In which I am totally pwned.
Feb. 24th, 2008 04:10 pmSo.
I mentioned a while back that I was buying a notebook so that I could keep writing on random stuff. I wasn't planning on what happened once I actually started writing in it. It got the better of me, it did.
For a while I had to make sure that I kept myself to a strict writing schedule. It was a discipline thing; if I didn' t write at least a little bit a day it was too hard to do much else with anything. So I gave myself this schedule. At least an hour a day at the machine or notebook, no other interruptions to bother me, a timer at my right and a steaming cup of (delicious! <3) tea at the left. Clickie the pen, date the page, and write!
An hour later, I have the second installment of the Organization XIII Therapy sessions in glorious chickenscratch. o.O
The following day, the third one shows up. And it's even scarier, somehow.
I'm going for a fourth. It's like crack, really. (Or is it heroin? Oh well. It's not important.
I mentioned a while back that I was buying a notebook so that I could keep writing on random stuff. I wasn't planning on what happened once I actually started writing in it. It got the better of me, it did.
For a while I had to make sure that I kept myself to a strict writing schedule. It was a discipline thing; if I didn' t write at least a little bit a day it was too hard to do much else with anything. So I gave myself this schedule. At least an hour a day at the machine or notebook, no other interruptions to bother me, a timer at my right and a steaming cup of (delicious! <3) tea at the left. Clickie the pen, date the page, and write!
An hour later, I have the second installment of the Organization XIII Therapy sessions in glorious chickenscratch. o.O
The following day, the third one shows up. And it's even scarier, somehow.
I'm going for a fourth. It's like crack, really. (Or is it heroin? Oh well. It's not important.