It's strange to me that I'm actually running out of pointless things to say. I would just keep filling up the days with other various works, but on the other side of that I'd like to keep at least SOME of my work unknown until it's published.
I went back over all of my journals and such and discovered that I have over two hundred pages of handwritten material. A large quantity of that is shit, but hey, it's all about the journey. Also, since I've come to Eugene I've used up three ink cartridges for my pen.
My southern gothic fantasy hybrid piece is stuck and has been for some time now. I thought I'd make this a new paragraph because I'm not writing this one by hand, seeing as I plan for it to be substantially longer than any other of my pieces. Four chapters and a prologue does not make a suitable standalone piece.
I am frustrated.
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