At least this much I know is true: "The LORD your God carried you, just as a man carries his son, in all the way which you have walked, until you came to this place." [Deuteronomy 1:31]
"The final purpose of art is to intensify, even, if necessary, to exacerbate, the moral consciousness of people."
One of my friends, vertigozooropa, said that a good day is one that starts out crappy and can only get better.
So, for those fans of the show, this is a future-fic. And I wrote it before the team split up, so take that into consideration, please.
Sorry 'bout that. Nothing drastic has happened, in terms of RL evil-nastiness. I've just been somewhat stressed and very tired, not to mention emotional.
Driving in slow traffic, I noted this ambiguous license plate: XCEPTIT
Gakked from mistraltoes:( My Harry Potter alter ego: )
Writing is going swimmingly. This is one of those times when I have three different projects going on, two of them on some type of deadline.
All right. Here we go. I have much more that I could say, but this will do for now. I'm putting my general (ie, unspoilery) reactions first, and then lj-cutting the actual spoiler bits.
aka, "They say confession is good for the soul." I have nothing to show as yet. Argh. So many people I know have reached 1,000 words already!
Well, the alloted 30 days have passed. My novel stands at a slightly shameful 28,080 words.
Check out the number of quotations. LOL. I suppose what this really says about my journal is that I don't tend to use it for personal stuff...at least, not often.