I went on a writing jag this weekend, and at this point I'm so spaced out I can barely string a sentence together verbally. It's spring, and I always do this in the spring. I'm good until about 40000 words, and then I start to forget which way is up and I lose all ability to function in the real world.
But I refuse to miss another blog post.
Which would be admirable, if I felt like I had anything to say. (It was seriously tempting to leave all the mistakes in that sentence, because it was spectacular.)
I think this is one of those times where I need someone to sit through my giant fangasm about what I've written and then tell me to turn it into something real. You know who you are.
Right. So this Monday is a little more Miscellaneous than normal, and a little more self-indulgent to boot. Whatevs.
But I refuse to miss another blog post.
Which would be admirable, if I felt like I had anything to say. (It was seriously tempting to leave all the mistakes in that sentence, because it was spectacular.)
I think this is one of those times where I need someone to sit through my giant fangasm about what I've written and then tell me to turn it into something real. You know who you are.
Right. So this Monday is a little more Miscellaneous than normal, and a little more self-indulgent to boot. Whatevs.
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