So I'm currently laboring under the workload from hell, and more than likely, the delusion someone gives a shat, but there you have it. In short, don't be looking for fresh posts for a while.

There, there... don't weep so! I shall return soon! More incoherent than ever!

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HANSGROHE Raindance. slots oasis machines

What a fun Sunday! I didn't intend to spend it writing, but that's exactly what I ended up doing.

I sat myself down in front of the keyboard yesterday morning simply wanting to spend an hour or two trying to flesh out a storyline. I've been determined, you see, to try and follow the rules, be proper and organized about the process as the experts I've been reading say I should. What emerged instead, to my delight, was page after page of actual story. Well la-dee-da. That mojo, it do work in mysterious ways. It’s a pretty bass-ackwards way of doing things, I suppose, but I don’t care. Because it felt really good to have the motor rev up like that. It made me realize just how off balance I've been. I reminded the prose fairy, or the muse, or whatever you want to call it why I spin these yarns and allowed myself to do it the way I'm comfortable doing it. I lightened up and just went for it. And man, it was wonderful. It's like a spur of the moment road trip — to have no idea where you are going or how you're going to get there — and who you might meet along the way. It's exciting.

Do I know there's inherent danger in taking this course? Sure I do. Constructing tall tales on instinct alone is risky. You can easily write yourself into a blind alley and turn around to watch helplessly as giant cracks appear in the tarmac of your story. Have I done that? Most assuredly. Will I do it again? Maybe and maybe not. I'd like to think I'm getting better at this and I'll lose those little bastards in traffic this time around.

Some fanficcers are fortunate enough to have small armies of beta-readers to stop them from making asses of themselves, and some, have the chops to do it on their own. Unfortunately, I ain't either one of those. Mad? Yes. Mad skillz? Not yet.

But yeah. I'm going to do it my way and if I crash and burn, so be it. I may appear the oblivious fool that's driving headlong over a precipice. I just might break every bone in my body on the way down or perhaps my little car will sprout wings. Either way, bring it on. I cannot banish insecurity completely, but I can tell it to go straight to hell every now and then. Yessiree.

So let the reader beware or to put it indelicately: look the fuck out ‘cause here I come with my foot to the floor. *laughs*