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parallax23It's been almost a year since I last updated a fic. It's hard to imagine that time has gone by so fast, another year will be over soon. I haven't quite given up on the series, I just don't have time these days. I'm especially guilty after I was hanging out with some old friends and Dark Angel came up and the general consensus of loss over it.
I also can't seem to get any writing done for my other stories. I have tons of ideas, but none of them are quite panning out. I'm waiting in the wings for a few other opportunities to come through as well. Bouncing around is making me crazy.
I just don't want to end up as one of those writers who writes tons of stuff that doesn't become anything but wood pulp for Staples memo pads. But I've also seen that life sometimes takes you to strange places. Maybe it'll take me to a place where I can finish a story again, instead of living a life that seems story worthy. I'm saving all of these experiences up and someday, somehow I'm going to use all of them in my tales.
There have been wild postulations that the world is going to end on May 21st this year. Lucky me, I get to be a bridesmaid and when fire and brimstone come down, I will be dashing around in a poofy pink/fuchsia/magenta dress. You can totally tell I didn't pick this color, but it was all we could get on short notice. Also, I nearly fell over laughing when I saw that the new Bridesmaids movie posters had similar dresses to ours.
Who needs fiction when you're me?
I also can't seem to get any writing done for my other stories. I have tons of ideas, but none of them are quite panning out. I'm waiting in the wings for a few other opportunities to come through as well. Bouncing around is making me crazy.
I just don't want to end up as one of those writers who writes tons of stuff that doesn't become anything but wood pulp for Staples memo pads. But I've also seen that life sometimes takes you to strange places. Maybe it'll take me to a place where I can finish a story again, instead of living a life that seems story worthy. I'm saving all of these experiences up and someday, somehow I'm going to use all of them in my tales.
There have been wild postulations that the world is going to end on May 21st this year. Lucky me, I get to be a bridesmaid and when fire and brimstone come down, I will be dashing around in a poofy pink/fuchsia/magenta dress. You can totally tell I didn't pick this color, but it was all we could get on short notice. Also, I nearly fell over laughing when I saw that the new Bridesmaids movie posters had similar dresses to ours.
Who needs fiction when you're me?