Weird thing to think about on a stormy, rainy, Saturday morning... wait, the rain stopped and it's afternoon but whatever. I don't think I'll be able to read all the way to the end, I've already reached my point of saturation; LDMU is kicking-in. But the way you write, it's just so new? so creative? so... inspiring? I just wanna say I'm jealous, that you can write so well, and that you can write so often. I have to be in a bad mood just to write mediocrity. I've also noticed I've only ever wrote about myself, which is alright for me but as another friend had pointed out, sometimes I forget to make sense.
And now I've lost the will to write something awesome. Damn industrial sized stapler.
Back to the topic at hand, or rather to use it as a segway to my next point, I want to try to write fiction. And most likely it will be on a different place than here. I have a few ideas already, and well, you'll probably have to stalk me to find out where it will be.
I hope this won't be my last post on this. The end deserves a better beginning, middle, and end.
