I just noticed my cat barfed on my backpack. Marvelous. I love animals.

Anyway, just wanted to wish a belated happy holidays to everyone out there, and a sincere thank you to the people who watch me for what I do, since I seem to have so much trouble doing it. It means a lot. When it comes to creativity, I've been in an abyss, and I apologize.

I've finally propped up some of my old gallery again after blowing the dust away. That's all I really wanted to mention. I plan to actually put up something new soon, I promise. I also promise to try to stop crushing my own progress out of fear of success. Honestly.

My thoughts are very disjointed and this will be a terrible journal. While I'm rambling, happy birthday to *FlipSheep and ~Luprus, and a happy new year to the rest of the masses. 2009 has been rough. Terribly rough. Here's to hoping next year will be a little kinder, to everyone.

_{At least Billy Mays is still selling cleaning products in Heaven.}

*AndMaybeASoda asked that her friends do this holiday wish list in her own rendition of it, and, assuming that I am most likely her friend, albeit a worrisome and rather far away one, I basically just jacked the fucking thing.

You're welcome.

Ten things I want:

1. To not suck.
2. A metaphorical rocket launcher, which will be used solely for the purpose of obliterating the shit out of writer's block (currently "writer's brick wall").
3. An acceptance letter from the only college I want to go to.
4. Stuff you make: costs only time and worth a ton to me.
5. A scholarship.
6. Someone to bounce characters and ideas off of before I explode.
7. The ability to write a complete short story.
8. More hours in a day.
9. A coat that is actually cool.
10. Your love.
10½. Maybe just comments on prose a llama.

A llama is good.

All things considered, I would rather get nothing for Christmas this year except appreciation from people I care about. This is, in fact, all I am anticipating. Anything more will be somewhat confusing.

I've been lurking around, as a couple of you might have noticed, but I really don't have much to say. Nothing to post; just a lot of ideas for a lot of short stories I don't have the time or will to write. Kind of in a dry spell in a lot of areas of life. I hope to actually start writing again over winter break, but they do say hope is wasted on the hopeless.

Happy holidays, kids.

Won't be online for a while.

Gallery's in storage for now. I'll try to work on some stuff that I promised a while ago while I'm gone.

So, my Create-A-Thing Juice™ is drained down to what is probably an all time low, just a little bit of dribble swirling around at the bottom of the Create-A-Thing Jar™, and it's safe to say I have accomplished pretty much nothing in the past few months.

That said, hey. You there.

Tell me to do something.

I don't really care what it is; should I write something, draw something, show something off? Take a picture of... something? I'll do whatever, here.

_{I got my wisdom teeth out on Thursday so I need work to distract me from the GAPING HOLES IN MY MOUTH. HELP.}

What; a tag for writers? These exist? I had no idea. Taken from ~seussical-love, because I just can't help myself.

To help me answer questions today, I have with me my trusted and travel-sized companion, Tinyvoice.

_{(ARARARARAARRAARR.)}

Oh, Tinyvoice. What fun we shall have together.

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1. What’s the last thing you wrote?
Not necessarily completed, right? Because the last thing I actually wrote was about a page and a half of a drabble I've had in my head for some time now.

2. Was it any good?
No, not really. Especially since it's not done and I haven't edited it a all.

3. What’s the first thing you wrote that you still have?
I actually still have a story I wrote in first or second grade about a parrot that escaped from its master's house and flew to the tropics. I was so proud of it back then. Now it's just hilarious.

4. Write poetry?
I try not to. It was almost all I wrote in middle school. Now I just crank out a poem once every couple months or so.

5. Angsty poetry?
Not for you to see, at least.

6. Favourite genre of writing?
I love horror and fantasy and sci-fi, of course, but most of what I write I can't classify any which way. I've given up by now.

7. Most fun character you’ve ever created?
I love a lot of my characters for a lot of different reasons, whether they're from a major storyline or a short little blurb that goes nowhere. Some of them are just so interesting. I end up psychoanalyzing things I made up.

8. Most annoying character you’ve ever created?
Everyone I made before I went through puberty.

9. Best plot you’ve ever created?
A little something still in the works that I have not revealed to anyone yet.
_{I AM SO MYSTICAL.}

10. Coolest plot twist you’ve ever created?
SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE

11. How often do you get writer’s block?
New question. How often do I not get writer's block?

12. Write fan fiction?
I'd rather be shot, thank you.
_{(I used to write it all the time. I was somewhat popular, actually. I had a Yu Yu Hakusho series I wrote in sixth grade that got tons of fans on Quizilla. I stopped around eighth grade, when I could actually think for myself.)}

13. Do you type or write by hand?
Both. I write by hand when I don't have a computer, which is why I am always bent over a notebook at school, but I also tend to write more prose on the computer, and write it better.

