After fighting it tooth and nail for the last while, the novels that were ‘pre’ head injury may have to be placed on hold for a while. I’ve got enough fragments of notes to create something that might be similar, but would probably be ‘less’. I don’t want to risk that – so I’m going to wait.
Aleph, in the end, broke down to 12k or so in notes. Out 0f 91k, I don’t think that’s too bad – and I’ll be able to write, I hope for my assignments this week…
Everyone has just left after some giggles, and chatting and sushi games on my DS. I have a small, furry lepoard curled up beside me (aka, my Kushie) and I’m considering what to do about writing, properly, while the house is completely silent and it’s dark out.
One of my major problems right now though is that it feels like I’m being stalked. And actually, there’s a reason for that feeling – I fairly serious one that isn’t going to resolve simply by smiling about it. And I realised that if I didn’t remove stuff from the public eye, and fast, that it might cause problems for me and more importantly my children. They didn’t get talked about much on here, and they won’t again now, but they do exist.