Sta.sh
Unhappy
I am indeed alive. You aren't free of me just yet.
I haven't written much at all recently. It just seems like every time I put my pen to the paper of my fingertips to the keys it all slips away beneath my grasp and the reinforced walls come and barracade the premises. This is probably the worst writer's block of all time.
I'm still trying to work on "What's Left Of Me". I'm still working on two projects for ~Toume including a "Final Fantasy: Dissidia Challenge" and a ficlet I am entitling "Glass Bowls" that features one of her OCxHiei.
On top of those, there are other projects that are like plot bunnies, invading my personal bubble every chance of the day.
But everytime I try to caress them they simply vanish. What's an author to do?
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Lelouch: "Suzaku Kururugi, join the black knights!!!"
Suzaku: "NO WAY xD"
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"So you just figured you'd come here, to the most hostile environment known to men, with no training of any kind, and see how it went? What was going through your head?"
"Maybe I was sick of doctors telling me what I couldn't do."
And you're very welcome, of course.
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I support Non-Canon Pairings!
My FanFiction: [link]
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"So you just figured you'd come here, to the most hostile environment known to men, with no training of any kind, and see how it went? What was going through your head?"
"Maybe I was sick of doctors telling me what I couldn't do."
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I support Non-Canon Pairings!
My FanFiction: [link]
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Life's but a walking shadow, A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And is heard from no more --Shakespeare
One of my greatest fears is that one day and axe murderer will jump through my bedroom window and strangle me. -- Me
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"So you just figured you'd come here, to the most hostile environment known to men, with no training of any kind, and see how it went? What was going through your head?"
"Maybe I was sick of doctors telling me what I couldn't do."