14. Do you save everything you write?
For the most part, yes. Through various computer crashes and fits of teenage angst, I lost a lot of prose I wrote at twelve and thirteen, but that's probably for the best. I have gigantic piles of notebooks I've filled up that go back to about fifth grade.

15. Do you ever go back to an idea after you’ve abandoned it?
I'll answer you by saying that I have characters I made in seventh grade revamped and reinserted into stories I have now. I also keep all my old ideas, even though most of them are clinically retarded.

16. What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?
Somewhere between Recessional, Elegy, and something I'm still editing and have never posted, Child.
_{(NONE OF THEM ARE VERY GOOD.)}

17. What’s everyone else’s favorite story that you’ve written?
I don't know, probably some fanfiction parody that I put no thought or effort into. Sigh.

18. Do you ever show people your work?
Well, you see, when you're on an art website, you usually post a piece of crap or two. For the most part, though, no, I don't show off my stuff, unless I'm looking for critique.
_{(WHICH I NEVER GET.)}

19. Did you ever write a novel?
I've been rewriting the same chapters of the same novel with the same unending frustration for approximately four years now, if that's what you mean.

20. Ever written romance or angsty teen drama?
Not since I had brain cancer was twelve.

21. What’s your favorite setting for your characters?
I've made up a world and usually tend to throw everyone around in it at random. If not there, it really varies. Usually modern day, though.

22. How many writing projects are you working on right now?
How many fingers do you have? Yes, well. Take that number and multiply it in your head until you get confused. That's how many.

23. Do you want to write for a living?
I try not to get my hopes up.
_{(YEEEES AUUUGHHH)}

24. Have you ever won an award for your writing?
If I have, I must have been concussed at the time, because I certainly can't recall winning anything. It would probably help if I entered things.

25. Ever written anything in script or play format?
Oh, yes; countless parodies and satirical summaries of books, plays, and movies. If that actually counts as writing.

26. What are your five favorite words?
Delicate, fragility, eyes, intricate, realign--I love words that sound beautiful or mean beautiful things. I am a sap, by the by.
_{(Collide, purity, eyes, acquiescence, ink, corrosion, ruin, weaving. I CAN'T JUST DO FIVE, MAN.)}

27. Do you ever write based on yourself?
Meaning what, exactly? Because, really, I'm kind of everywhere in what I write, whether I like it or not. It's a subconscious thing; every writer does it. You may be what you eat, but I am what I write.
_{(That doesn't reflect well on me at all, does it?)}

28. What character have you created that is most like yourself?
I have no idea. I can pick out similarities in a lot of them, not to say I'm basing them all off myself, because I'm certainly not. Honestly, I can't think of an answer, here.

29. Where do you get ideas for your characters?
Everywhere--books, songs, pictures, movies, mythology, people I know, people I don't know, things I feel, inexplicable objects or personality traits.
_{("I WANT A CHARACTER WHO LIKES NASAL SPRAY AND/OR IS A SADOMASOCHIST. *creates*")}

30. Do you ever write based on your dreams?
I'm guilty of this, though it may seem ill-advised. A ton of my most important characters have come from dreams, as well as a whole bunch of monsters and mutants.
_{(I have a lot of nightmares.)}

31. Do you favor happy endings, sad endings or cliff-hangers?
I think I tend to lean toward endings that make you feel both pleased and unsatisfied all at once. That's kind of dickish of me. The more I think about it, the more I realize I am also fond of horribly depressing endings.

32. Have you ever written based on an artwork you’ve seen?
Damn straight, sir.

33. Are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write?
I am. Half the time I stop mid-sentence to look up the spelling of a word or find a better-sounding synonym. I tend to edit as I'm writing a lot of the time. I know people say just get the rough draft out, but that hurts me.

34. Ever write anything in chatspeak (how r u?)
I would rather put my entire arm through a shredder, thanks.

35. Entirely in L337?
So about how I hate you.

36. Was that question appalling and unwriterly?
Yes.

38. Does music help you write?
It depends. Sometimes, a song will set the mood for the piece I'm working on, and I'll play it on repeat as I write. Other times, music is just distracting. That's usually the case on most bigger projects, like book chapters.

39. Quote something you’ve written. Whatever pops into your head.

He turned to Hell before her; he outstretched his arms and rose from the ground as the tendrils lifted him. They burst across the room, brown and filmy and hollow like veins, stretching to the walls of her house, touching her hands as she moved back to cover her face.
“I am back.”

_{(YAAAAY, OCTET DESTROYING LIVES.)}

40. NOW TAG 5 PEOPLE!
IF YOU ARE A WRITER, YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY TAGGED.

ENJOY YOUR AIDS.