I finally wrote something.

. . .

I know, right?

Anywho. It was just a couple of paragraphs on a story I've been toying with for ages. I swear, at this point it feels more like my child. . .meaning that I probably won't put it up here.

I will, however, probably spew out some short story I don't care much about this weekend. If that is indeed the case, and it appears here, just know this: I instinctively hate everything I write until at least two weeks after its been finished. I dunno why. I just do. Maybe the Discovery Channel ought to do a special on it or something?

Ah well. I have a morning class in a couple of minutes. . .English Rhetoric/Poetics. That usually gets my ideas flowing.

Oh, and talk like a pirate day is either today, or rapidly approaching. Beware!