I'm On My Way To Better Days

Okay, so I've been doing a lot of shit since you've seen me last. It's been Christmas (which was pretty badass, actually), and now it's New Year's. Another year come and gone for my sorry self.

But I hauled in some great loot on the 25th. Best of it all: SOCK YARN . . . AND A PORTABLE HARDDRIVE FOR MY NETBOOK! 320 GB of free space, bay-beeeeeee! His name is Apollo, and he is mine. :D He makes me smile

But other than that, I haven't done much. But for the past week and a half, my internet was ZILCH. And today, it decided to come back with a vengence. Which I don't know . . . is either a good thing or a bad thing.

I've been able to write LOADS over Christmas break. Forty pages, guys! And I have so many fantastical ideas! (one of which is that I will NOT be naming my first book "Honor Among Thieves" like I thought - that's the second book. The first shall be known as "A Thin Line", which will go on about how each character has their own thin line that they must eventually cross). But since my internet came back, I've been doing stupid shit like reading fanfiction and browsing deviantArt for Hunger Game crap. I CAN'T HELP IT THE SHIT'S ADDICTING.

And seriously, I've been up since five AM, and I haven't changed out of pajama pants OR eaten breakfast. And it's fucking NOON. I'm such a dork.

But I'm also at a bit of a crossroads, to be truthfully honest. I'm trying to figure out how to work out the romance b/t two characters. And I'm afraid to show this to Z, what with it's horrible truths and all that fun (like I said, it's everything I've ever written in one book, so think Electricity (minus the BPRD), plus Molotov Cocktail (minus the Umbrella Academy), plus The Hybrid Chronicles (which I finally realized I was spelling wrong), and a sprrinkling of I Lost The Game.) Should be a crazy trip, eh?

But I may send it to him . . . have to make sure I have the right e-mail address first, though . . .

Well, you're not getting a countdown this year like last. I'm actually GOING to youth group so I can kick some major ass in laser tag and possibly hang out with people my own age for once . . . .

Well, I hope you're happy with this wonderful post. My ass hurts, and I have a House marathon to get back to. Happy fucking New Year.

~Jink

(I just realized . . . . this might be my last post of 2010. Nice.)