt at NaNoWriMo. Wish me luck, I’ve had positive responses so far. Just hope I can keep them up
A ramble (oh fuck he’s talking about himself)
I won’t tag this.
I often find that it’s difficult to maintain composure, to keep hold of the reigns that guide my life. Some times I hit bumps in the road, some times I come to forks or junctions that leave me lost. I can smother the indignity and helplessness with distractions or destructions but in the end I’m still left wanting and the problems haven’t left, they’ve multiplied.
My faith in tomorrow has never generally left me, but I couldn’t honestly say it’s the easiest thing to hold onto. I mean, who knows what’s next? Who knows what’s going to happen. Nobody. And I certainly won’t. It’ll change, it always does. But it looks for the time being I’ve got some strife coming to work through, I guess it’s just that time in my life that this needs to happen. Fair or not. A way will come, I just have to bite the bullet and ride out the hardship.
cephalod tats, I can’t think of anything hotter
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Streets choked with dead, always cool
God creates dinosaurs; God destroys dinosaurs; God creates man; man destroys God; man creates dinosaurs.
— Ian Malcolm - Jurrasic Park
"Deals death" to cute fluffy animals