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treading water
I don't know why lately my muse has been haunting the weird and the dark. In the past couple weeks I've written something vaguely spectral about ghosts which may or may not have been real, something truly creepy, and now I'm writing about heroin and its effects on unrealized timeplay-talent.
But I'm fine! Really, I am. I feel fine. In over my head, because this is not necessarily my usual bailiwick - I have to research (I love research, I'm a total research nerd - I wish I could get paid to research things, I'd be all over that) - but I'm managing. Treading water. It's kind of fun, actually - a lot of what I write is often fluffy or slice-of-life, so I like the little journeys into the weird.
And while I'm here, I've decided that if I can't have this car, I'm not bothering getting my driver's license. So THERE.
But I'm fine! Really, I am. I feel fine. In over my head, because this is not necessarily my usual bailiwick - I have to research (I love research, I'm a total research nerd - I wish I could get paid to research things, I'd be all over that) - but I'm managing. Treading water. It's kind of fun, actually - a lot of what I write is often fluffy or slice-of-life, so I like the little journeys into the weird.
And while I'm here, I've decided that if I can't have this car, I'm not bothering getting my driver's license. So THERE.
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