January 18th, 2010
I’m working on two projects. The one I thought would be “easy” just keeps getting more complex. Why did I think writing a post-apocalyptic prostitute on a pirate ship would be easy? She has to have all these issues… damn her. And I have to work them out for her. It’s not easy being God.
And even more mind numbing? I’m working on another project and they are both. So. Different. Switching worlds, time-periods, characters. I barely know anyone in real life who will talk to me anymore.
I just want to put on some Buffy and not think.
The End.






