Drained

I practically crawled up the stairs from the garage this evening when I got home from work.  The rain that served to dampen my already drowned spirits smelt like the colour grey.  And I tried to put my mind to Lordchaser, truely I tried, but it said, "screw you, I've nothing left to give."

So I spent the night reading stories on fictionpress and giving my September entry a comb over.

Will told me that I don't word well.  I write too much with too few words.  I've christened a new notebook.  It is called 'Words I Like From Books I've Read'.

Finished reading Throne of Glass.  Learned a lot.  Like, seriously a lot.  I'm glad I bought it.  I probably won't buy a second copy for keeps, but I will seriously consider the sequel.  My puerile curiosity nods in approval.