write write write

I'm at the stage where I'm forcing myself to write. I've got this story that I've been working on for nearly a year I think (yes, I am that slow) and I want. it. done. Don't have an ending, exactly, but I've got a beginning and a middle and a solid third quarter. Am now panicked because when I started it, it was in character and now I feel like it's totally implausible. Jack is whiny and dumb and Sam's a bitch and overly domineering and there's very little that's anything near good in it except there may or may not be a fair amount of smut.

I've been listening to a lot of Matt Good Band lately, and that's good for nobody.

( Strange Days - 'are you crazy to want this / even for a while? )

And not that I do things like this, but this song, Indestructable, is my Daniel song. My angry, bitter, cynical, black-humour Daniel song

( And if I go away again / You can have my stereo )

Mmm. Love Matt Good.

And, GIP, because this post needs to be as useless as I can make it. Text was mishead from the Nelly Furtado Song 'Build you up" The words are apparently "Oh, it's good for nothing." Freud? Why are you here?

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I worry that part of the US eastern seaboard may sink into the ocean tonight, never to be heard from again. This makes me sad. I like Boston. I might someday want to live in Boston. I worry it won't be there in the morning because of the little apocalypse we seem to be headed towards because BOSTON WON!

*glees quietly*

(not that I follow baseball at all. I just like a good underdog story.)