Back to normal

I'd forgotten how terrible it is to get the desperate urge to write while at work. Oh dear.

That said, at last, the longing to put words together and see what happens has returned, after a dreadfully long absence! I'd also forgotten how much I had missed this, as maddening as it may be.

Tonight, then. Tonight.

Is recluse still an occupation?

Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you could be a recluse and never see a single human being ever again?

...I am most definitely having one of those days. *RAGE*

When the rain falls...

It has been raining for the past few days, a heavy, straight rain which I can't help but stare at from my window. The sound of it is strangely soothing, and always has been. I feel safe whenever I'm inside from the rain, and warm, curled up in my room or on the couch while listening to it.

It always turns my writing dark and somber.

And, now, yes, it has started to rain again.

Time to start the morning for real.

Introduction

I suppose this would be where I mention something about myself...

I write. I dream. I must sometimes unfortunately be realistic. I flounder. I make mistakes. And then write about them. I hope. I wish.

But mostly I write, a lot. I'm currently what they call a 'working writer' - in other words, I write a lot, polish the words a lot, and then submit, submit, submit, and await that wonderful day of having made a sale. :) I write mostly genre fiction, usually fantasy, horror, speculative and everything that falls between.

Speaking of which, I should probably write now, come to think of it.