October 30th, 2007

cass, can you not

Original Fic: The Writer

He had been born with books already in his mind, word by perfect word, and the compulsion to write them. Who had put them there, how, and with what purpose, were things he didn't know. He suspected dangerous reasons, and the very texture of what he typed made him shiver at times.

But he never stopped writing.

.finis.
cass, can you not

Dear self:

You don't know *squat* about novel writing, thousand word stories are a stretch for you. And you already have a seriously overbudgeted schedule as it is.

It doesn't matter what you want. You can't do NaNoWriMo.

best regards,
Me

PS: Sense-of-reality says 'hi'
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