| Current mood: |  enthralled |
So I wanted to spread the joy of my writing, so I got an account on fictionpress.com, which is great. I've been uploading some of my writing, Delamar's project, some poetry, some other stuff like that. Unfortunately, nobody will be able to see any of my stuff until 24 hours after it's posted, so that's a bit of a bitch, but it's the best I can do, and I can't really complain because I've been wanting a place where I can post my stuff, anyway, so I'm just happy about it. I want to start another story soon, but I don't know if I actually have the time or if I'm just fooling myself. Over the summer I will, though. And my play for Higgins is DEFINITELY going to be performed tomorrow, but I'm not nervous about it, any more. It's just one of those things where, once it becomes inevitable IN YOUR EYES (no matter how inevitable it was before), you just sort of start to shrug it off. I just have to remember the cane and glass tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't. Tonight I'll lay it all out.
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