Gah. Work.

They say that you're suppose to be happy doing the things that you love. Why, then, does my head begin to SPLIT whenever I start to get some work done?
(Heh, heh. Emoticons.)

Anyway, I sat down today and wrote up half of my prologue. "Woop-de-fucking-doo" you say? Seriously, writing half of an entire chapter in one sitting is a real accomplishment. Especially considering that I had the entirety of jack and crap to work from when I started.

If only everything were this easy. Today it just came to me, but more typically you'll find me sitting in front of my laptop staring at the last paragraph I just wrote, wondering where the hell I thought I was going with this. (I guess I feel like cursing a lot today) I think my biggest problem is that I am constantly trying to force the situation in order to fit into one concept that I like. Sometimes you've just got to give and put away that scene you came up with while watching Scrubs (Ya, no kidding. Ask me if you're curious) for another day.

And now, just because this thing is exactly 3 different kinds of Win:



That is all.