Sleeping is clearly over rated as far as my body is concerned. I woke up at some stupid time, did some crunches and junk, had breakfast, went to the gym (it’s a 40 min walk each way) Actually jogged at the gym! Grocery shopping….and now…the SLUMP to shame all other slumps.
For the first time in about 3 million years (no exaggeration ;p) I can write, but at present I am so tired that just typing this is wearing me out. Someone come chuck a bucket of cold water at me!
In other news;
Squeal! Also, poor Thor had 3 copies of his cover left, but this was the last LOKI! Mwhahahaahhahaha! The problem with shopping alone is that you can’t really get away with the fangirl squealing when you see things like this in the shop. I think my town knows what I’m like by now though. My Precious……
Thinking I might put some more work up on Wattpad, but not sure anyone would read it? Losing ANY enthusiasm for the idea of getting published, it is clearly not going to happen (mostly due to a lack of dinero as editing etc is a joke. And ink. Paper. Postage. Envelopes. Most expensive of all is probably my sanity, but can you really lose what you never had?)
Apart from that I haven’t done much. I discovered Tumblr (where have you been all my life?!?) and now have even more distractions to stop me from writing. The worst have to be the pics from ‘Only Lovers Left Alive’ As the great George Takei would say; ‘Oh my!’
Love and hugs
OH ACTUALLY, here is a snippet of what I am working on as I doubt it will EVER be finished. Procrastination thy name is Lily.
‘I’m not sure how long I lay there, soaked to the skin, shivering and panting, trying to concentrate on my breathing and not the phantoms of my beloved. When I managed to pull myself together, I sat up and looked around. The world was a different place in the rain. It was hard to make anything out with the pelting drops hitting your eyes and skin- making you blink like you’re having a fit. I made out a figure before me; a tiny coat that had once been bright red, now darkened from the wet and patches of dirt. Patent leather shoes that clicked as they got closer, a tiny face with round cheeks, dark lashes, dark eyes and a curtain of dark knotted hair across the shoulders. The tiny girl approached me with faltering steps. I watched in silence, awed that she had the guts to approach anyone and not run screaming into the nearest building. Was she real?
“Hello.” I said quietly, my voice cracking and catching as I panted.
She smiled faintly, blinking the water from her eyes. She couldn’t have been more than 8 years old, though she may have been older, small from malnutrition and the hardships she had probably seen.
“What are you doing out here? You could get hurt.” I pulled myself up onto my feet and walked closer slowly, trying to not startle her.
“You look cold.” she said in a small voice, her rose bud lips red from the bitter wind.
She looked like a mistreated china doll, with her hair in disarray around her face.
“It’s not the warmest day.” I said nonchalantly.
I hadn’t had many conversations lately and felt out of practice. Was it still ok to moan about the weather? We didn’t have school, crushes or our parents to bitch about and I didn’t think listing atrocities was appropriate for someone so young.’
Being the genius that I am, I’ve started on the follow up before the first is even finished. I am so smart :(