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Night pass slow.
There's nothing like the feeling of sitting in spitting distance of finishing a very long story and just punching on through. It's a tiring feeling, but a good one.
I've just finished the rough drafts of both my Big Bang entries. I'm going to wait until October to start editing anything, which should still be enough time to normalize my sleep schedule and get the reference materials I need to read that I haven't gotten around to yet. And I swear I'm done talking about this until it's time to post them. Honest.
In other creativity-type news, I woke up this morning with the end of a song playing in my head: Somehow I'll just wash away this city/Somehow I'll just wash away the stones. It sounded exactly like a Counting Crows song, down to the beats, and as far as I know it's a song that doesn't actually exist. It might've been "someday" instead of "somehow" and "these stones", but since the song doesn't exist and I don't know how to write songs, so I'll have to let those words go out for a while to see if anything comes of them.
I've just finished the rough drafts of both my Big Bang entries. I'm going to wait until October to start editing anything, which should still be enough time to normalize my sleep schedule and get the reference materials I need to read that I haven't gotten around to yet. And I swear I'm done talking about this until it's time to post them. Honest.
In other creativity-type news, I woke up this morning with the end of a song playing in my head: Somehow I'll just wash away this city/Somehow I'll just wash away the stones. It sounded exactly like a Counting Crows song, down to the beats, and as far as I know it's a song that doesn't actually exist. It might've been "someday" instead of "somehow" and "these stones", but since the song doesn't exist and I don't know how to write songs, so I'll have to let those words go out for a while to see if anything comes of them.