Happy Sinterklaas, all. *tosses candy around*
Today, I intend to be a lean, mean productivity machine. Also, to write something that's not a fucking drabble and which preferably does not involve Percy Weasley in any way.
That is all.
Maybe I'll try it next year.
Every now and then, though, I find one or two sentences that strike me, and make me want to quote them. Puppies (yes, I know) by John Valentine, for example, has the following sentence in it:
I have a very dirty mind. it has always been my luck, for it operates typewriters.
But there's this other sentence, which has been floating around in my brain begging me to use it, build around it, and I can't seem to attach a story to it.
This is a boy, and a night, for taking it slowly.
Sigh. I'm trying, little orphaned sentence, I'm trying like hell to find you a story. :(
In other news, I've given up on getting the logs up before tomorrow, and instead will spend the next hour puttering about doing nothing, maybe writing, probably doing another entry, and then go home and write cards on the train. :)
There is a boy in my head. His name is Jonathan. His friend hsan't told me his name yte, as he is too busy reading, and there's also a strange elf girl lurking in the corner.
*blink*
