Well.

The last couple of days have been moderately fruitful as far as writing goes. I have to be thankful for that. I really am feeling like I'm ripping my own toenails out or something trying to find a bit of inspiration. Well, maybe not so painful as much as just utter and bleak emptiness. I think this writing gig is just an unusual method of self torture we've devised for ourselves. Very sado-masochistic. Here, stab yourself in the eye with a pencil. Do it again! Any other gig we'd say 'wtf? I am out of here!'. Anyways, I digress. I've gotten two pieces out that are decent enough. I'm pleased.

Only eight more to go in this round! Thank the heavens.