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The Writing Front: An Announcement
Jan. 6th, 2006 05:16 pmBleh. Still sick, and feeling horrid because a) I'm nauseated, b) I am undergoing That Time Of The Month, and c) I did not go to sleep until four in the morning last night, despite lying in bed for about two hours quietly counting my breaths. I was exhausted, but I couldn't sleep. Madness, eh? I've spent a lot of time today catching up on sleep. Ugh.
Anyway, the announcement. *drumroll on desk* All hail![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tuesday_skyline and its (so far identical) Xanga counterpart, wherein Banui writes weird vignettes and might even have Ian and Tuesday answer surveys. Maybe. (And there's this mad little part of me that hopes that somehow I garner some sort of cult following which launches me into author stardom and onto some bestseller list because of my thousands of crazed fans, one of whom happens to be connected with a publishing company somewhere. Ha ha ha. Everyone's entitled to dream a bit, eh?)
Ian still hasn't got a last name. Poor chap.
And I haven't got a brain. I feel muddle-headed again. Oy, off to doctor meself with Harry Potter or something. I can't even write, despite the fics that are mucking about in my head at the moment. Two, at least, and one's got a title. Gah. (One) Goal of the New Year: Become A More Disciplined Writer.
Anyway, the announcement. *drumroll on desk* All hail
tuesday_skyline and its (so far identical) Xanga counterpart, wherein Banui writes weird vignettes and might even have Ian and Tuesday answer surveys. Maybe. (And there's this mad little part of me that hopes that somehow I garner some sort of cult following which launches me into author stardom and onto some bestseller list because of my thousands of crazed fans, one of whom happens to be connected with a publishing company somewhere. Ha ha ha. Everyone's entitled to dream a bit, eh?) Ian still hasn't got a last name. Poor chap.
And I haven't got a brain. I feel muddle-headed again. Oy, off to doctor meself with Harry Potter or something. I can't even write, despite the fics that are mucking about in my head at the moment. Two, at least, and one's got a title. Gah. (One) Goal of the New Year: Become A More Disciplined Writer.
