So despite my love, all-encompassing and desperate, for literature...reviews are not the most invigorating thing.
I've caught myself more than a few times treating it like a duty, and it's never good to get into that mentality.
So I figured that if I have a little free time and don't feel like conjuring up my inner cynic for a short rant about YA or useless chapters or whatever, I'd do something else.
So I'll try to post some writing (gasp).
It might be shitty.
It'll probably be shitty.
But I feel awful to disappoint however many of you earthlings actually refresh the blog page once in a while only to have your heart sink minimally when my current lethargic streak continues.
By the way, I have absolutely no idea how many that is. We get like zero feedback. All I know is our pageview (daily, weekly, monthly, etc.) count.
If one of you said something, anything, I think I'd go into conniptions (in a good way).
It sounds desperate to ask for, but seriously. I'm flying blind here. I have no idea if anyone likes/hates my content. Please please please say something, one of you.
Anyway. I'll be writing random babble, bits of things rattling around inside my head, just to keep busy around here.
Next chapter of The Night Circus will hopefully hopefully hopefully be up before my creativity withers. Same goes for writings.
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