Yes, I completely fail at updating the blog. I also fail at writing, unfortunately -- thanks to insanity at work, the pressure of school, and of late, a cold that completely leg-swept me. The cold was particularly unfortunate, since after all the talk of swine flu, having a miserable cold for a week seemed anticlimactic. I didn't complete NaNo this year; I didn't even get 10k words. And so far little has come of my eagerness to start turning this writing business into a career, in terms of even just sending things out lately.
Oh well. It's certainly easier to write when you're not sitting in a sleet storm (which is how I feel about work most days), but I'll have to fit in what I can and forgive myself for months like the last. At least school ended yesterday, with delivery of a massive unsatisfying 30-page Strategic Finance paper (I guess I shouldn't complain; 30 pages of fiction or, heaven forbid, rhymed research paper about corporate governance at Apple would have been equally terrible). Hopefully now I can find some breathing room. And my muse. I think she moved out again.
Poetry: "Track Twenty Four" by Alicia Cook
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