|I write so well I do it with one hand.|
And that blows.
All of my creative writing energy went to that bastard child with academia. It was 30 pages of pure bullpocky about something I really do care about, but not really, but I had to convince my advisers of that, but I like using conjunctions. Thankfully that whole SCHOOL thing is over with now, having just graduated this past May, leaving me time to get back to things I care about?
But wait! What was the other thing? And hasn't it been over two months since I graduated? What's been keeping me?!
The second thing was, bluntly, my mental health. She hasn't been doing so well these past couple of years - too much stress, too many disappointments, and too many idiots. I finally snapped and had to back away from everything, pretty much. Yes, even writing. Because I can't write very well when my brain is a clusterfackle of emotion, thank you very much. I take that out on music.
Not to say I haven't done any writing at all. On the contrary! I managed to finish the first half of the Key of Nixey's rewrite, which is now up for reading at my LiveJournal equivalent. I am also almost finished with the first draft of CROSS//Rebirth. Not too shabby. Also, if you haven't noticed, I am writing in my *gasp* writing blog again. This comes with a few other changes - namely that I've cut back on a couple other blog copies. As of now, the Blogspot version of MoaPA is the "official" blog. The only other one that will be updated is the LiveJournal one. So, pick your poison:
Or add both! I like to feel popular! And loved. It would help my mental health a lot! You know you want to!
Don't worry, legions of fans, I will continue to update. I have at least FIVE ideas already for future posts! That's at least five more entries you can look forward to reading in the coming days! Isn't that awesome.
Also, if you can't tell, the tone off these journals will take a bit of a turn. Before I tried to sound a little smart. You know, legit. Screw that. This is my personality, and this is WHO I AM I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR.
I typed that with the most piss-ass smile on my face. I suck at roaring.
I...I'm gonna go now. SEE YOU TOMORROW, PROBABLY.